At night, chaotic darkness surrounds everything, and the five fingers are not seen.
On the road after the next night's self-study, I looked at everything in the darkness around me in fear, and once again hopelessly determined that the way home could only be walked alone, so I took a deep breath and took a firm step along the familiar road.
The darkness immediately engulfed me like the morning fog of spring, how fast my pace was, how eager I wanted to go home.
As I was walking, I suddenly heard a man in the distance calling out to me, as if it were a boy, and he said that he was the younger brother of someone in our village and wanted to walk with me all the way.
In the dark of night, it was impossible to see who he was, in short, we walked all the way, maintaining a reasonable distance.
After passing through a cave, it went down the slope like a slide. Gradually I saw the flickering lights, the dim orange lights shining along the sides of the street, turning the street, and I arrived home.
At this time, a voice asked me, "You are almost a year old, why do you study so hard as a child?" I don't know this person, and I don't know where the voice comes from. Now that I think about it, maybe it's another one of myself, right?
I suddenly woke up, it turned out to be a dream. I was lying on the bed, the little one still snoring next to me, and it was eight o'clock in the morning.
Saying that it is a dream, it seems that it can also be correct.
Isn't the man who walked with me in that dark night my husband? Our middle school classmates later worked together and reacquainted themselves with each other.
Those difficult roads were all walked by me when I was studying, when our school was far away from home, and in winter, we often went to school at dawn with torches, and the darkness of dawn was like the darkness in dreams, and the morning fog continued to be wrapped in chaos instead of dawn.
I also had to cross a river, and if I accidentally stepped on a wrong stone, I fell into the river.
The street that was dimly lit was about the street of human fireworks near our rented house, and people came and went, and the vendors shouted and sold, as if at any time.
The dialogue between the true self and the self, the contrast between dreams and reality, our whole lives seem to be doing such things, dreaming half life, night half life.
