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Good dreams don't happen very often
I went back to my hometown. His hometown is Shaping Village. That's not who I am now, it's like I'm in my twenties or thirties. That's me twenty or thirty years ago.
My mother beckoned me to wash my face, I went to pour face wash water, my home has no courtyard door, according to inertia, I fell down the slope in front of the courtyard, but fell on a large glass door; the cousin's family connected to the right side of my house also had a person who came out to pour water, it was Lu Hongjun, he wore a white vest, very skillfully sprinkled water on the glass door, as if he also intended to rush the dust on the door. I looked up at the tall glass door, several feet high, sealed to the top of my cave, and the bright and dangling sunlight pierced my eyes under the reflection of the glass. I looked up to see that the brick work was not yet fully completed, and that there were grooves reserved for the connection between my cousin's house, and I could see that it was going to press a huge electronic screen. I asked my mother, did Murakami do it? The mother said, "Well, it's not done yet." ”
I transferred to my second brother's house again. The second brother's family is a tobacco farmer, and the green and oily tobacco leaves grow at his doorstep. The low flue-cured tobacco room, turned into a tall corner tower, just a circle of several doors, some tall and low, I don't know where to go in, at this time Haiyan Yanni and other nieces played and played between the doors, I went along. YanNi saw me and said, "Uncle, you can drink more." "I know that his family let me eat and drink.
I also met the eldest brother here, the eldest brother is a smoker, I handed him a cigarette, he took it and looked at it, and said, "I have smoked this kind of cigarette, it was given by the mayor of Cao Township." ”
The eldest sister-in-law was a high-cold face, as if she had some discord with me before, but at this time she said softly: "In the photo of Zhang Fei, you are the youngest." "I know I have a graduation photo that I left at home. She was praising me, and our unhappiness was resolved.
My palms were sweating, and it turned out that my nephew Xixi's hand was in the palm of my hand, and he kept pulling me and running wildly, asking me to tell him things he didn't know.
At this time, the dream stopped, and I woke up covered in sweat.
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Today is April 8th, and I went back to my hometown to go to the grave ten days ago. At the big intersection, the only old man in the village saw me looking at my old courtyard and said, "In your house, the door of the building is full of sheep." "I heard my brother say this, and I still want to take a closer look." But the son said he didn't belong here and didn't want to see it. Besides, there was no way out, and I didn't know where to go, so I gave up.
Hanging paper in the cemetery, burning incense, prostrating. Here lies my parents, my grandparents, my great-grandparents, my eldest brother and second brother. Sitting in front of the grave, I thought to myself, it is better to lie here, the warm sun shines, the yellow weeds quietly surround, even in winter, covered with thick earthen quilts, it is not cold. The hardships of poverty and the torment of disease will never be there.
Life and death are a hurdle, a door, and I am now the one who holds the floodgates. It's like waiting in line to buy tickets, and I'm the one walking at the ticket gate now, with you in front of me and brothers and nephews behind me. When they saw my back, they could rest assured.
Errata in dreams:
First, when I went back to my hometown, how did I get back, and I didn't see the big glass door first?
Second, Lu Hongjun was my junior high school classmate, he didn't live there, he was in the county seat. I used "surprisingly" in the text, in fact, it felt very natural in the dream, and it was not surprising at all. Probably thinking of him.
Third, Zhang Fei was the principal when I was teaching, seven or eight years older than me, and later became a deputy county magistrate, I did not have a graduation photo with others, how did my sister-in-law know him? Probably because it's a celebrity? Oh, yes, I met him yesterday afternoon, at five o'clock, riding a bicycle, passing by on the Bridge of the Five Dragon Building. At that time, I thought, retired, very energetic. In particular, he seems to have more hair than mine, and I pay attention to other people's hair because my head is getting better and better.
Fourth, my eldest sister-in-law, who speaks very gently, is also very close to me, and why she is like that in my dreams is unknown.
Unfortunately, the dream is broken, "broken" is a very appropriate word, just like when you were a child watching an open-air movie in the village, you are immersed in the plot, stinging, the film is finished, and then the light pierces the darkness, and the big and small moths flutter in the air. Also like now, you are watching the computer to get a mobile phone, the network is broken, scratching the heart and scratching the liver.
The words are weak, my pen is clumsy, the picture, the image, the mirage-like beauty, I can hardly remember the vividness of my dreams. Ah, dreams, writers, directors, sets, and performances, am I doing it alone? No wonder I woke up sweating profusely, how much spirit I used. Can Good Dreams have a sequel? At least the premiere should be able to replay it, but I looked over my head and couldn't find the bone film, let alone the episode. I had to stop sleeping and get up to reminisce.
Hey, are dreams made by the head, or are they made by the feet? How the stars are dotted, a blur.
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