The day before yesterday, I went out to play, tired of running, and when I came home, I fell asleep half-lying on the bed! In the haze, someone sent me a courier, saying that it was sent to me by the Bhutanese royal family. I was about to take it apart, but I woke up, it turned out to be a dream.
It is said that there is a thought during the day and a dream at night! However, I am not interested in the Bhutanese royal family, but I admire the old king of Bhutan for his benevolence, giving up the throne to his son, giving power to the people, and taking the initiative to change the absolute monarchy to a constitutional monarchy. His old man also loved the people as a son, and if someone wrote to him saying I love the king, he would be very happy.
I am interested in the Cambodian royal family and have written a lot of articles about the Cambodian royal family recently. But I did not dream of King Sihanouk, nor of King Sihamoni, nor of Prince Ranariddh.
It's really weird. I've been busy lately and don't want to write articles at all. But I felt a strange force motivating me to write about the Cambodian royal family. Could it be that I am about to meet Prince Ranariddh, so Prince Ranariddh asked me to write a series of articles before I passed away?
