#文章首发挑战赛#
In the dream, time flies, entangled in Zheng Xinyi's heart. She often dreamed of her mother Shen Dianxia in her dreams, like a gentle light and shadow flowing in the years. At this moment, she sat in front of the window, quietly recalling the pictures in those dreams.
Outside the window, the night is getting darker, and the starlight is like a little tear flickering in the air. In this quiet night, Zheng Xinyi's thoughts seemed to travel through the tunnel of time and return to that moment that was once full of maternal love. In the dream, her mother's smile bloomed like a flower, warming her heart.
"I've been dreaming about you a lot lately. Zheng Xinyi whispered softly, as if communicating with her mother in her dreams. Dream is a long poem, carrying the precipitation of years and deep attachment. Her heart, like a book, is vividly rendered by the chapters of dreams.
The mother's back looms in the dream, like a faint ink painting. In her dreams, she walked with her mother in a sea of flowers, and the sun shone on them through the leaves. At that moment, time seemed to stand still, leaving behind a picture that would never fade.
The mother in the dream gazed at Zheng Xinyi gently, her eyes full of love and kindness. Her words are like dreamy notes, gently rippling in the world of dreams. Dreams are a magical communication that blurs the distance of time and makes thoughts so real.
Zheng Xinyi's dream mother seems to be a guardian, wrapping her heart with soft wings. In the space of dreams, they share that time together. It was a world that belonged to a mother and daughter, a time tunnel where they met again in a dream.
"Did you see my growth in the dream?" asked Zheng Xinyi softly, as if expecting her mother in the dream to hear her heart. A dream is a dialogue between the heart and the mind, a companionship that transcends time and space. In her dreams, her mother's presence was like a lamp, guiding her in the way forward.
In the dream, her mother smiled and gently brushed away the tears on Zheng Xinyi's face. It is a silent consolation, a continuation of a mother's love in a dream. In the depths of the dream, time is frozen, and the passage of time becomes gentle.
"Perhaps, you in my dreams are my eternal reliance in my heart. Zheng Xinyi whispered to herself, as if writing a poem about her mother in a dream world. Dreams are the cracks of the heart, the space of longing, where she dances with her mother, resonates, and builds a castle of memory that will never wither.
When she woke up, Zheng Xinyi sat quietly on the edge of the bed, and the morning light outside the window sprinkled on her face through the curtains. The mother in the dream may be smiling peacefully in another time and space, but this dream has become a gentle shelter in the depths of her soul.
In the world of dreams, Zheng Xinyi spends an eternal time with her mother. Dreams are a wonderful communication, which makes thoughts travel through the long river of years, leaving behind strings of twinkling stars. In the dream, Zheng Xinyi met her mother, which was a kind of beauty beyond reality, a warm dream that never ended.
#文章首发挑战赛#