Dream notices
That night, I, an ordinary villager named Zhang Dabao, had a strange dream. In my dreams, I saw my ancestors digging with their hoes on a hidden hillside, hoeing and digging out glittering gold. The light, the weight, seemed to be really pressed against the palm of my hand. The ancestors' faces were full of joy, and they said in their mouths: "There is gold in this place, and people other than my race do not know it." ”
When I woke up, my heart was full of doubts but also a little anticipation. Could it be that my ancestors were guiding me that there was gold in the mountains? I finally couldn't take it anymore and decided to follow the example of my dream ancestors and go up the mountain to dig for gold.
Early the next morning, I picked up my hoe and set out on the road to find gold. In front of the mountain temple in the village, I stopped and said silently in my heart: "Mountain God bless, I am just looking for the opportunity in my dreams, and I have no greed." ”
The mountain wind blew, and I seemed to hear the mountain god snort coldly, but the greed in my heart had overshadowed everything.
I followed the memories in my dream and found the hidden hillside. Swinging the hoe, hoeing and digging down, the soil turned over, but there was no trace of gold. Sweat soaked my clothes, and my heart began to get anxious.
"Are dreams just illusory?" I muttered to myself, but I wouldn't give up.
At this moment, I heard a deep voice: "Zhang Dabao, what are you doing here?"
When I looked up, it was the old man in the village, Li Laohan. He looked at me with a frown, his eyes revealing confusion and wariness.
"Li Laohan, I had a dream that my ancestors dug up gold here. "I'm honest and hope for his understanding.
Li Laohan snorted coldly: "How can you take the things in your dream seriously? You are blaspheming the gods, be careful of retribution!"
I was shocked, but I was still unwilling: "But what if the dream is real?"
"Hmph, it's really stupid!" Li Laohan shook his head and sighed, "How can the mountain god let you succeed easily? Every inch of land here is protected by the mountain god. If you dig so rashly, you will only anger the gods. ”
I was stunned, and the hoe in my hand seemed to become a thousand pounds. At this moment, a cold wind blew, and I seemed to see the indifferent eyes of the mountain god, staring at me, as if laughing at my stupidity.
"Mountain god, I ......" I trembled in my voice, trying to defend myself, but found myself speechless.
Li Laohan patted me on the shoulder and sighed, "Go back, Dabao." Some dreams, just dreams. ”
I silently put away my hoe and followed Li Laohan down the mountain. Although I am unwilling in my heart, I also understand a truth: greed and blindness often only make people lose their way.
However, it didn't end there.
That night, I had another dream. In my dream, I saw my ancestors again, sitting around the fire with a satisfied smile on their faces. I walked over curiously, but I was amazed to see the gold in their hands turned into stones!
"Why is that?" I asked, stunned.
The ancestors just laughed and didn't say anything, as if everything was expected by them.
I woke up in a cold sweat. Recalling the scene in my dream, it dawned on me that the so-called gold was nothing more than an illusion set up by my ancestors to test me. True wealth is not the gold and silver treasures that can be found by digging three feet into the ground, but the mentality of contentment and happiness, not greed or greed.
Since then, I have let go of my obsession with gold and have begun to cherish every ordinary and happy thing around me. Whenever I pass by the mountain temple, I bow deeply and thank the mountain god for his guidance and the teachings of my ancestors. And that dream that once made me lose my way has become the most precious treasure in my life.
As the days passed, I gradually forgot about the dream of gold. However, fate always seems to play a joke on you when you least expect it.
One day, when I was working in the mountains, I went down with a hoe, and I actually found a piece of golden light! When I looked at it, it turned out to be a gold medal! There were some ancient words and patterns engraved on it, and it seemed to have some mysterious power.
I was stunned, and my heart was mixed. Is this another guidance from the ancestors? or is it a gift from the mountain gods?
I took the gold medal and came to the mountain temple again. I took a deep breath, respectfully presented the gold medal, and said, "The mountain god is above, this gold medal may be your gift, but I, Zhang Dabao, already know the harm of greed. I would like to dedicate this gold medal to you as a sign of my devotion and gratitude. ”
There seemed to be a chuckle from the temple of the mountain god, as if the mountain god was accepting my offer. I bowed respectfully three times, then turned to leave.
Since that day, I have cherished my current life even more and have learned to be content and grateful. Whenever I pass by the mountain temple, I see the gold medal glittering in the sun, as if telling a story about greed and contentment.
And the hero of that story is me, Zhang Dabao. An ordinary villager who once lost his way and finally found the true meaning of life. Whenever I look back on that experience, I feel deeply grateful and grateful. I am glad that I was not swallowed up by greed in the end, and I am grateful for the guidance and teachings of my ancestors and mountain gods.
Now I am old, but the dream of gold and the adventure of the mountain temple are still vivid. I hope that through my story, I can warn future generations that greed is the root of all evil, and that only contentment can lead to happiness. And the real wealth is not the gold and silver treasures that can be found by digging three feet into the ground, but the attitude of knowing how to cherish and be grateful.
As the years passed, my story spread throughout the village. When night falls, the children gather around the old man and listen to me tell the story of dreams, gold and mountain gods. They listened intently, as if they were in that fantastical world.
And I would tell them at the end of the story, "Remember that greed is the root of all evil, children. We need to cherish our present life and learn to be grateful and content. Only then can we truly have happiness and joy. ”
The children nodded in understanding. And I would smile at them and look at them with a sense of relief and satisfaction. Because I know that my story has sown the seeds of contentment in their hearts. This will be their most valuable asset for the rest of their lives.
Time flies, and in the blink of an eye, I am an old man with gray hair. However, that dream about gold has always been with me, as if it were an eternal mystery, hanging in my heart.
One day, a young explorer, Li Ming, broke into our village. He heard my story and became intrigued. He found me and begged me to lead him to the mysterious hillside. I looked at his eager eyes, as if I saw my young self, the Zhang Dabao who was full of curiosity and desire for the unknown.
"Old man, I beg you, take me to that hillside!" Li Ming pleaded.
I sighed deeply, shook my head, and said, "Young man, you should know that greed is the root of all evil. That hillside is no longer a secret. But I can tell you, true treasures are not found by digging three feet into the ground. ”
However, Li Ming is a stubborn guy. He was convinced that there must be an undiscovered secret hidden on that hillside. He pondered day and night, hoping to find clues. I looked at him as if I saw my own shadow. So, I decided to give him a hand.
I took Li Ming to the front of the mountain temple. I told him to respect the mountain gods and not to be greedy. We made offerings and prayed respectfully. Then, I took him on a journey to find the hillside.
We walked through dense woods and over rugged mountain roads. Finally, we came to that mysterious hillside. However, the scene in front of him surprised Li Ming. On the hillside, there was no gold everywhere he imagined, only barren and dilapidated.
"This ...... What's going on?" Li Ming asked in astonishment.
I sighed, "That's the price of greed." At that time, too many people flocked here in search of gold, which eventually led to the barrenness of the hillside. You see, that's the consequence of greed. ”
Li Ming was silent for a long time, and finally spoke: "Old man, I understand. It turns out that the real treasure is not the gold and silver treasures that can be found by digging three feet into the ground, but the mentality of knowing how to cherish and be grateful. ”
I smiled and nodded, "You finally get it." Remember, being content and cherishing your present life is the most important thing. ”
We stood silently on the hillside, looking out at the village in the distance. The afterglow of the setting sun sprinkled on us seemed to bring a touch of warmth to this barren land.
Just as we were about to leave the hillside, I suddenly noticed a strange stone. It emits a faint glow, as if to tell something. When I got closer, it turned out to be a stone tablet inscribed with ancient characters.
"Li Ming, come and see this!" I exclaimed.
Li Ming rushed over when he heard the sound, and we studied the words on the stone tablet together. It turns out that this stele is a warning stele left by the ancestors, reminding future generations not to be greedy and excessive, but to know how to be happy.
We were filled with emotion, and our hearts were filled with respect and gratitude for our ancestors. We decided to bring this stele back to the village so that more people can remember the teachings of our ancestors.
On the way back to the village, we met many villagers. They curiously gathered around to ask about our findings. We told them the words on the stele and told them to cherish their present life and not to be greedy.
The villagers have expressed their desire to remember the teachings of their ancestors and work together to protect this beautiful land. Together, we placed the stele in the central square of the village and made it a timeless symbol of the village.
Since then, the people of the village have cherished their current life even more and learned to be grateful and content. They guard the land with their hearts and pass on the wisdom and teachings of their ancestors. The dream of gold and the legend of the hillside have become the eternal legend of the village, inspiring future generations to move forward.
As the years passed, life in the village became better and better. People live in harmony and create a harmonious and happy home together. And that story of dreams and gold has become the village's most precious cultural heritage, passed down from generation to generation.
Now I am out of this world, but my story and spirit remain in the village forever. When night falls, the children sit around the stele and listen to me tell the story of dreams, gold and mountain gods. They listened intently, as if they were in that fantastical world.
And I know that no matter how the years change, my story will live on in this land. It will become an eternal legend of the village, inspiring future generations to continue to move forward and pursue their own happiness and joy.
In that distant village, my story is still circulating. It is not only a legend of dreams and gold, but also a profound allegory of humanity, greed and contentment.
Over time, the people of the village began to use my story as a model for creating various art forms such as songs, dances, and theaters. These works are performed during festivals, which not only enrich the cultural life of the villagers, but also attract tourists from all over the world to come and watch.
Among them, there is a play called "Dreams and Gold" that stands out the most. This drama combines my personal experience with the history and culture of the village, and through wonderful plots and vivid performances, it conveys to the audience the profound meaning of contentment and cherishing the present.
Whenever this play is staged, the village square is always full. The audience was deeply attracted by the plot, and felt the struggle and choice of human nature with the performances of the actors. In the climax of the play, when the protagonist finally gives up his greedy pursuit of gold and returns to ordinary life, the audience always bursts into applause.
This drama not only gave the villagers a deeper understanding of the philosophy behind my story, but also made them realize the importance of cultural inheritance. They began to value their cultural traditions even more, striving to pass on these precious spiritual treasures from one generation to the next.
At the same time, the village has become famous for these works of culture and art, and has become a tourist attraction. Tourists flock here to experience the charm of this legendary little village.
At the entrance to the village, the stone tablet inscribed with the teachings of the ancestors still stands. It quietly tells the story of the past, reminding everyone who comes here that greed is the root of all evil, and contentment is the only way to be happy. And that legend about dreams and gold will forever be passed on in this beautiful land.