The past should still be there, just a dream

Lying on a soft meadow on the mountainside, next to his own cabin. Blue skies and white clouds, birds singing, mountain winds gently coming, caressing my sun-tanned cheeks. I threw a blank piece of paper toward the blue sky, hoping to print it with colorful neon. She rode toward me on a small white horse from a distance, the wind lifting her hair, and she raised the corners of my mouth. Her little crimson face, a pair of eyes as clear as mountain springs, her smile is lovely and moving, her beauty is so simple to take my heart away, leaving love to me. We kept running through the forest, frolicking in the wide river valleys, and racing horses on the endless prairie. There are no weary bodies, only pure souls.

Her two hands shyly turned behind her back, "What's liking?" What is love? ”

"The like is that before we start racing, I will admit that I have lost. And love is that I will race horses with you, but I will stay before the finish line and wait for you, and we will reach the end together. ”

She touched her head with one hand and thought this explanation was far-fetched. Her other hand took my hand, and this moment was love.

At this moment, the pony is running freely on the grassland, without any restraints and shackles, it is the king of the steppe. Endless green, no dust, no life.

"The wine enters the intestines, seven points become moonlight, the remaining three points are roared into sword qi, and as soon as the embroidery mouth is spit out, it is half a sheng tang."

Isn't this a poem from the poet Yu Guangzhong's "In Search of Li Bai"? Are you trying to drink? Still thinking about the jianghu? ”

"Wine is something that pierces the intestines, but it can make people feel crazy, and it can also make people drunk and dream of death." Someone tells the truth through wine, and people don't think it's true. Some people tell lies through wine, and people regard it as the truth. Wine is really a magical thing, but I don't want to touch it, and mortals should be self-aware. There are spring flowers, there are summer cicadas, there are autumn moons, there are winter snows, and what rivers and lakes do you want! ”

The clouds of the sky gathered into the smiling faces of the parents, "Son, don't worry about the family, everything is fine." "The clear sky suddenly began to rain lightly, and the air was filled with the smell of saltiness, which was the tears that slid down the corners of my parents' eyes!"

I want to take my parents over, I want to build another cabin for them, I want to share the blue sky and white clouds, birds and flowers with them. They told me, "You have a cabin, and we have it." You have peace and quiet, and so do we. You have to guard your cabin, we have to guard you. ”

I knelt down to the sky with her, folded my hands, and prayed sincerely for my parents: good health and all the best.

The shackles of our bodies have long been lifted, and little by little our bodies have decomposed and decayed in the dirt, returning to nature, leaving only the purest soul.

We sat on the soft grass, looking up at the sky and the river, her head resting on my shoulder, and asked me, "Is love eternal?" ”

"If the soul is eternal, love is eternal."

At this moment a white pony and a pink pony were running recklessly on the green-glowing prairie, starlight overhead, if asking the two ponies, "Is love eternal?" They will answer you in the affirmative, "Love is eternity." ”

"Still sleeping? It's time to get up and work! The voice of my colleague was like thunder, waking me up. It turned out that the above was just a dream. I wiped the saliva from the corners of my mouth with my hands, put on my glasses, half of my hair was flattened due to the sleeping position, and the light red indentations on my face were one after another. Turn on the computer and numbly tilt the keyboard. My soul is locked in the computer, and only when I sleep will the computer show mercy and let my soul out and let me have a good dream.

I opened my phone and saw several unread messages. The first was sent by his wife: his son was about to attend kindergarten, and he had the tuition and mortgage fees ready. The second one was sent from home: Son, your father has been in bad health lately. Take a moment to come back and have a look. The third one was sent by a friend: I'm getting married next week, and I must come over to my wedding when the time comes.

It was easy to feel happy when I was a child, and now I want to keep it, but what can I do to keep it? I can give it a mortgage that will never be exhausted, I can give it a disease that makes the family's body extremely painful, I can give it a wedding invitation for a happy lover, and I can give it a lonely look at the sadness of the night snow. But it tells me that my body has been shackled, even my soul is imprisoned, are you still entitled to be happy?

Spring flowers and autumn moon, summer cicadas and winter snow, the past comes to mind. The past should still be there, just a dream.