Kind of sugar in the soil

Life has been a few joys, and life has been sad for a few times. A childhood memory of toffee, buried in the soil, sweet in my heart.

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I don't like to talk when I am a child. I feel that the world is black and white, and the same thing is repeated every day. When I sleep at night, I always look forward to the world of dreams, because only in my dreams can I see different things. Those things are what I really want. I would rather stay in my life than a monotonous and boring reality. In the dream.

My dreams are always continuous. I woke up today, and I can continue to dream today, a bit like a TV series every day. Once, I dreamt that there was a short house under the willow tree on the hillside; there was a grandmother and her grandson in the house. I tried to walk towards the house, a gust of wind blew, the willow's note swayed gracefully, and the green elf who wanted to dance in the wind; through this floating green shadow, I saw that the boy was feeding his grandmother to drink in the sun. Under the reflection, the atmosphere in the house is extraordinarily warm.

The boy seemed to realize that I was outside the door, and let go of the bowl in my hand toward me. Just at this moment, I woke up. Open your eyes, there is no life in the dark bedroom; the sun is slouching from the window, showing a blurry aperture on the ground, the only light in the house, it seems to be a kind of warmth that I have to lock, but in me The heart is already content. It was another day of monotony. After spending this day, when I was dreaming again, I found that there was a gap between dreams and dreams, or a leap; or a retrogression. That boy has become my best friend, though only in a dream. . . From then on, in the dream we ate together, played together, and took care of the elderly grandmother... Every time I said goodbye to him, he would give me a candy, then squinted and said to me: See you tomorrow!" Seeing his smile, like the afternoon dusk, although short-lived, it is extremely warm. The mouth contains the toffee he gave me, and when I woke up, my heart was always sweet.

How much I hope to live in a dream world, how much I hope that is not a dream. Some people say that the time spent in a dream is half of the time of sleep. That is to say, I spend only a few hours with him every day, but I am really content. Yes, all I can do now is to enjoy the precious warmth of this strange, prayer dream will never stop, but the dream really won't stop?

There is always no banquet in the world. The last time I dreamed of him, we were under the tree. He told me that he and his grandmother are leaving, going to a far away place, and can't play with me ever since. I said, OK; in fact, there is nothing to keep, and it will be gone after all, this is just a dream. Finally, we crouched under the willow tree, and gave it to me at the last moment, the candy was buried in the soil, and we made a wish against it. We must remember each other in our heart. In that short room, we spent The last dusk.

Woke up, never dreamed of him again, never dreamed of the short house under the willow tree, and never dreamed that we would play together on the hillside... But what is wrong with this? Take off the bondage of missing, at least you and my wish, let my childhood be as sweet as the sugar in the soil.

Third day: Xia Luzhen