Dream in the heart

The gloomy lights stood alone, I read these boring books, but drowsiness still encroached on my brain...

The soft sunshine hangs on the leaves of the pines and cypresses, so quiet and solemn, the green lawn and the white cement are on the ground. My heart is happy with this quiet environment, my footsteps follow my heart. It became light and frivolous, for fear that this little drop of footsteps disturbed such a beautiful environment. Now I just want to sit somewhere and quietly enjoy this long-lost time. Then my eyes are locked on a white bench that looks old. The trumpet vines are wrapped around the white handrails, under the sunlight. How lively and lively, sitting on this bench, listening to the nearby birdsong, watching the scenery, feeling the warm breeze, smelling the sweet flowers, breathing the fresh air, I really want to I really want time to stop. Unconsciously, I fell asleep like this, and the soft sunshine shone on me like my mother gave me a small quilt, which made me feel very comfortable sleeping.

When I woke up, I found out that this was a dream. Some of my faint thoughts were still faint. The dull books were still beckoning me to appreciate the beauty in the book. I don’t know when I had a blanket. It’s morning, and everything in the dream seems to be so real...

This dream is so suitable. It appears when my heart is lost, and smoothes my little heart. This dream will remain in my memory and will always appease me until I grow up.

The third day: Yuan Yang