Nanke Yimeng

I don't know who's the sentence, let me wake up from my dreams, but I can't forget, that Nanke dreams.

When I woke up, I was still at a loss, leaving the dream full of mystery and returning to reality.

Books are still old-fashioned books; people are still the most ordinary people; ideas are still naive thoughts. Looked at the sky without the improvement of the window, can only continue to go deep, think, the mysterious city of the sky.

There are too many successes in dreams. There is always one kind of unreality, so that I don’t know how many times I break free from falsehood, but I want to stay. The alarm clock will always start at a critical moment.

There is no star tonight, wake up in the middle of the night, the door is half hidden, the curtains are pulled up, only the micro light that is unknown in the distance can be seen.

The heart is lifeless, like a dream, but can't sleep anymore.

Turn on the light, close the door, pull the curtains, and turn off the lights.

I tossed and turned and I still didn't fall asleep. It is still a heartfelt recollection of the dreams of the time, the hustle and bustle of the flowers in the dreams, the avoidance of time and time again, the unreality in life, all appearing in the dream.

Whether it is the so-called Iraqi, on the water side, or the sorrowful lady, the gentleman is good, and in the dream is the same. After countless struggles, I have changed to forgetfulness, sentimentality, and interpretation in my dreams. In the water, dreams, flowers, more on the blue boat, looking through the autumn water, or dancing and clearing the shadows, it seems to be in the world, has become a thing of the past...

When will I wake up in a dream?

Time has passed unconsciously for a long time -