Dreaming

I dreamed of my mother at night, I woke up and cried. When I woke up and wanted to catch this dream, my dream didn't know where to fly.

I widened my eyes and looked at the darkness, always seeing that my eyes were bright. The fragments of dreams flew in front of me, but when I thought of catching the fragments of these dreams together, I couldn’t even know where to fly. What is left in front of me is only the mother’s vague face...

It was this shadow that came to me in my dreams. I only remember that when this shadow appeared, it was gray and the mother seemed to walk down the cloud. The expression on her face was a little different from usual. It was like laughing and crying, but finally came to me. .

Where am I? This is not even clear to me. At first I thought I was in the house where I live now. The mother pushed the small door on the corner of the house and walked in. The ear of the orange electric lampshade was placed on the mother's head. So I thought about it again, thinking about the whole city of Göttingen: I went to class every day and walked along the old walls with amazing thick oak trees, the faint gray-black old church, the top of the church was a bit high. Quirky minaret, clear sky above the minaret.

However, my eyes flashed and I immediately flashed a reed. The thin part of the reed also faintly shot the clear water. This is the big crater behind the house in the hometown. So I immediately felt that not only I was on the edge of the crater, but even the mother's face came to me on the side of the crater. I thought again, when I had not left my hometown in my childhood, every summer morning, the day was still not bright, I got up, walked along the crater, and looked very carefully into the water. When I saw something under the dark water surface shining white, I reached out and touched it. It was a white and big duck egg. I can't write a happy mood at the time. At this time, look up again, you can often see a bright red sun on the top of the big poplar in the open space.--A fall two years ago, the mother was lying under the poplar forever, forever. Now, next to the pit near the poplar, I saw her son who had not seen her for eight years.

But with this crater flashing is a small white lantern-like flower, and it is in the hands of the mother. I really can't think of any flowers in my hometown. I finally thought about it again, thinking of Göttingen, thinking about the house I live now. The landlord had placed such a bottle of flowers two days before the table in the middle of the room. Well, the mother has come to Göttingen after all, and I have seen my mother in Göttingen after all.

When I think about it, the shadow in front of me is getting messed up. The shadow of the church spire was put on the big crater of the hometown. Behind this is a flower-like white flower, and the face of the mother looming in front of these. I finally didn't know where I saw my mother. I tried to hold my mind down and calm my heart. The rain of the chánchán came immediately outside the window, and the pillow felt a slight chill. I got up and opened the window, and a clear light came in. I looked out and hoped to discover the mother's footprint. But what I saw was the row of windows I saw every day. Now I am immersed in silence. The dream inside is sweet!

But my dreams flew so far without a shadow, only in the heart of a line of white micro-marks, smashed out, from this small town to the tomb of the mother under the big poplar tree in my hometown, still secretly Mother bears the heart: How can such a rainy night travel through such a long road to see his son? In addition, the front is just empty, and nothing can be seen.

God! Don't even give me a clear dream? I look at the gray sky, in the tears, illusion of the mother's face.

Sixth grade: Little Heidi