Dream

    Yesterday evening, I closed both eyes very late. Last night, I thought of many past events, and also shed a lot of tears.
    These days, I don’t know why, my study is worsening day by day, and I am suffering from serious illness, which have kept me in a daze. So I am quite self-pity, unable to be happy all the day.
    Last night, I come to a miraculous kingdom. In here, there is green tree, green grass, red flower, clear water. Fleecy clouds are floating in the blue sky; vernal sunlight is shining over the land; larks are singing on twigs; flowers are nodding in gentle breeze; fish are playing in water. Bees are making honey, humming in the flower cluster. Butterflies are elegantly dancing in the air. Seeing the beauty before my eyes, I can’t help bolting out: Ah! So beautiful! This is my ideal place.
    I walk among flowers myself. Suddenly, in the near distance appears a wide and bright house, from which singing and laughter come out. How convivial a world it is! No sooner have I walk to the door than several little girls run towards me, prancing about. They kindly say, “Elder sister. Come to our jolly kingdom! Here you will forget all the vexation and grief.” I ask excitedly, “Is it true?” The little sister answers smilingly, “Yes, true!” hearing this words, I pull her and run into it.
    On entering the door, the lamplight shines around. On the table fully lay various delicious fruits. All the people are singing, dancing to the top of their bent! What a jolly kingdom! I also go up unconsciously, and sing and dance with them, throwing away all the unhappiness beyond the highest heavens. This, for my self, is the first time to find joy, the first time to laugh heartily.
    In the morning, grandma shook me up with her hand. I opened my dim sleepy eyes. The beauty in the dream all disappeared. What was presented before my eyes was still this house of “agony”. I didn’t know why, I cried, maybe it was the recall with nostalgia and annotation of the beautiful dream of last night. I wanted to go on with the dream of lost night temerariously……
    Hey, when, can I redeem you wholeheartedly, my ideal seed -----dream ……

Author：Wang Fengshan