In my heart, there has always been a girl with a double ponytail. In autumn and winter, in the chaotic butterfly leaves and the swirling dream snow, I was alone, facing the cold wind, like fallen leaves and fierce snow, dancing with her thin body. She always turns her back on me. I have never seen her face, even in my dreams.
Life is like a dream, like a dream. What is a floating life? Like a dream. She is a dream, or she is a life. I am eager to meet her again and again. I am eager to become a flying butterfly like Laozi and Zhuangzi and fly in my dreams.
No one knows whether the fish is happy or not, and no one knows who she is after the double ponytail. If she has a pair of crimson eyes, is she as crystal clear as a dusted cloud, ecstatic and beautiful; Whether she has yellow cheeks, whether she can show a little sky in the blur.
A horse is not a horse, a horse is not a horse. Everything is a horse at the point of heaven and earth. She only lives in dreams. She's just a dream. Dreams are metaphors for people, and people are metaphors for dreams. Isn't the world just a box of dreams?
A long, long dream, no one will wake up, everyone is in the dream. Time is just a concept, and nothing can stop her from dancing. I can't, and neither can you ...
In my dream, I saw her again. It was spring and summer, and she was dancing behind my back. Although the last pair of ponytails is naive, even if she doesn't see her face, her ponytails are as noble as the stars in the sky, but brighter than the moonlight.
I don't know what she is dancing. She seems very happy. She dances in the hot sun, like a fire, like a fiery red fire, but like her toy, the more she jumps, the happier she is.
The gloom of spring and the silence of summer are behind her, incisively and vividly! She is not an elf, she is a miracle of crimson and yellow! I have been watching, but I don't have the courage to take a step forward, just a step. ...
The first ray of sunshine in the morning shone on my face, which was warm and comfortable, but when I woke up, there was no dancing spiral for me to enjoy. I looked at the white clouds and the faint sun. Is this a dream?
Dream of drinking and crying; People who dream and cry are hunting. Fang doesn't know his dream? Sleeping is also a big dream!