I dreamed of a singer I liked very much. His name is Li Jian. Fans who like him call him a "music poet", which is a bright title. We went through a dark tunnel, but I should go home by another way. But I lied to him that we were going the same way. I was about to talk about his music, but my dream was gone, but I still fell asleep. Strangely, the roads around us are very dirty, and there are even cattle and horse droppings. Such an elegant thing, it is ...
I should have pulled Freud out of the grave. "Hey, man, I heard that you have a way to interpret dreams. Explain it to me. If it doesn't make sense, do you believe it? "
However, Buddhists talk about seeing the heart and seeing the nature, that is, seeing what they think. The two of us are in a clean place, and the natural situation is very good. Of course, I also use idols to gild my face.