I had a dream last night. There is usually very little dialogue in the dream, and most of the time I was wandering. However, when I woke up in the morning, I remembered that there was a dialogue and question in the dream last night. When I came home for dinner last night, my grandmother asked me, who was eating, if she still remembered so-and-so, I thought about so-and-so, and remembered it backwards. We had the same name when we were young. My mother and I were in the same age group. I fell in love early in high school. Later, I was expelled from the college because of my pregnancy. I got married hastily, gave birth to a child, ran to Japan, and later married a man older than myself. , gave birth to a child and settled in Japan. Grandma saw that I remembered, and went on to say that her father had also passed away. Hearing this, I was startled. Not long ago, I saw people who looked very young and tough, intellectuals, and they didn't look old when they were white and clean. Grandma said, who said no. I heard that it was similar to death from angina pectoris, and I didn't even use the newly bought personal ventilator. So far speechless. When I say impermanence, she, an old peasant woman, may not understand, but I lament what impermanence does. Before going to bed at night, when we went upstairs, she was walking up the stairs, and she muttered to herself, "This is not good for people, and they always die." When I heard it, I laughed and said without thinking, then you can't die. After I finished speaking, I regained my senses. It was useless to slap myself, this restless mouth. Busy added with a smile, then you set a goal for yourself first, live to 100, and then add 20 years to 20 years. Saying this is purely for comfort. If no accident happens, according to age, the old will always go first, and they will stand in front of us. We always feel that these are still far away from us. Yes, people are always going to die. She said that after death, reincarnation is another life. Who knows. After listening to my nonsense bastard, she seemed to divert her attention a little, and said with a smile, how can there be such an old man? I can walk and move by myself. My destiny is 88. So far speechless. She sleeps, and I slap the computer. Over the weekend, I took out The Diving Bell and the Butterfly and watched it again. From the perspective of the remaining eye, when I saw the speech nurse holding the alphabet and telling the character to blink to express the world, I just woke up from this movie like a dream, this is What does it feel like. Well, I just opened it to watch the movie, I didn't read the introduction, and then the movie started, ignorant, ignorant, straightforward, no excitement, no champagne beauties or handsome beatings, and when the opening was a little bit, The character suddenly pulls to a stop, and then there's a whole lot of hospital stuff, um, I still don't know what this has to do with diving bells or butterflies, or butterflies understandably, what is a diving bell. And then there you go, where the speech nurse holds the alphabet. Spell word after word with blink and blink. Well, to be precise, this movie is "watched" from here. I look at myself indifferently, experiencing some things every day, or not changing, sometimes wanting to change, but often restraining and bothering myself because of this or that situation. He was physically restrained and unable to move, the character said, and I can still imagine galloping. I survived the long dark night alone in my mother's belly, curled up there, stretched for ten months, and came to the world. Occasionally, I feel very aggrieved when I think about the process. How did I survive. Later, the movement gradually began to be free, crying, walking, running wild, running, and the space was millions of times larger than before, and it was more galloping. There are more troubles, less shackles and less troubles, and there are many times when you are stuck on your own. This time, I understand a little bit of the diving bell metaphor, however, many things I'm still not moving forward. The night did not trouble me, but the fear of the night enveloped me. Just like Gu Cheng's poem, a person is so lonely waiting for the dawn to rise. Tossing and turning, thinking non-stop, but I am so stretched in this difficulty. The self who woke up from the dream didn't look like the self in the dream, it was another self. I asked the other party's name, thanked the other party for their help, took the initiative to step forward, and the other party said his name. I woke up. When I woke up again, I thought about it carefully, and the dream gradually dissipated. Looking back, there was only one name left. is another will. The self who woke up from the dream didn't look like the self in the dream, it was another self. I asked the other party's name, thanked the other party for their help, took the initiative to step forward, and the other party said his name. I woke up. When I woke up again, I thought about it carefully, and the dream gradually dissipated. Looking back, there was only one name left. is another will. The self who woke up from the dream didn't look like the self in the dream, it was another self. I asked the other party's name, thanked the other party for their help, took the initiative to step forward, and the other party said his name. I woke up. When I woke up again, I thought about it carefully, and the dream gradually dissipated. Looking back, there was only one name left. is another will. I survived the long dark night alone in my mother's belly, curled up there, stretched for ten months, and came to the world. Occasionally, I feel very aggrieved when I think about the process. How did I survive. Later, the movement gradually began to be free, crying, walking, running wild, running, and the space was millions of times larger than before, and it was more galloping. There are more troubles, less shackles and less troubles, and there are many times when you are stuck on your own. This time, I understand a little bit of the diving bell metaphor, however, many things I'm still not moving forward. The night did not trouble me, but the fear of the night enveloped me. Just like Gu Cheng's poem, a person is so lonely waiting for the dawn to rise. Tossing and turning, thinking non-stop, but I am so stretched in this difficulty. The self who woke up from the dream didn't look like the self in the dream, it was another self. I asked the other party's name, thanked the other party for their help, took the initiative to step forward, and the other party said his name. I woke up. When I woke up again, I thought about it carefully, and the dream gradually dissipated. Looking back, there was only one name left. is another will. I survived the long dark night alone in my mother's belly, curled up there, stretched for ten months, and came to the world. Occasionally, I feel very aggrieved when I think about the process. How did I survive. Later, the movement gradually began to be free, crying, walking, running wild, running, and the space was millions of times larger than before, and it was more galloping. There are more troubles, less shackles and less troubles, and there are many times when you are stuck on your own. This time, I understand a little bit of the diving bell metaphor, however, many things I'm still not moving forward. The night did not trouble me, but the fear of the night enveloped me. Just like Gu Cheng's poem, a person is so lonely waiting for the dawn to rise. Tossing and turning, thinking non-stop, but I am so stretched in this difficulty. The self who woke up from the dream didn't look like the self in the dream, it was another self. I asked the other party's name, thanked the other party for their help, took the initiative to step forward, and the other party said his name. I woke up. When I woke up again, I thought about it carefully, and the dream gradually dissipated. Looking back, there was only one name left. is another will.
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