I recall the forests and trees that I felt in reality. The wind and rain came, and there were many childhood dreams and realities like dreams. When I was a child, there was a mountain in front of the house and a tree in front of the mountain. Every night when a storm came, my father would hold me there. In another room farther away from the tree, he was afraid that the tree would fall (the big tree did fall down later) 1-2 grades in elementary school, it was not very bright at 5 am one day, it was raining heavily, my sister took me to wear a raincoat. When I was looking for my parents in the orchard, the rain fell from the brim of the raincoat and hat in front of my eyes. I had to lower my head to see the road under my feet. In the dream, I was 3-4 years old. I went to the door with my bare feet in the middle of the night to look for my parents, often without keys. Then I sat at the door and waited for my sister to come back from school. I waited and fell asleep. I woke up and found that my saliva was drooling. I was 5 years old. Children play, I only remembered to go home in the evening, I was so flustered that I wanted to cry. In my dream, my father went to night shift and my mother played mahjong at night. I ran out barefoot in the middle of the night to find my mother’s favorite rainy day. After dinner, neighbors come to visit, everyone sits in the yard talking, children play games in the dark
In summer, I secretly went to the river with my children to catch crabs and pick up colorful useless stones
With my mother and sister, I went to the black soil and moved home to plant the orchids that my father found in the forest. When the orchids bloomed, I slept at night with the window open.
Another dilapidated house in the vague memory, the dilapidated leather ball and bamboo forest in front of the house, the door lock in the hall and the country road with no access to cars
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