Morning dream Chen Meng

In the morning, I walked the road, walking in a dream of me.

In the early morning dew is not down when, in the last night of residual star has not return when, in a cuckoo has not crow, I at the crossroads slightly stood and walked briskly through the familiar and unfamiliar streets. Do not know me, will I forget the people can not see me once, I still silently in the middle of his door.

That road seems to be very short, much shorter than a child, it is very long and very long, walking here as if in a long dream gradually wake up. Dawn is not Hei, cool breeze blowing, a person who gets up early in the morning on my side hurried, youth running, walking the aunt, high school students, to clean the streets of sanitation workers, as soon as possible to sell the aunt... I finally felt a very familiar atmosphere to pavement:

It was an old house, low low located behind the tall, pale blue sky in the veils of the strands of Xia Yunru like light cover it, Shaoqing, and return the, sky and so Cheng net, like the eyes of El Nino. Red brick several weathered, after repair, book slogans, wrote advertising, ground cement, a black paint brush, and finally all is overshadowed by years of dust, the mark is blurred, wind and rain then expose it peeled off one layer at a time, a piece of complex formation. The window under the dark trees, grass green tiles. In this row upon row of tall buildings behind it is lonely and helpless, unique, Fengqing thin clouds, misty Xi Hu, let my eyes a bright at the same time also let me know it is a story.

It does have a story, not just its story, is I: the misty dawn all drifting further and further away, and gradually clear up, time seems to flow backwards. This is where I grew up, it carries my childhood, when I was a child I just stare at the common yard, but I chose to see something new and fun, it gives me rich imagination from which; when I was a child if the wronged, the best way is to come back here in my little bed a good sleep what troubles are forgotten, it gives me a solid shield wall; I here learned a lot of knowledge, it gives me the ideal wings; in my failure encountered setbacks I will be here to pick up, is it gives me new hope. Is it silently selfless no smell of inclusive of the once naive wayward me, meticulous care of the once the young mind. Although leave there for many years, many things have been forgotten, but it has never faded, it still kept in my heart the most soft place, bearing my most beautiful memories.

yard, see the yard deep lofty sky, see the sky Yinhui cold sprinkled moon, see the moon behind the quiet and bright stars...

In the face of the long dream I finally woke up, went to it came near and reached out to touch it, has a fast cold brand segment in our midst, "in front of the construction, please do not close. Is it going to be torn down? In my heart there is a strange feeling, as if it were losing something important. As I walked past, I went to the door, the door across the two worlds, for a long time, and the door that I had never known......