Last night it rained, and this morning the ground at the doorstep was covered with fallen locust tree flowers. It's a pity that they were crushed by cars; otherwise, it would have been beautiful. The broom flowers in the corner of the wall are also growing lushly. I planted them myself.
There are three flies on the window, two of them are fighting, and one is rubbing its hands. I am observing. Outside the window, there is a row of willow and phoenix trees. I can't see the shape of the wind, but the trees are swaying, so I conclude that the wind exists. I am not in a relationship or dating, but I am thinking of you. How did this happen?
I know it is daytime and summer now because cicadas are chirping. If it were nighttime, it would be crickets and unknown insects chirping. The later it gets at night, the more joyfully they chirp, as if they are playing a symphony that resonates with my soul, making it difficult for me to sleep. At this time, I have no choice but to go outside for a walk. Dim streetlights stand on both sides of the street, and the lonely statue in the square stands alone. Everyone is asleep. I walk aimlessly along the riverbank, listening to the murmuring sound of flowing water, thinking about the past and planning for the future. At a certain moment, I stop and contemplate, seeing the current scene as if suddenly awakened from a dream. However, everything in front of me has a more unreal and illusory feeling than a dream... I want to understand all of this, I want to firmly grasp reality by passing through all the dreamscapes, but what is reality? Have you also experienced this sense of unreality?