I dreamed of a frog last night, listened to his story in the dream, and woke up to record it for memorization.
A heavy rain was so sudden that it filled a well, and the frog at the bottom of the well finally came out of the frog's head. He saw the sky for the first time, and it turned out that the sky was so big, and he was so small. The brothers advised it not to leave the well, and to wait for the water to run out and watch over its home. It insisted on going its own way, and soon jumped into the corner to rest. Unbeknownst to it, it was already on the edge of the tortoise.
At this time, the turtle wants it to be restless. It was told about millennia of culture, and even the distant story of Plato's cave and prisoners. The frog said, aren't you the legendary bastard? The turtle said that they all called me the turtle to their faces.
The frog walked into my dream. He said this to me in a dream
At that time, the turtle said that as long as I returned to the well, it would be a dream to think about it again. And, jumping back into the well, as soon as you tell about the outside world, there will be what happens to the prisoner who came out of Plato's cave.
I believed the Turtle. However, to live in this world beyond the wellhead, I ** know, I can't possibly know, there will be decades long!
I miss the life of the frog at the bottom of the well. The sky is so big, the water is so deep, there is no wind and waves, and there are ripples when it moves, which can be described as a quiet time.
I finally didn't have the courage to jump back into the well.
I begged for a living at the foot of a giant turtle. Every day, I look at the bustle and prosperity created by the people who blow the horn, carry the sedan chair, and watch the gate and the dogs. The corridor waist is back, and the eaves teeth are pecked, which makes me complacent; Each hugged the terrain, intrigued, and made my relatives regret it. And it was so ivory tower and spring snow, so I was pretentious.
Move around every day to avoid possible damage. If you don't have a foundation, it's best to hide in the dark and don't move. It was very painful and severely derailed my ability to jump. One day, the turtle told me that this is the lowest level of the temple, and you can't even get used to the lowest level, let alone the cold high ground. I'm very disappointed in you!
This time I didn't listen to it like I used to. I said to the Turtles, I'm disappointed in you too. Since you are a turtle with your own light, who would dare to hurt you a cold hair? So what? Isn't it just three or two festivals, and you are offered by others, and the rest of the time they are offered to you? Take what you use, discard if you don't use it, why do you speak to me so condescendingly? You really don't know people call you a bastard?
The turtle was so angry that he lay on his stomach and honked his horn. Oh, he said that my newborn well frog is not afraid of turtles, this place is not suitable for you, you go to the rivers and lakes to beg for a living.
Night falls, and the sky is full of stars. The turtle's head stretched out long and made a painful sound I had never heard before. He said he knew that the benevolence and morality of many people when they were facing him were superficially glamorous. The day when the hands are folded is the time when a man steals and a woman prostitutes.
I asked him why he was so false when he knew this. The turtle said, there is no need to be false and wronged, I will be publicly abandoned. They were annoyed by looking at me, and were ready to take my life with a high-sounding ritual of sacrificing to the heavens. The funny thing is that they don't understand, and without me, they are all thieves! Besides, is my life for them to take? From the knotted rope notes, to the bamboo slips and wooden slips, to the thread binding, framed inside and out, any part of my body is enough for them to gnaw on for generations, not to mention that I still have bones!
Frog, the turtle suddenly nicknamed me like that, and it made my pimples all over my body grow. I only heard him say: Find your homeland, and live in water and grass.
I jumped to the turtle's foot and the turtle's back, and kissed each other with foam, which was regarded as a thank you and farewell to him. The turtle licked my back, as if talking to myself: It is better to forget the February ** dynamic incentive plan in the rivers and lakes. He repeatedly told me that there was no place for me where a snake suited me. With tears in my eyes, I went out of the main gate at night, entered the sea of the garden (artificial sea), walked through the ditch (where the moon shines), and finally came to the ...... by the small river with abundant water and grass
When I woke up, outside the window, the snow was falling tightly.