Today is the fourth day of my mother's departure from us, and I still have not gotten out of the pain of losing my mother, and during my lunch break, I fell into a dream labyrinth, trying to wake up many times, but I always struggled with the bed in my dream.
Dream 1: After I got up, I walked outside the house wearing only autumn pants, the east showed the white of the fish's belly, and in the silence of 4 o'clock in the morning, I saw a picturesque mountain scenery in front of me. The light in the house spilled all over the front slope of the house, and a trace of light hit the lenses of my glasses and then reflected into my eyes, which felt a little dazzling. Viewed from the air, an orange glow reflects the hillside, enchanting and mysterious. I kept going until I reached the edge of the cliff, and even though I knew it was a dream, I didn't dare to go any further.
Dream 2: When I woke up again, I was still lying in bed, and I secretly vowed that I would get up after adjusting my state. However, the magic of dreams drew me back to me. I returned to my childhood in the mountains and rivers and chestnut hills, feeling the long-lost local atmosphere. Thinking that we have been away from this land for decades, and that our relationship with our fellow villagers has gradually drifted apart, a strong sense of melancholy wells up in my heart. I resolutely ran straight into the fields, jumped over ravines, climbed over hills, encountered ponds and even "floated on water". Eventually, at the foot of a desolate mountain, I met many Roman sculptural figures with whom I fought a fierce battle, with whom I fought bravely and fearlessly, in the fierce battle of the age of cold weapons......
Dream 3: I woke up again in the middle, but soon fell asleep again, and this time I came back to reality and saw my mother lying on the sofa in the living room. As the family gathered around her, discussing what to eat for lunch, she suddenly got up and lay on top of me and whispered that she wanted to eat some porridge. I felt happy in my heart, feeling that my mother's appetite had returned was a good sign, and my long-suffering mother was saved! Then, the confusion of my thoughts made me feel that my mother was safe and sound, but my father had left us......At this point, I really woke up from my dream, got up and started recording this amazing dream journey.
Yesterday, according to the local customs, I gave my mother a tribute meal, which was a few bowls of meat dishes. My mother didn't eat big fish and meat when she was alive, so tonight I plan to cook a pot of porridge and fry a few of my mother's favorite vegetables to give her old man's tribute.
Mother wants to eat porridge.
Deep in the mountains. 
My last days with my mother.
That orange light.
Great War Sculptor.
Love and protection on the sickbed.