我睁着眼睛做梦,梦境正进入浮云,浮云向天空飘去:一只苍蝇飞过半个森林,女人在流星下梳头,其夫暴卒于黎明前,还有一个梦游者穿过镜子,坐在漫山开放的杜鹃花下哭泣。实际上这些同时发生在一个瞬间,世界就是这样难以言述的古怪。但是,浮云一直都向天空飘去,现在正一点点地消融, I was dreaming with my eyes open. The dream was entering the clouds. The clouds floated to the sky. A fly flew over half a forest. A woman combed her hair under a meteor. Before her death, her husband died in dawn, and another sleepwalker passed through the mirror, Crying under the rhododendron opening to the mountain. In fact these happen at the same time in an instant, the world is so weird that it is unspeakable. However, the clouds have been drifting toward the sky, now a little bit ablation,