我有许多爱做梦的朋友。但他们都比不过我写诗的太太。我太太梦想开咖啡店,幻想系上可爱的碎花围裙,为玻璃瓶添水、为客人烹调咖啡。她爱幻想,从上海回来,嚷着说要开二手书店,兼营咖啡。从成都归,说要卖尽家产,租成都市区一家店,卖精品。岳母恰在座,说要卖掉股票,一起到成都。我望着母女俩,讶想,基因力 I have many friends who love to dream. But they are better than my wife writing poetry. My wife dreams of opening a coffee shop, fantasizing about a lovely floral apron, adding water to a glass bottle and cooking coffee for guests. She loves fantasies, coming back from Shanghai, clamoring that she wants to open a used bookstore and run a coffee shop. From Chengdu, said to sell their own property, rent a shop in Chengdu, selling fine. Mother-in-law was present, saying she wanted to sell stocks and go to Chengdu together. I looked at the mother and daughter, surprised, genetics