很喜欢做梦,从小到大,无数的梦,甚至一些梦不断地重复着。翻检起记忆的碎片,有时竟不知到底是梦还是曾经真正发生过的事实。看过一些书,说梦也是人生的一部分,是另外的人生。那么灰色的天空下,营营役役的我,是一个真实存在的我还是曾经飞过庄周梦境的蝶呢?很多夜里的呓语,一些模糊的脸,我努力地想记起来,看清他们,却总也无法转到他们的面前。Part1我生活在一个叫杨柳湖的小村,原本是一个白晃 I really like to dream, from small to large, countless dreams, and even some of the dream repeated. Flipping through the memory of the fragments, and sometimes actually do not know in the end is a dream or a fact that once happened. Read some books, said that dream is also part of life, is another life. So gray under the sky, the battalion of me, is a real I have ever flown over the dreams of the butterfly? Many nocturnal vague, some vague face, I tried hard to remember and see them , But always can not be transferred to them. Part1 I live in a small village called Yangliuhu, was originally a white Akira