最近这段时间阴雨连绵,心情也一直是灰的,无论白天还是黑夜,但凡入睡,总在一个相同的无边无际的梦中:我在哪里呢这是?梦见自己好似一只粘在窗框上的羽毛,窗外阳光明媚绿意扶疏,窗内则暗沉沉的,飞不动,只是用力想:我这是在哪里呢。第一个跳脱出来的念头是:父亲已经去世了。第二个念头接踵而至:是不是已经下葬了?理智告诉自己,老人已经下葬,但潜意识里,身为子女 The recent rainy days, the mood has always been gray, whether day or night, whenever sleep, always in the same endless boundless dream: Where am I? Dream of myself like a stick in the window frame On the feathers, the window was sunny and sparse green, the window is dark, and can not fly, just forced to: I am where is it. The first thought to come out is: his father has died. The second thought comes one after another: is it already buried? Sense tells himself that the old man has been buried, but in the subconscious, as a child