? God said I could ask him three questions a day, from "Why am I unhappy?" Ask for several days in a row.
? After asking for a few days, a white-bearded grandfather named Van Risken gave me a cool Harley motorcycle and shared it with two other people, so that we could go out to play by ourselves.
I can't ride a motorcycle. I was just about to ask them how to drive. They whistled out.
The shape of my motorcycle is very strange. It should be the position of the handle. Only the body sticks out a rod to support a Grenade-shaped object. I tried to pull it out, and there was a wire in the middle. Finally, it can have two handles like a normal car, but the left hand is a plug and the right hand is a Grenade. Twist it on the right hand side, alas, it can really move, but the speed is so slow.
? I just wander around alone. Every once in a while, I have to leave the ground with my feet and rub forward. This is a path in the south of the Yangtze River, just like the stone road in Wuzhen, Xitang. It's rugged here, and there are many people on the road. The children were running around, so I happily pulled the car forward, chatted with people and looked at the shops on the roadside.
? There were five or six short steps ahead, and I had a brainwave. I felt that the height difference could accelerate, so I twisted the handle in the shape of a Grenade on the right and flew. It flew too high and hit the high wall next to it. There is a prominent edge on the wall, ten centimeters wide, just enough to put my feet down. I am like Tom in Tom and Jerry, slumped on the wall, and a big Harley followed me. I visually measured the distance from the ground, and I was wondering whether to jump and land first or the car first. I don't want to hit a big hole in my head. It's so unsightly. I was hesitating when I suddenly heard the following wave of people discussing how to save a baby. At that moment, the adhesion between me and the wall disappeared, I fell painfully and steadily, and Harley finally got out of my body.
? I went to a rest place with everyone. It's so small that everyone is lying in the yard. There is a clear river outside the gate, reflecting the dense trees on the other side. The river is still half and half for many people. Across the river is a dirt road that winds its way to the next village. The whole scene is full of freedom of hooligans and western gold diggers. I whistle, turn branches and enjoy the beautiful scenery with my camera. After shopping, I passed the food counter in the canteen. The little brother in the canteen took out two meals and asked me, which one do you want to eat?
? Me: Which one is mine?
? Little brother: No!
? Me: Which one do you want me to eat?
? Little brother: This rice noodle, fresh out, is warm!
? Me: OK! I want your share, too!
? Brother agreed. I happily took a bite from him and put an empty table on me. The dining table is the kind of big thick wooden round table placed in the village when I was a child. The table top is three centimeters thick, and the legs of the table are four long square poles. If you push it, its stability will fail.
? At this moment, the two people who abandoned me suddenly came back. I was thinking, it's not time to go back. How did they turn around? One pouted, one pulled a face, one said the other was driving too fast, and the other said that he never wanted to be with him again. ...
? I looked at them sympathetically and thought, why didn't Grandpa White Beard give each of them a Harley? Look how happy I am!
? In the process of recalling dreams, I had another dream, which turned out to be a summary of previous dreams:
? I silently thanked the God in my dream. He must have come to help me.