一、公园那段时间经常做梦。我始终认为,梦是过往的意识和记忆的碎片,被大脑重新组装后,随意浮出水面的空间,充满无法先验的新鲜感,类似一个自由魔方。它窥视着、试探着,最终形成风暴,将地面以及内心的所有事物,房屋、花草、海洋一起席卷而去,在遥远的某处落下,并消失得无影无踪。我,或者我的意识被独自扔下,感伤地漂泊在虚空之中,就像一粒毫无意义的灰尘……我承认,那些梦掺杂了太多被任意放大的经验,包 First, the park that time often dreaming. I have always believed that dreams are the fragments of past consciousness and memory. After being reassembled by the brain, they are free to float to the surface of space. They are full of freshness that can not be transcendental akin to a free cube. It peeked, tentatively, finally forming a storm, sweeping the ground and everything in its heart, houses, flowers and sea, falling somewhere faraway and disappearing without a trace. I, or my consciousness, is thrown alone and sentimentally wandered in the void, like a meaningless dust ... I admit that those dreams are mixed with too much experience of being enlarged arbitrarily,