风儿抽出树的芽,雨儿拍出树的花,我无限的幻想拉着我穿越时间,穿越空间。渴时,我便望梅,并向着它出发。眼前,或许不是我的成功,但我仍要靠近它,因为,幻想使得我相信,这也许不是我的梅林,但是,向它出发,你一定能找到自己的方向。我继续穿梭在我的幻想中。饥时,我便画饼,并试着相信它。它也许不真实,但它能满足我一时的渴望,为我添加精神动力,因为,幻 The wind pulls out the tree buds, the rain shoots the tree flowers, and my infinite illusion pulls me across the time and across the space. When thirsty, I look Mei, and toward it. My eyes may not be my success, but I still have to approach it because the illusions make me believe that this may not be my Merlin, but you can certainly find your own direction. I continue to shuttle in my fantasy. When hungry I draw a cake and try to believe it. It may not be true, but it can satisfy my temporary desire to add mental motivation to me because, illusion