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Idiots Remember Dreams: Recreating the Real Dreams of a Countryman

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    Author: Shi Yuchun

    The past few days have nothing to do, extremely boring.

    Although there are books as companions, but the heart is not in the cavity, so I feel dizzy when reading.

    Sleep most, frequent dreams.

    In the middle of the day, I woke up in a dream again. This is not the first time this happened.

    The dream hurt my heart, and I woke up sad.  Before taking a bath, write it down on the table:

    What I saw in my dream has a lot to do with my family background

    The characters in the dream include grandmother, grandmother's aunt¡ªgreat-grandmother, great-grandfather, and people related to great-grandfather, etc

    Doing the math, it has been fifteen years since my grandmother passed away and went to me.  However, the image and dress of the grandmother are still as clear as yesterday:

    The usual dress of the elderly is: a large-breasted top (I don¡¯t know whether it is the clothing of the former Qing Dynasty or the Republic of China), trousers with large crotch, leggings, and bound feet What about the image?  She has white hair, a simple bent crutch, clearly protruding blue veins on her hands, a pair of bound feet that look trembling, and her waist is a little bent

    When I was a child, there were many people in the village who wore clothes like my grandmother¡¯s: Aunt (the wife of the uncle who ranked the eldest in the same family), Shi Po (the wife of the grandfather who ranked tenth in the generation of grandparents in the same family)  and others.  Now, that generation has withered away completely, and the figure of the old man dressed up by the grandmother can no longer be seen in the countryside.

    When I am alive, I become numb. Everything in my life seems to have become a relic in my mind. If there is no big touch, I will never be able to raise a little dust.

    In the past fifteen years, I occasionally dreamed about my grandmother. When I saw the old man, it was in this familiar attire.  Sometimes in the dream, there is also a scene, that is the old house where the old man used to live.

    Everything about my grandmother has been completely frozen in my memory. For me, it has become a habit.

    In this dream, the images of several old women I saw were all similar to those of my grandmother, and their attire was also the same:

    Clothes with big breasts, trousers with big crotch, leggings, feet bound, walking with sticks, trembling

    In the dream, how I met these elders seems to have no cause and effect. Everything is very vague. I tried my best to think about it, but I still couldn't sort it out.

    It seems that the theme of the dream is to find

    I remember that when my grandmother was alive, the only relative in Yi Niang's family was my aunt¡ªthat is, my grandmother's younger sister.  My aunt married far away in the mountains, and she rarely walked with us. She was my grandmother's lifelong concern.  Knowing things by myself, I was able to see my aunt twice, and both times I met before the age of five.  As for my aunt, I have no impression of her except that she is silvery like snow and that the old man has poor eyesight.

    However, there is an uncle who we walk around during festivals and major events.  Because I feel separated and not so close, I always feel that this relationship is a bit incomprehensible.  At that time, I was still young, so I didn't quite understand the real relationship between my family and this uncle, and what was the reason for this inseparable relationship.  Later, I found out that this uncle's house is indeed my grandmother's natal family, and this uncle is my grandmother's cousin, and it is indeed separated by such a small layer.

    I also recalled when I was a child, my grandmother talked about being my father and my mother. I was young and ignorant, and I was shocked and shouted, saying:

    "Grandmother (grandmother is called in my hometown) also has father and mother?"

    At that time, I thought, how can such an old grandmother have a father and a mother, it is really strange!

    Grandma stroked my head and said:

    "Who doesn't have a father or a mother?"

    The grandmother has three siblings, the grandmother is the longest, the aunt is the second, and the grandmother's brother is the youngest.  The grandmother's parents died early, and the family gradually declined after the accident.  The younger brother of the grandmother was sold by his uncle and exiled in a foreign country without a trace, so the siblings never saw each other for life.

    It is said that my grandmother's natal family was once wealthy.  Grandma's parents had three brothers, who were the squires of the land.  Grandmother's father was the eldest brother, who died early.  The grandmother's second uncle ruined his family business and even sold his brother's son to survive.

    The uncle mentioned above is the son of the grandmother's uncle and the cousin of the grandmother.  This uncle's mother is my grandmother's aunt and my great-grandmother.  When I was a child, I went to my uncle¡¯s house with my father, and took my grandmother to my uncle¡¯s house in a trolley. My great-grandmother was still alive, so I met the old man many times.  Up to now, I can still picture the appearance of my great-grandmother in my mind. As for the image and dress of the old man, it is about the same as my grandmother.

    There are many people who said that there are many above in a dream, not superfluous, but explaining the characters.

    What I was looking for in my dream was my grandmother's aunt¡ªmy great-grandmother.

    Why do you want to find an old man?

    Why are you looking for the old man again?

    Because the antecedents and consequences of the dream are very vague, so I am not very clear

    What passed in the dream, is a dirt road in the countryside.  On the way, you will occasionally see quaint buildings, but these buildings are not all in the countryside: neat and fresh, with the elegance of many temples.

    Walking through the dream, I saw a lot.  However, all these traces seen in the dream are very light traces, and they do not need to be blown by wind and rain, and they will dissipate as smoke when the eyes are opened.  Everything is still as blurred as before, and what remains are dirt roads and old trees

    Suddenly, I went to a village and lost my way.  At this time, several old women were walking in the village.

    I stopped, not knowing where to go, so I wandered again.  Seeing me like this, one of the old men stopped and asked me:

    "Aren't you the son of so-and-so (my father's name)?"

    The old women seen in the dream are dressed as before: big breasts, big crotches, leggings, bound feet, walking on sticks, trembling

    I replied:

    "Yes. How did you know?"

    "It looks like"

    The old woman smiled.

    "Who are you looking for?"

    "Ium"

    I hesitated a few times, as if answering, I was looking for my great-grandmother Yunyun.

    The old woman pointed one finger and said:

    "Go to that house and ask, they have a relationship with your family"

    After the old woman finished speaking, she leaned on a cane and walked tremblingly.  It seems to be going to catch up with the grandmas I met earlier, I can't remember the details.

    I followed the old man's instructions and walked forward to the front of a deep house.  There is a shelf cart (the human transportation tool in our township) at the door of this house.  A woman helped an old woman who was the same age and dressed as before came out: big breasts, big crotch, leggings, bound feet, trembling The old woman was as silver as snow, and her eyes seemed to be unable to see clearly  It is probably because people are old and their eyesight is also declining.  Because of the woman supporting her, she didn't rely on the stick.

    The woman talked to me more than I can remember.  I seem to say to her:

    "I am the great-grandson of so-and-so (name of my great-grandfather)"

    The woman said:

    "I am the grandson of He Moumou, xxx was designed by my ancestors"

    As for the design, it is very vague, and it seems to be related to the "Moral Monument" of our great-grandfather standing at the entrance of our village.  I don't remember very well

    That woman should be a descendant of her great-grandfather.  I think so.

    The woman was about forty years old, and she was the image of Shuyuan, a well-mannered and well-mannered lady.

    In the words, the woman seemed to have two points of approval for my situation, and the words continued the fire of the scholar I can't remember.

    While talking, the woman, the old woman, and I have arrived at the door.  The woman helped the old woman to the high wall and the big iron gate on the side of the house, and said to me:

    "When my mother returns home, she must cry there. This is the cemetery of my grandparents."

    The old woman stood against the wall and burst into tears:

    "Hey mom poor mom, hey mom sad mom"

    I am very confused, why cry only for the mother but not the father?  This may be because the daughter is close to the mother, I explain myself.

    The old woman cried very sadly.

    The tone used for crying is the custom used by all women in the country when weeping and mourning.

    I often say: I have always been afraid of seeing a woman's tears.

    Hearing the old woman's cry today, I feel very sad.

    When the old woman was crying, I looked sideways at the cemetery, and the garden was full of steles: first seeing its majesty and majesty, and then seeing its exquisite carvings, I sighed secretly in my heart:

    "It really is everyone's weather!"

    Let the old woman cry, and the woman and I help the old man sit on the shelf car.

    The woman said:

    "You always cry, every time you go home, it's like this"

    The old woman said:

    "Now that I am old, no one listens to my words, what can I do, I can only tell my parents"

    Before I could speak, the tears came down again.

    When I heard this word and saw this situation, I felt great pity in my heart, mourned, and woke up

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