1. The beginning is the rest of my life without morning

Dreaming about the West Lake - Preface

Zhang Dai

The rest of my life without morning, twenty years away from the West Lake For eight years, the West Lake has never failed to enter my dream, and the West Lake in my dream has never left me. During the Jiawu and Dingyou days, we arrived at the West Lake. For example, the outbuildings of the Shang family in Jinmen, the Qi family's occasional residence, the Qian family's and Yu family's villas, and the Yu family's garden. All that remained of the lakeside village were rubble. It is the owner of Yu Meng, but it is lost to West Lake. When I look at the broken bridge, I can see that all the weak willows, peaches, singing houses and dancing pavilions of the past are like being submerged by floods, and not a single one of them remains. Yu Nai ran away, saying that I came for the West Lake. What I saw now was like this, but it was not as good as the West Lake in my dream, and I was still completely safe. Because I think Yu Meng is different from Li Chongfeng. The enshrined Meng Tianmu is like a goddess named Shu. She has never been seen in dreams, and her dreams are also illusory. The rest of my dream is about the West Lake, just like my family and my family. The dream is there because of it, and the dream is true. Yu Li has lived in his family for twenty-three years now, and he is still in his former residence in his dreams. Xiao Xi, an old soldier, has grown old now, but in his dream he is still the general manager. If old habits are not eliminated, it is difficult to get rid of the old habits. From now on, I will be silent at Die'an, sleeping in Xu, but my old dream is still intact. The scenery of the West Lake is still intact. When my son Cao questioned him, he found out that he always talked about dreams in dreams, either nightmares or blabbering. Because he wrote seventy-two chapters of "Dream Search", he left it to future generations as a reflection of the West Lake. Yu Yu, a native of the mountains, returned from the sea and praised the beauty of the sea. The villagers came to lick their eyes. Sigh! The golden Yao Zhu is empty when passed through the tongue, so licking the eyes will not save the greedy person!

In the seventh month of Xinhai, Zhang Dai, an old man from the ancient Jiandie Temple, wrote a question.