The Three Great Sorrows of Life: Losing a Mother in Youth, Losing a Wife in Midlife, and an Elderly Person Sending Away a Young Person with White Hair!
Yesterday's dream made me believe everything was real, because the feeling was so authentic – the genuine sadness, the profound grief, the realistic scenes, the real people, the genuine crying, to the point where I suddenly woke up, and the sense of loss within me was incredibly strong, as if she had been here.
I firmly believe she must have hugged me, I felt it, it's the only thing I could feel in her, the embrace of my mother. Everything that happened was real.
This was a day when a large family gathered together, and she was there, dressed in clean and stylish clothes. My eyes were constantly watching her, afraid she would leave me again.
While staring at her, the painful images of her past suffering lingered in my mind – her frail appearance, I couldn't help but feel sad. I held back my tears, watching her.
At the moment of parting, I went up to her. We looked at each other, frozen in a moment of shared gaze, and the tears finally burst forth as I hugged her, crying in her arms.
She said to me,Just cry if you want to.
I knew she understood me,I sorrowfully released all these years of despair, pain, sadness, and longing, as well as my regret, pity, and compassion.
A profound sadness enveloped me, yet I also felt the warmth of a mother's embrace, the feeling of love. In that moment, I could sense her real existence. Perhaps, over the years, she always remembered me.
I hugged her for a long, long time, but parting was inevitable. She was leaving, and then she turned and joined the other two people who were with her,Her steps and demeanor were no longer as frail as before,Instead, there was lightness, health, and happiness.
I chased after her footsteps to say goodbye, but a black dog blocked my path. I no longer dared to take a step forward.
On the same road, I saw two familiar acquaintances approaching me. Then I followed them, moving in opposite directions,Turning my head, I could no longer see them three people.
Now, when I look back, perhaps this is protection – or perhaps it was a plot requirement, otherwise I would have really gone with them, and I don't know who I would have become now.
People go, vanish in smoke, but souls remain eternal. I know she must have become a gentle breeze, a fragrant flower, or any free and unrestrained form, like water or clouds, watching over me, caressing me.
Yesterday's dream was the longest time I felt, the longest time I had a physical connection with her, and I released my emotions, satisfied. In another world, I hope you can be happy. Come visit me next time!
