Once upon the time, I have had a dream. Although I don’t really remember what it is about and who appeared in it, I want to reminisce it for a little bit….
It was a serene afternoon when the classroom was immersed in the dusk, in which I was sitting on a chair, being drowsy.
My English teacher, who is a charming woman with excellent wit, seemingly never noticed me sleeping. She was still teaching us, using her sweet voice.
I eventually decided to take out my notebook.
I like to write some jabberwockies in my notebook now and then. The sequence of words I written in the notebook is more or less blue, but there have to be someone who can comprehend it, I think.
There was a title already written in a page: “I have had a dream”. I need to say that it is not easy to write a story following such a ambiguous topic. However, this is just a kind of alleviation, so who cares. Anyway, the story begins.
那是一个，宁静的下午。
老朽坐在摇椅上，闭目养神。等待着死神的降临。
恍惚间，老朽做了一个梦，那是老朽出生八十三年来，似乎在哪见到过的场景。
微微睁开眼，眼前的整个世界都被夕阳浸没了，满天都是耀眼的金黄。落地窗外的不远处，林立着无数座高楼大厦，其中有一座，是老朽几十年前的初中所在地。
在凋零的记忆中苦苦搜寻半天后，老朽终于想起，那个时候发生的一个，微不足道的故事了。
老朽和她相遇，是在初二那年。十五年前就早已离开人世的，老朽初中时候的班主任，当年特意调整了老朽的座位，于是老朽便有幸以同桌的身份，与她相识。
老朽还记得，她有着一副可爱的脸，经常穿着牛仔裤在学校里到处溜达。老朽当时并没意识到，自己已经无可救药地，对她一见钟情了，只是喜欢在今天这种夕阳做成的帘幕下，远远地注视着她的背影。
可能是缘分不够吧，老朽自上高中以来就再也没见过她了，只是知道她去了一所不好的中学，甚至不知道，几十年后的今天，她是否还在这个世上，甚至连她的姓名，都忘却了。
闷在家里也不是个事儿，老朽决定出去走走。
“哟！大爷，这么晚了，出来遛弯儿啊？” 小区门口的保安热情地向老朽打招呼。
“嗯….” 老朽冲他笑了笑，走出了小区门口。老朽这一生，也算是幸福美满了，只是，只是还有一个小小的遗憾。如此想着，夕阳沉到了地平线以下。城里的路灯，如同约定好了似的，一齐点亮。
“回去吧….” 老朽见太阳下了山，计划着打道回府。不曾想，刚转过身，就和一个陌生人撞了个满怀。
“不好意思，不好意思…..” 陌生人是个老太太，对着老朽连连说着对不起。
“啊…没关系，我没什么事儿，您也没事儿就好。”
互相寒暄一番后，老朽告了辞，但眼前这位同龄人却突然想知道老朽叫什么名字。
无奈，老朽便告诉了他。“我叫….宁保，宁静的宁，保重的保。”
“嗯….谢谢，我叫姚雨，姚黄的姚，下雨的雨。”
“不知可否冒昧问您儿，您如今生活在这座城市，幸福吗。” 老朽不知为何，很想最后如此问她一句。
“实不相瞒，很幸福。”
老朽回到了家，重新坐回了摇椅上。不知为何，眺望着冉冉升起的明月，老朽感觉十分幸福。
没准儿，是陌生人的幸福打动了老朽吧。毕竟，老朽一直认为，陌生人的幸福，就是老朽的幸福。
I put down my pen, then stretched my sore arms.
“Ahh….the story sucks! It seems that I am not good at writing stories.”
English class was about to end, and my dream was about to end, too.
Although my memory is not good, I can at least record my precious dream on my notebook, can’t I?
