I dreamed of my mother at night and woke up crying. When I woke up and tried to catch this dream again, I didn't know where it had flown. I stared at the darkness until I saw it, but I felt my eyes glowing. Fragments of dreams are flying in front of my eyes, but when I think of catching these fragments of dreams as a whole, I don't even know where they have flown. The only thing left in front of me is my mother's vague shadow ... this is the shadow that appeared in my dream. I only remember that when this shadow appeared, it was gray all around, and my mother seemed to come down from the clouds. The expression on her face was a little different from usual, like laughing and crying, but she finally came to me. Where am I? This makes me a little confused. At first, I felt that I was in the house where I live now. Mom just pushed open the small door in the corner and came in. The ears of the orange lampshade covered her head. So I thought about it again, thinking about the whole city of G? ttingen: the old city wall with surprisingly thick oak trees on both sides, the multi-tone gray-black old church, the surprisingly high steeple on the top of the church, and the clear sky above the steeple. However, as soon as my eyes lit up, a reed flashed at once. The thin part of the reed also vaguely exudes the clarity of water. This is the big reed pit behind the back room of my hometown. So I immediately felt that not only I was at the edge of this reed pit, but also my mother's face came to me at the edge of this reed pit. I remember when I was a child, before I left my hometown, every summer morning, before dawn, I got up and walked along the reed pit and looked into the water carefully. When I saw something shining white under the dark water, I reached out and touched it. That's a big white duck egg. I can't write the happy mood at that time. Looking up at this moment, we can often see a reddish morning glow on the top of the big poplar tree on the other side of the open space-two years ago, my mother lay quietly under this poplar tree for eternity. Now I see her son who I haven't seen for eight years before her death by the pit near Baiyang. But with this reed pit, a small flower like a white lantern flashed out, in the mother's hand. I really can't think of where such flowers have been in my hometown. I finally want to come back, think of Gottingen, think of the house I live in now. The landlord put this bottle of flowers on the table in the middle of the house two days ago. Then, after all, my mother has been to G? ttingen, and I also saw my mother in G? ttingen in my dream. Thinking about thinking, the shadow in front of me is getting confused. The shadow of the church steeple covered the big reed pit in my hometown, and white flowers like lanterns appeared not far away. In front of these, my mother's shadow looms. I finally don't know where I met my mother. I tried to suppress my thoughts to calm my heart. Immediately, it began to rain outside the window, and I felt a little cold on my pillow. I got up and opened the curtain, and a ray of clear light came in. I looked out, hoping to find my mother's footprints. But what I see is the row of windows I see every day. Now I am immersed in silence. The dream inside should be sweet! However, my dream has already flown away, leaving only a trace of white in my heart, winding out of this exotic town and coming to my mother's grave under the big poplar tree in my hometown, still secretly worrying about my mother: how can I walk so far to see my son on such a rainy night? Besides, the eyes are just empty and can't see anything. Oh, my God won't even give me a clear dream? I looked at the gray sky with tears in my eyes and imagined my mother's face.