昨晚做了一个很美好的梦，都不想起来了。起来的时候，心里仍有那份感动。我忘了梦境是否有颜色。他们说，有颜色的梦是会成真的。
我不知道这个梦会不会成真。只知道梦了三、四年了，它从没接近成真的范围。
不过没关系。偶尔这样梦一下，我也很开心，很感动。:')
我不知道这个梦会不会成真。只知道梦了三、四年了，它从没接近成真的范围。
不过没关系。偶尔这样梦一下，我也很开心，很感动。:')
This CNY, I realised many things. I realised I have always envied families who go out as a whole for CNY visiting, or those who invite many relatives and friends over. I realised I am very afraid of the coming of CNY because CNY simply means watching movies and slacking at home for me. I love to watch movies, there is no doubt about that. Perhaps I just don't appreciate the latter because there is so much to face head-on. I hate the silence or otherwise awful hurlings at the dining table. I hate how I need to pretend to be hospitable to people I dislike. This year, I hid in my room when people I did not feel comfortable with came, then I was accused of being stubborn and impolite. Sometimes I really wonder if being myself is of imperative or being polite is. Whichever the case, I want to confess that I really feel tired and unhappy this CNY. The worst is that I feel that no one can understand because everyone I tried to rant this to tells me I should go home because it is CNY after...
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