At night, I dreamed that my mother had planted a patch of corn seedlings. The emerald green leaves shimmered and looked particularly clear in the moonlight. This cornfield seemed to be shrouded in magic, constantly flashing in my mind.
I couldn't help but fall into deep thought. Why does mom want to plant corn seedlings? I asked myself confusedly. Is there any special reason?
As the dream continued, I found myself with my mother, working together on the corn seedlings. We took a shovel to loosen the soil together, and then carefully put the corn seedlings in. I stared at it carefully to prevent ants or other small insects from invading its world.
At that moment, I suddenly realized that the corn seedlings in this dream were as fragile as life. Just as we need to be cultivated, our hearts also need to be cultivated. A feeling began to well up in my heart, an indescribable emotion. Maybe it was a retro feeling, maybe it was the love for my mother.
When I stood quietly next to the cornfield, I saw my mother's smile. She and I were waiting for the fruits of this season. It's a quiet moment, but also a profound one. This cornfield is our land. It needs us to protect it and accompany it here.
In this dream, I learned a lot about agriculture from my mother and gained a deeper understanding of nature. I began to discover that, as an ordinary person, my life is full of undervalued details. Through this dream, I gained a new understanding of the subtle connection between life and nature. They are indivisible, they are interdependent. We should cherish them more, strive to smell the breath of the earth, enjoy the sunshine, feel the caress of the wind, and see the subtle changes slowly advancing in front of us.
This dream taught me the meaning and profound thinking about family, about the connection between life and nature, and about everyone’s understanding of responsibility and responsibility for the earth. I believe that this dream will always exist with me and educate me.