I do not know how to describe Dream,i live in a small vallage,there is no power and no police,where people live and work.Hardworking people in the fields and paddy and wheat. During the day, the men work in the fields,they joke and laugh loudly,the woman at home with children,In the evening the man who came home,the smell of food in the house,children around him,Dinnner,men will amuse children,wife will be happy to blame him.After dinner,villagers will converged together and talk something,the older will talk about the past,they speak slow and serious.The children will play togeter,They sing and dance,they will flutter firefly,Finally, all let go.firefly like stars,full of their childhood. In the villege,planted with Phoenix spent,every summer,they are like fire and opening, Time here seems to be stationary