A dream
At 2:30 am, I returned from fishing at the sate park and fell half-asleep the moment I hit the bed. I had a dream: I was secretly fishing in the my uncle's pond in my hometown village in Changsha - and got caught by him (or perhaps it was my mother's brother instead). The path leading to the pond, the water, the branches submerged beneath the surface - all of it felt so familiar, so real. Only the two fish I caught were strange, unlike any I had ever seen. My old home was demolished two years ago.
凌晨2点半，从state park钓鱼回来，倒头在床上迷迷糊糊的睡着。做了一个梦。在长沙农村老家叔叔家的池塘偷偷钓鱼，被叔叔抓住（但又似乎是舅舅家）。通往池塘的小路、水、水中的树杈，一切都是那么的熟悉、真实。只是，那两条鱼是从未见过的古怪。老家已被拆迁两年了。