Book3:WereMyDreamIs
书迷正在阅读：女王的男奴【女S男M，主从】 , 白捡了个傻子老公 , 心情小记 , 镇魂街之无限宠爱 , 「总攻」崩铁:有奇怪后遗症怎么办 , 抢了那个竹马 , 弟弟是童养夫 , 魔女的养子 , 距离。十英尺 , 高冷美人的堕落游戏 , 万人嫌的催眠系统NProu , 爱装beta的小助理
gers,whistledshrilly,pickeduphiswhiteeandwalkedjauntilyawayfromthedesertedrosegardenwhistlinghappily,forhehadfoundthemagicalswithisbrainanddecidedwhichwaytogo. Dimitriwalkedalongwhistlinghappily.HedidfullytrustthesenseofsightcreatedforhimbyhistwoloyalservantsImaginationaivity,sohetappedhiswaycarefullyalongwithhiswhiteeunawarethattherewasawhitecloudhanginglowintheskyfollowingwhereverhewent.Hefoundthatthepeoplewalkingpasthimallseemedtobeihurry,andthecarsontheroadflewbyinarush.Whataretheyseargforinsuchhaste?Inthisbusyworldofours,whataretheirgoalsinlife?Whydon’ttheygototheirchurches,temples,mosquesorsynagoguestoworshiptheirgodandwashawaythesinsintheirsouls?Inthisworldofoursthereisnothingthattakethepceion.Notliterature,philosophy,artormodernsce.Ourjourneyohislikefloatingonasmallboatinthergeo.Sometimesitiscalmandpeaceful,butatothertimesitmaybetumultuousandstormy.Whenstrongwindsandhugewavestossyourboataroundinastorm,whatyourelyontocalmdownandshowyoudire?Nothing.Whydopeoplegiveupreligion?OfcourseweareagainstreligioustotalitarianismoftheMiddleAges,butnothingeverrepceprofiousteagsandtheoriesbecausetheyarethesymbolofthespiritualcivilizationofmankind.DimitrisuddenlyhadastrangewhimandgaveorderstohistwoloyalservantsImaginationaivitysaying, 19 “Quick!Twisttheswitpeople’sbrainsandorderthemtogototheirpcesofworship.Itdoesn’tmatteriftheyareCatholics,Protestant,Jews,BuddhistsorMuslims.Allorthodoxanduniversallyacceptedformsionwilldo.”Imaginationaivityimmediatelyturocarryouttheirmaster’sordersandallofasuddencarsgedroutesandpeoplehurriedtotheirchurches,temples,synagoguesandmosques.Dimitricppedhishandssaying,“Thatismyidealworld.Iagisocietywouldbeewithion.” Helookedupandsawthewhitecloudhangingthereabovehimandthought.“Thatcloudlooksfamiliar.ItresemblesonefromtheKingdomofDreams.Perhapsithadtravelledthousandsofmilespassingthroughhillsandmountains,seasandosjusttofindme.Look!Itspurewhitecolorhasbeendirtiedinsomepces.Perhapsitfloatedaboveforestswhichwasonfireandhadbeenscorched.Perhapsitpassedthremetropoliswheretheairwasextremelypollutedandthereforewastaihem.IfthiscloudhadefromtheKingdomofDreamsinseare,whatcoulditwant?Dimitriturheswithisbrainandloandbehold,thattarnishedcloudbecamewhiteassnowagain.Thegrey,foggyandsmokyskyturnedblueagainandtheairbecameclearandevenhadafloralfragrance.Dimitrithensawthepeoplestreamingoutoftheirpcesofworship.Hesppedhisforeheadandsaid,“Oh!It’snotSundaytoday,sotherearenoservithosechurchesandtemples.Theywilgaiogoabouttheirbusinessandmaketheirliving.Thatisthepriustpayfortheirexisteatleastintheirheartofhearts,theyhaveanaltarfortheirgodwheretheyfesstheirsins,askfivenessandmaketheirsoulspureagain.AlthoughIamnotafrequentchurchgoer,butihofmyheartthereisaerreservedfionwhereIoftengotogairengthandpower.”AsDimitriwalkedalohatthepeoplehepassedwereallsmiling,happyandverypolite.“Ah!Thatisreallyanewworld!”ThenhewonderedwhyhehadtowaittillhewasfastasleeptogotohisKingdomofDreams?“Iamfullyawakenowandwalkingihrivingandbustlingstreetsofthemundanew