Book3:WereMyDreamIs
书迷正在阅读：陌上桑（禁忌父女 1V1） , 夜里的曙光 , 蓝胡子游戏 , 封尘武帝 , 《选择面前，依然是你》 , 讨厌人上人 , 守护是背对枪口爱你 , 馋你的身体 , 他们与他们的魔女 , 丢失凭据（1v1h） , 温室花 , 不举少爷今天被救好了吗
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