I offer my blood to Xuanyuan
I cried my eyes out in my dream.
I dreamed of writing an essay with the title "I sacrifice my blood for the Xuanyuan clan". I don’t know why it was this.
But I remember that I was writing about my teacher.
My teacher died while taking the bullet to protect the athletes sent by our country to compete.
He wanted the country to be strong more than anyone else, but during the Cultural Revolution, he, a dead man, was still persecuted.
Later, he was accused of corruption. It was not until a long time later that someone cleared his name and brought out and publicized all the teacher's contributions, and people began to respect him.
The more I wrote that composition, the harder I cried. I cried until I woke up, and even when I woke up, I was still filled with lingering sadness.
Can't I control part of my dreams? I just wanted to save my teacher, so I gave myself the ability to turn back time, but I can't save him.
In the dream, I cried so hard that I was out of breath. I felt that every word and sentence in my composition was an accusation and a resentment. The more I wrote, the sadder I became, until I broke down and cried.
When the teacher was being slandered, I was still speaking for his wife and children, but I was also targeted. The teacher's wife told me to stop and take care of myself.
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