Find poetry thick, thin month. A brush of cloud, blue water flow double sleeves. Aficionado who alone, tune into the sorrow, the dream which appeal. -- Lin Zhengyun

Every day I think, and every night I dream. Under the influence of different emotions in the outside world, the cerebral cortex receives stimulation, which is then reflected in the form of pictures in the sleep. In a dream, there is no concept of time or space, everything is chaotic; In the dream world, you can experience the happy world of laughter, but also can feel the miserable world of a nose hell. Different dream worlds produce different emotions.

Set sail of dreams

Azure rivers surrounded by magnificent mountains; An unknown object slowly descends over a huge ring. As if it did not belong to this century, its body is wrapped in a tight circle of texture, emitting a faint blue light.

History gave man the wisdom to create a Noah's ark. Carrying hope, set sail.......

Dream crossing

Inside Noah's Ark, a huge area for people to rest. Lying down and looking out the window, everything is quiet and beautiful. Boom... There was a loud noise, and sparks engulfed the sky like dragons. Into the eyes of broken walls, boulders everywhere, broken finger remains in the flame inch by inch into coke, inlaid in the hot earth, scorched black body speechless to tell the injustice of life. Cruel history repeats itself over and over again.

Secret and elegant booth, scattered distribution. A circle of lines of different lengths cut through the closed wall of no contact with each other, increase the social interaction between people, so that the sealed heart of a long time to become active. Warm light with the help of curved buildings, even emit weak light; It is mapped on the wall to make it stand out in the dark scene.

Dream guide

Time and space continue to travel, until a magnificent landscape; And with that comes the terminus of the shuttle -- the origin of life. What is life? From birth to babbling, from marriage to a new family, from illness to death? Don't know, vaguely a palm to pull their own to pursue the meaning of life.

The giant hand of God, winding around a circle of steps; Surrounded by sparkling water features. Hierarchical arrangement, from large to small, from far to near. The visual sense is self-evident.

The past of dreams

I have crossed the mountains and the sea, but also through the sea of people; I used to have everything, twinkling of an eye are like smoke. Looking back in the past, the black and white world, sigh half the world, bustling down all the rules cry; The world wasted thought curled, lonely past smoke.

Passageways run through the whole area, connecting all the areas. The crossed LED screen intersperses between the two walls, as if telling the story of the rugged road, even if it is bifurcated, but also a taste...

Hope of dreams

Times change, the cycle of life and death, the long river of history; Scoop a ladle of accumulated water, product life. As time goes by, love will fade, hate will fade, love will be silent, sorrow will be buried deep. In the long river of history, only hope can be spread.

The combination of light and architecture creates a brilliant palette of colors. To make an already dark environment bright.

Dream creation

Reshape life, wash the dust and soul of the journey, life seems to be sublimated; Strike a new habitat, and all the past is gone like dust, no more.

Gradually, the sight blurred... Gradually, the earth collapsed and the mountains collapsed... Gradually, the scene disappears... Gradually, open your eyes... Gradually, blurred... Gradually, consciousness wakes up... Gradually, I found that... Turns out... Dreaming... Gradually, cry...... Originally, just dream... So... What is reality.......