Once upon a time, there was a man named Zhuang Zhou. He was a very wise thinker in ancient China. Zhuang Zhou was particularly fond of thinking about some very profound questions, about the world, about life.
One day, Zhuang Zhou fell asleep on the grass in the afternoon. The sunlight shone on him through the gaps in the leaves. It was very quiet around, only the gentle breeze blew the grass leaves slightly.
In the dream, Zhuang Zhou found that he had turned into a butterfly. He had beautiful wings and flitted freely among the flower bushes. He could feel the wind blowing beneath his wings and could also smell the sweetness of the flowers. He played with other butterflies among the flower bushes, stopping on this flower for a while and then flying to that flower. He felt so happy that he completely forgot that he was originally Zhuang Zhou.
Suddenly, Zhuang Zhou woke up. He found that he had changed back to his original form and was lying on the grass. He was a bit confused all of a sudden and thought to himself, "Was I just Zhuang Zhou having a dream of becoming a butterfly, or was I originally a butterfly and now having a dream of becoming Zhuang Zhou?" He pondered this question and felt that it was like many things in life. Sometimes it is very difficult for us to distinguish what is real and what is illusory.
This story of Zhuang Zhou's Dream of the Butterfly makes people start to think about the truth and falsehood of life. Maybe in this world, there is not such a distinct boundary between the real and the illusory, just like our dreams and reality, which sometimes also intertwine. We should learn to find our own way of life in this seemingly ambiguous state and feel the beauty in life with our heart. Whether it is real or illusory, it can bring us different experiences.
