English: Indeed, the impression of this dream wasn't from this year, but reserved from last year. It was also not about a spring, but Jason in a hot and boring summer. However, it's a spring morning today when I re-embraced this piece of memory, accompanying with a single song of alone journey somewhere around the world, from Paris' café to Venice's movie, etc. My heart began wandering around. I found what green brushes are growing out is a Arabic Spring. Oh, Jason, are you stupidly joking? Have you ever seen a real spring grown from a desert? No, sorry, but I have some references from others... What imageries described in sir Debussy' Première Arabesque (Wikipedia introduction: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Claude_Debussy),

and especially in my birth place Ning Xia, there is a landscape named Sha Po Tou (The head of deserts, made by my uncle, 2016) summarizing my boyhood memories about deserts and people's rough personalities for fighting against bad climate and growing green life upon golden wildness. Then, you see a wild Jason standing beside green bushes (Wikipedia introduction: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ningxia; https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Shapotou_District) Following it, my mind-travelling can obtain this impression - so warm but clear,

to embrace a Arabic Style Spring, blooming from the bottom of heart-desert.