Prompt: An ancient city not known for its rivers, a legendary city of romance, a place to visit once in a lifetime
One of them.
Approaching Lijiang, the clean green SLATE is warm and thick, and the shops are lined up in a row, small but exquisite, and mixed with the primitive
Modern atmosphere, the hustle and bustle precipitate the inner peace, a variety of specialty snacks, jewelry and clothing, retain the feet of many visitors
Step, or arouse who long memories or feelings.
Walk side by side with you in the confusion of the night, leave early to the boat and car hard work, silently pouring out of my poetry.
The night wind gently, across my ears your long hair, like a very soft water grass, the heart of the warm blooming spark. this
At the foot of the stone road is honed to shine, must have witnessed, even load the men and women countless waiting, embrace
Kiss, reject or fall... Tonight, it's our turn. Life in the name of love alive, love with the flowing river
Shuttle, perhaps only the roadside swaying catkins, quietly awake, cold eyes to see the world's joys and sorrows, away and scattered.
Prompt: Above the winding lotus pond, what we look at are fields of leaves.
Leaves come out high
The layers of leaves were dotted with white flowers, some curled in bloom, others shyly in bud;
The breeze brought a faint fragrance, like a faint song from a distant tower.
A thin green mist floated in the lotus pond.
The leaves and flowers seemed to have been washed in milk; Like a dream wrapped in gauze.
Although it was a full moon, there was a thin layer of clouds in the sky
The moon is streaming down through the trees, casting jagged and checkered shadows on the bushy bushes above, grotesque and ghostly; And the beautiful thin shapes of the willows,
The moon in the pond is not uniform; But there was a harmonious rhythm between light and shadow, like a famous tune played on a violin.
Around the lotus pond, far and near, high and low, were trees, most of them willows.
These trees encircle a lotus pond; Only at the side of the path there were a few gaps, as if reserved for moonlight.
The color of the tree is cloudy, at first glance like a cloud of smoke;
Looming over the treetops were distant mountains
Prompt: Approaching Lijiang, the clean green SLATE is warm and thick, and the shops are lined up in a row, small but exquisite, and mixed with the primitive
Modern atmosphere, the hustle and bustle precipitate the inner peace, a variety of specialty snacks, jewelry and clothing, retain the feet of many visitors
Step, or arouse who long memories or feelings
Prompt: I say you are the April day of the world;
The sound of laughter lights up the wind on all sides;
Lightness dances and changes in the brilliance of spring.
You are the mist in the April morning,
At dusk the wind is soft, the stars are
It flashed unintentionally, and the drizzle sprinkled in front of the flowers.
That light, that Pingting, you are,
The crown of fresh flowers and flowers you wear,
You are naive, majestic,
You are the full moon every night.
The light yellow after the snow melts, you look like;
Fresh green with first buds, you are;
Soft and joyful, the water is floating with the white lotus in your dream and expectation.
You are the flowers blooming from tree to tree,
It is the swallow whispering between the beams,
——You are love and warmth,
is hope,
You are the April day of the world!
Prompt: I say you are the April day of the world;
The sound of laughter lights up the wind on all sides;
Lightness dances and changes in the brilliance of spring.
Prompt: You are the mist in the April morning,
At dusk the wind is soft, the stars are
It flashed unintentionally, and the drizzle sprinkled in front of the flowers.
Prompt: Hey, hey, the danger is high! The difficulty of the road to Shu is more difficult than going to the blue sky! Cancong and yufu, how at a loss was the founding of the country! You are 48,000 years old, and you will not live with Qin Saitong. Xidang Taibai has a bird path, which can cross the Emei peak. Dibengshan destroyed the strong men to death, and then the ladders and stone stacks were connected with each other. On the top is the high mark of the six dragons returning to the sun, and on the bottom there is the rushing and turning back to Sichuan. the yellow crane can't fly too fast, and the ape wants to overcome his sorrow and climb for help.
Prompt: Softly I am leaving,
Just as softly as I came;
I softly wave goodbye
To the clouds in the western sky.
The golden willows by the riverside
Are young brides in the setting sun;
Their glittering reflections on the shimmering river
Keep undulating in my heart.
The green tape grass rooted in the soft mud
Sways leisurely in the water;
I am willing to be such a waterweed
In the gentle flow of the River Cam.
That pool in the shade of elm trees
Holds not clear spring water, but a rainbow
Crumpled in the midst of duckweeds,
Where rainbow-like dreams settle.
To seek a dream? Go punting with a long pole,
Upstream to where green grass is greener,
With the punt laden with starlight,
And sing out loud in its radiance.
Yet now I cannot sing out loud,
Peace is my farewell music;
Even crickets are now silent for me,
For Cambridge this evening is silent.
Quietly I am leaving,
Just as quietly as I came;
Gently waving my sleeve,
I am not taking away a single cloud.
Prompt: Softly I am leaving,
Just as softly as I came;
I softly wave goodbye
To the clouds in the western sky.
The golden willows by the riverside
Are young brides in the setting sun;
Their glittering reflections on the shimmering river
Keep undulating in my heart.
The green tape grass rooted in the soft mud
Sways leisurely in the water;
I am willing to be such a waterweed
In the gentle flow of the River Cam.
That pool in the shade of elm trees
Holds not clear spring water, but a rainbow
Crumpled in the midst of duckweeds,
Where rainbow-like dreams settle.
To seek a dream? Go punting with a long pole,
Upstream to where green grass is greener,
With the punt laden with starlight,
And sing out loud in its radiance.
Yet now I cannot sing out loud,
Peace is my farewell music;
Even crickets are now silent for me,
For Cambridge this evening is silent.
Quietly I am leaving,
Just as quietly as I came;
Gently waving my sleeve,
I am not taking away a single cloud.
Dream Level: is increased each time when you "Go Deeper" into the dream. Each new level is harder to achieve and
takes more iterations than the one before.
Rare Deep Dream: is any dream which went deeper than level 6.
Deep Dream
You cannot go deeper into someone else's dream. You must create your own.
Deep Dream
Currently going deeper is available only for Deep Dreams.
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