Book1:TeDream-Maker

iskyshrimpsorlivelysmallfishfroligintheshallowwaters，jumpingandscootingaround．Oheygrewup，theytoowouldbeelonelyfish，reservedandimpersonal，swimmingaboutier，notunigwitheachotherthoughlivinginagroup．Dimitrithought，inthecurrentoftime，everyoneislikeafish，includinghimself．Hewasonlyafishthatlikedtolurkiers,immobileandhushed,whilelidedbusilyaroundatthetopofthewaterseekingsurvival．Theydidnothavethetimetothinkofthesignificeoflivingorthevalueofexistence．Ifoheywentdowntothedeepandremaihere,stilndmotioheywouldthensuddenlyuandthattheywereliving．

    Immersedinthisthoughts，Dimitrisuddenlyfoundhimselfatabustlinginterse，wherecaraftercarfshedby,ionreagtheirdestinations,loathingtowasteevenonesedoftheirprecioustime．Whattheydidnotrealizewasthattheywereactuallysquanderingawaytheirlifebecausetheyweresacrifigtheirleisure．Finallyhecrossedthebusystreetandcametoaremoteerofthecity．

    "Ishouldgobaydipidatedshelter,”hethought．"Ihaven’tbeenbacktothatnarrowalleyforquiteawhile．Thereireat,Iwouldbefarawayfromthehustleandbustleofthecity，uedbysunriseandsu．Sunshineandmoonlightwillbebutsuccessivealterationsoflightoutsidemydoor．ThereIfullysavorthetasteoflife，enioysomelovelydreamsandthepleasureofbreathing.”Thenhepassedaluxuriousofficebuilding,intheerofwhiyshadowysilhouettescouldbeseenmovingaround．Someseemedtobebaogethersinginginasilentchoir．Otherswereshakingtheirbodiestotherhythmoftime,dangiion．Allwentoninabsolutesilence,likeanoccasionalturbulentwhirlpoolinabodyofwater．Soontheywouldbegone，sweptbyittopartsunknow