These fantastic soap bubbles are carefully and gently blown by ourselves. They rise and then float gently, so perfect, so free, so transparent, so beautiful. Watching them go, my heart is filled with happiness, pride, and hope... I want to use the cool breeze from a fan to send each one of them up to the sky, across the sea. To the heavens, where they can softly touch the bright moon, cross the Milky Way, and follow the sunset to the west. Or perhaps they will drift leisurely over the sea, soar over mountain peaks, then descend slowly, landing beside a beauty's jade hairpin or on the soft hair of a baby in deep slumber...
These dreamlike soap bubbles, one after another, are blown, fly high, and then burst one by one. The porch is our real world; these luminous spheres that bring me joy, pride, and hope have never left our narrow porch. They disappear one by one in the rain and wind outside the porch.
Do you still remember your childhood? Do you still remember the soap bubbles you blew back then - those colorful dreams?