I dream of a place, where I see many cotton farms, and where cotton fibre is flying in the sky and dancing over a lake. It is Chaoshan Area, Guangdong.

I want to fly to North Korea, to explore the Changbai Mountain Forest, to have a taste of the little wild fruits, and to take a winter dip in the crystal-clear lakes, where I can muse over what time really means to humans.

I want to fly to Venice, where a whole city is floating on the sea, whose colour is completely azure. Living with water, as a child of the sea, can be a fantastic thing. Let me have a try.

I want to fly to Wulingyuan, Zhangjiajie, Hunan Province. It’s a celebrated scenic spot, but that’s not my reason. The mountains there, out of the world, are high enough for me to commune with stars standing on the pinnacles. Now make a wish!

I want to fly to Norway, because nothing can be more beautiful than its fjords through which seas snake their ways into land. And the flowers and verdure along them.

I want to fly to San Francisco and settle down in the Bay Area. Strolling by the Golden Gate Bridge, the inshore wind caressing my face, I will savour the pleasant climate and a relaxing lifestyle in a multicultural city. Good night.

I want to teleport you over here to my hometown, Shiyan, where my dream odyssey originated.