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"Ultraman, Ultraman, let's talk!"
"say what?"
"Speaking of you, and your father."
"Do you like to listen?"
"like!"
So, Jacques turned his head over again, next to me, and listened to my story.
"The lady with the red purse today must hate me to death¡ªshe will find herself penniless as soon as she enters the mall."
"Hey, Altman, in our current situation, conscience has no effect, so we can only put it away and put it away. Don't think about her, those people whose wallets were stolen by us will soon go their separate ways. The world is so big, you will never meet him again in your life, why worry about him and make yourself uncomfortable?"
"Did you know? She must be a model! The first time I saw her, she was slender and long, which reminded me of my grandpa's school - Yellow Dragonfly in Wind Valley."
"She looks like a dragonfly? How funny! Let's tell a story, let's start!"
"You also have to say"
"What kind of story can a person like me have? I eat additives, I drink acesulfame, and I smell sour from Coca-Cola I'm so tired of myself. Wait until the day you see me using Mars Wen, you feel that even the earth is meaningless!"
"You think, this is caused by your Fengyun father?"
"I can't tell, maybe it has something to do with it. Stop talking, you have to tell me a story, otherwise how would I sleep?"
"Hey! So how did you sleep before?"
"Let's count white sheep with Ah Huang. If you tell stories, I won't count white sheep anymore."
"say what?"
"Yellow Dragonfly."
Finally, a yellow dragonfly flew in the sky.
It rested on a small rock, was caught by Dad, and gave it to me.
I dare not answer.
Its wings are transparent and shimmer like silk.
Its pair of big eyes grow on the head, like the two big buns of girls in costume dramas, and like the bulbs bulging out of cars, yellow-green, with a dim light.
I wasn't sure if it was looking at Dad or at me.
Perhaps, it is warning with its eyes.
It is not easy to catch this dragonfly. Dad said that its eyes are compound eyes composed of more than 30,000 single eyes. Each single eye is receiving information from various aspects, and then transmits information to its brain at the same time. It has a wide range of vision, and can see things in the front, back, left, and right. Although it is a mosaic-like effect, it responds very quickly to the impulse it receives.
Dad tied it to a small bamboo stick with a thread. I waved the bamboo sticks and tried to help it fly in the sky. Its partners saw it, flew over, surrounded it, and played acrobatics in the sky that people could not imitate.
We attracted more and more yellow dragonflies, and they appeared in groups in the sky above the big playground. Too much! They flew from the pine forests, from the villages full of bamboo, and from the distant canyons, like yellow clouds, gathering in the sky above my head. Everyone shouted and ran to tell each other. All the little ones came, and we cheered and jumped up and down under the clouds.
However, the big boy of the geography teacher is disturbing. He watched silently. This is how he often rolls the ball to the girls' feet without making a sound, making them wrestle.
he's gone. But he came back soon, carrying a tall broom with a forked head.
People ran away one after another.
He ran to the middle of the big playground, held up the big broom, waved it into the sky, and turned in circles. "Oh" people shouted, and the dragonflies fell to the ground like raindrops.
They are dragonfly children who haven't grown up yet. I feel sad for these dragonfly children all day long and don't want to go home.
The school bell rings every once in a while, sometimes it's unhurried Dang, Dang, Dang, Dang, sometimes it's a warning Dang Dang, Dang Dang, Dang Dang. Sometimes it is dang dang dang, as if telling people to run fast.
"It's gone." Dad said, "Let's go home." The playground has been swept clean.
The bell rang again. Dad is gone. I knew he was faking and I ignored him. He is back again.
The bells rang intensively, Dang Dang Dang
Dad laughed and sang: "Old Zhuang, run, run!" Dad ran for a while, but when he looked back, he saw that I didn't run, and sang again: "Old Zhuang, run, the devil has entered the village!"
So I ran as hard as I could
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I seem to hear Jacques talking in his sleep, calling him "Daddy".
I am dreaming again.??Aspen leaves are the sturdiest to humans, when kicked.
In the dream, I was on a tree and felt very lonely.
There is a song: I am a little bird, I can't fly high even if I want to, but when I try to fly into the sky, I feel helpless. This is me singing. Rather than being a bird and being lonely in the sky, it is better to be a deer and run on the ground. At least, you can hide in the dense woods at any time, or rest by the clean and beautiful stream.
No one knows me. Nobody knew I was back at school. I easily climbed up, rode on a thick tree trunk, and looked into the classroom.
They were having a Chinese class, and Teacher Yang was still wearing the dress with purple flowers. She is beautiful and I have always loved her. I remember that in the third grade, she came to be our class teacher, and I began to love her. I arrive at school very early every morning just because I want to see her first, she is the first teacher to arrive at school. She went to the office first, then came to the class, and saw me with a surprised expression. Because of her surprised expression, I would rather skip breakfast and fly to the classroom.
At dawn, my legs were springy at a gallop, skimming Windy Town Street like a deer.
Her smile is as warm as the dawn.
She said: "Zhou Xin, good morning!" I said nothing, smiled at her, lowered my head and pretended to be previewing my homework.
Just for a short while, she turned and left. I really want her to stay and talk to me a few more words, but I don't know why, I still have to pretend, as if I am very busy. When she left, I was very disappointed again.
I saw Teacher Yang writing clearly on the blackboard¡ªit was like this in the dream, you can do whatever you want. She is writing a poem¡ª
Classmate Zhou Xin, please go home.
Student Zhao Gui is doing well.
We all miss you,
Your composition is the first.
She turned around and said to everyone: "Come on, read it with me, read it well!"
Their voices are like rushing rivers flowing in summer. Poplar clapped, and the cicadas hiding in the tree also sang. Those chanting sounds from the classroom, like a cappella, are melodious, echoing in the campus The campus is clean and empty, and every corner is filled with the singing
Little Zhou Xin, go home,
Zhao Gui is fine.
Little Zhou Xin, go home,
Your composition is the first.
I sobbed. Just on the poplar tree, I wiped my tears, and as soon as I loosened my hand, I fell from the tree
This dream made me excited and sad. Maybe my composition really won the first place, maybe Zhao Gui didn't die. But my father said that dreams and reality are opposite, so there is no reason to be happy. Dad also said that it is not good to dream of falling from a high place or from the sky.
? Is there any disaster imminent?
I have to be careful.
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