第十三章 (第4/5页)

forfruitunderthetree.

    Ittookmealongtimetounderstandmysister‘sdifficultiesinchoosingeggs.Theywereallthesamesizeandappearance.Icouldn‘tseeanydifference，soIhadtotouchonealongwithfate.

    ...Nothinghappened!Why

    Igrabbedithardagain，orIdidn‘tgetintothememoryofthefruit.WhyIsthisthesameasmymindandbody，whichareoftendisconnected

    LimitednumberoftimesMymindisdead.Can‘tIturnitonItookaquicklookatthestoneinmyhand.It‘snotaproblem.Idroppeditonthegroundandtriedagain，buttherewasnoresponse.

    Iwasstunnedunderthetree.Ididn‘tknowhowtodealwiththissituationforawhile.Thesurprisejustnowwasgone.

    Ilookedattheundergroundstoneandpickeditup.Wouldyouliketogototheoppositesideandtryagain

    IleaneddowntolookatthemirrorandconcentrateNomovement，nodizziness，what‘sthematterCan‘tgetthrough

    I‘vetrieddozensoftimes.I‘mgoingtoblowmyheadupornot.

    It‘salwayslikethis.It‘sabitsurprisingandthenitfallsfromthesky.Ihaven‘thadtimetofigureitout

    AfterIshouted，therewaslightningandthunderonit.Atlast，therewasatree.Itwasmyuncle‘stree

    Ican‘tseehowhighitis.Ofcourse，Idon‘tknowwhatitis.NowIfeelthatI‘minreality.Mylifeisreallysimpleandsimple.WhereIamnowisbeyondmyknowledgeandunderstandingability.

    What‘sthesituationofthetreegrowingfromaboveFortunately，Iknowthatitshouldbemyuncle‘sseed，andthatthelightningisjustonmyhead，thesurgingenergyandthehairsstillstandingonmybody，remindingmethatIjustmightbedirectlysplitbythunder

    Thereisabuzzintheear，andtheheadisalittledizzy.IguessIhavelostmyhearingtemporarily.

    Thattreejustgrewoutofnowhere.Isawthatthebranchesandleaveswerestillstretchingout.Itwashorribletowatch.

    Ijuststareatthistreegrowingsolong.Idon‘tknowhowlongit‘sgrowingslowly.Iapproachitlittlebylittle，reachoutandtouchtheleavesatthetopofthetree.There‘snobigreaction，justthefeelingofordinaryplants.

    Ileanedovermynoseandsmelledasmellofplants，butI‘mnotabotanist.Idon‘tknowwhatkindofsmellandplantspeciesitis.

    Thewholetreeisinthewhitefog.It‘snotasclearasmydreamtree.WhatIcanseeisthecrown.Istepbackadozenstepsandlookup.

    WheredoesthetreegrowItmusthaveroots.Therootsmustgrowinthesoil.IsitsaidthatthesoillayerisaboveButonlyinthecloudscanlightningbegenerated.

    Let‘ssmoothit.Thewhitefogassumesthatit‘sacloud.Thetreegrowsontheground.Justnowthecloudproducesthunderandlightning.Thenthetreegrowsoutoftheground，andIwalkheaddownintheskyThis...Idon‘tthinkIdrinktoomuch.

    HowhighistheearthandtheskyIhaven‘tseenatreegrowingintotheclouds.It‘snotaDanishfairytale.

    Myheadisdizzy.Factsaretheonlycriteriontotestthetruth.WouldyoulikemetoclimbupandhavealookIalwaysfeelthatthistreeislikeanindependentspace，andmydreamtreeistotallytwoenvironments.