第二十一章 (第3/3页)

avegone，itseemsthatIdon‘thaveanyconsciousness.

    Thereseemstobeabeamoflightbehindme.Iturnaroundsubconsciouslyandlook.It‘satreebehindme.Therearesomebluelightstripesonthetree.Thosestripesflash.

    Iwalkedslowly，andthelightonthetreewasmoreandmorebright.Isawapeachononeofthebranches.Ireachedforit.WhenItouchedthepeach，Isawmyself.ThatwaswhenIwenttoschool.

    Ridinga28‘sbike，andmybrothermaozitogetherafterschool，fastpedalingonthebike，therearesomepotholesintheroad，thebikepassesbyverybumpy，whatdoyouandmybrothersaytogether，happysmile，withthepotholesonthebackofthebag，bumpingontheback.

    IlooklikeI‘m14or15yearsold.Ishouldbeinjuniorhighschool.I‘mshockedandIthinkofit!ThisisadreamIhadinthethirddayofmyjunioryear.It‘salwaysdarkinmydream.Iwenttoschoolwithmaoziafterschoolandsenthimhomefirst.

    Hisfamilylivedinasingleyardinthepassengerstation.Later，Icameoutandrodetomyhome.Itwasdarkasifitrainedagain.Thereweremanypuddlesontheground.Irodeandrodeallthetime，butIcouldn‘tgetbackhome.Later，whenIwastired，Iwantedtofindmaozi，soIsuddenlyrodetothepassengertransportstation.IletgoofmyhandandrealizedthatIwasawake.

    Ilookedaroundatthespace.Thegrayplaceseemedtobefloatingwithgrayfog.Icouldn‘tseethegroundundermyfeet，soIdidn‘tknowwhetherIwasstandingonthegroundorfloating.

    Infrontofmeisthepeachtree.Myhandhasjusttouchedapeach.Thatpeachisadreamofmychildhood.It‘saverystrangedream.Idon‘trememberitforalongtime，butwhenIjusttoucheditwithmyhand，Iwentintothatdreamagain.

    Atthattime，themoodandfeelinginthedreamcameback!

    WhereisthisWhatisthistreeWhydoyoucomehereHowcanyouhaveapeachtreewithyourdream!

    WhenIlookedup，thebluelightonthetreewasmoreandmorebright，andtherewerealotofpeachesonthebranch，butIcouldtouchanypeacheswithouttheinfluenceofheightandbranchposition.

    Ibelievethismustbeamiraclebelongingtome.Noonecanfindallthedreamshehasmadeinhislife.Idon‘tknowthemeaningofthisthing，becauseIdon‘tknowwhereitis，butIcanfindallthedreamshehasmade.Thisfeelingisreallyamazing!

    Ifeelthetrunkofthetree.Thetreeisverycold.Itfeelsreal.Thecoolfeelingispassedtothearmthroughthefingers.Thebarkisverysmooth，alittlelikemetal，withirregulardarkcolor.

    Isawwhatwaswrongwiththepositionoftherootofthetree.Ilookedcarefullyandfoundthat