It was a dilapidated classroom, the walls were cracked, there was not a single intact glass on the window, there were two intersecting cracks on the blackboard, there were chalks scattered all over the lectern, white, pink, red, blue, and a piece of scribbling on the blackboard at the back of the classroom, red, blue, and pink lines were intertwined, and I didn't know what the painter was trying to express.

There were papers scattered on the ground, including books, exam papers, and homework books, and a few broken pencils mixed in.

It is a dilapidated classroom, which used to be the largest classroom in this elementary school, and can accommodate more than 100 people to attend classes here. In order to adapt to the development of the times, this small mountain village demolished the old buildings, built new ones, eliminated the old things, and established a new image, and this elementary school with a history of more than 30 years disappeared into the long river of history, only existing in people's memories and dreams.

A dream is a strange scene where you talk, you get beaten, and sometimes you even think, and you really change the direction of the dream, and what you see and hear will move randomly according to your thoughts.

Looking down at the book on the ground, he squatted down and picked it up, on which were familiar stick figures and familiar titles, full of childhood feelings pouring into memories. It was an era of freedom and no superfluous thoughts, and it was an era when you could cry when you were wronged.

As soon as I turned around, I saw that the blackboard suddenly returned to its original state, and the young female teacher gradually became real from transparent, holding the textbook in her hand, her feet were light, and she came with a refreshing fragrance, walking back and forth between the desks. I found a seat and sat down, and watched the female teacher smile at me, feeling that the whole world was so beautiful. The female teacher turned away, her black hair floating in the air, like a long skirt that moves with the wind when dancing, soft and cute.

I can't hear what the female teacher says, or I can't remember what I heard, but I saw the thin lips of the female teacher opening and closing, revealing white and neat teeth, and sometimes I could hold back the occasional tongue.

Tilting his head and seeing what his table mate is recording in a book, isn't this the best friend of childhood? Did he show up too?

It's still a familiar figure, it's still a familiar handwriting, it's always so serious, or it's good academic performance, you can get the top three in every exam, and you can always take out a certificate when you go home, and you're complacent. Envy is envy, and it is enough to see good partners studying seriously again.

He tilted his head, looked at me, narrowed his eyes, curled his mouth, and then said a word, I didn't hear the sound, but from the shape of his mouth, he probably said: What are you looking at?

I want to tell him, I'm looking at you.

As soon as the idea came to him, his table mates, who were good friends, were reduced to pieces and disappeared into thin air, leaving only a pencil case that was spinning and unfinished notes. I was stunned, what's going on? As soon as this thought came to me, I quickly looked at my favorite female teacher and saw that she was still standing on the podium and writing a few words on the blackboard with white chalk. I clearly remember these words as words in the vocabulary list in the Chinese textbook. It seems that this class is to teach everyone to learn Chinese characters, and I also want to write, but I don't have a pen or paper in my hand.

At this time, the tablemate inexplicably reappeared, and pushed a pencil and a workbook over for me to use.

I remember that it was a long time ago, that day I didn't bring a pencil, and the front and back of the workbook were all over, and when I was helpless, I sat down together to give a helping hand. When I needed help the most, it was he who stood up, it was he who gave me the greatest help, if it wasn't for him, I would have been criticized by the teacher in that class, or the female teacher I liked, I was already nervous to death before that class, for fear of losing face in front of the teacher, and being ridiculed by my classmates. I will remember him for the rest of my life, and I swore that if he needed a pencil box of paper, I would help him.

It didn't take long for him to turn away. Not only did I feel sad for a few days, but several female classmates were also unhappy for a few days, and I envied him even more.

When I think of unhappy female classmates, I recall that my table mate used to be a female classmate, petite and cute, with a prosperous face.

I have been frail and sick since I was a child, because of the cold and fever, often ask for leave, and miss a lot of classes, it was she at the same table who lent me the notes to read, which allowed me to keep up with the learning progress of other students, and did not make me feel at a loss during the exam.

And yet I did something that everyone was angry with. It was a bright morning, and during recess she dropped her eraser on the floor and I picked it up, but I didn't want to give it back to her. I said I picked it up, and it was mine. Then she said that she had fallen to the ground, that it was hers. So I said, "I picked it up, it's mine, and I won't give it to you." She also said that whoever picked up her things when they fell to the ground was hers. I went on to say, you said it was yours, do you have any proof? Do you call it and it says yes? She retorted, "If you call it, will it say yes?" I said, yes, look, eraser. Then I learned the sound of the eraser and replied yes. She covered her mouth and giggled, I was stunned, and then I got angry, and just threw the eraser on the ground and stepped on it twice with my foot. She looked at the floor, then at me again, and then fell on the table and cried. When I saw that she was crying, it meant that I had won, and I held my hands in front of my chest and tilted my head and closed my eyes, looking like a villain.

Her crying is still fresh in her memory, mainly because the female teacher's angry appearance is really terrible, and the key is that the appearance of apologizing in front of all her classmates is really unspeakable.

As soon as I thought of this, suddenly there was a cry outside the classroom, a familiar cry. I quickly stood up to go out and have a look. At this time, the sky suddenly became dark, and bright lightning appeared outside, and thunder rumbled.

The first sound that appeared in the dream turned out to be thunder?

I stood at the door of the classroom, looking at the pouring rain that was already falling outside, and a little girl in a pink dress was standing in the rain, rubbing her eyes with her right hand and crying.

It was a familiar figure, how could it be her?

As soon as my thoughts came to me, the little girl in the distance suddenly looked up at me standing in the doorway. I saw a pair of eyes that were bleeding red blood, and she slowly raised her right hand and slowly opened it, and inside was an eraser. Then, she laughed and said the eraser you wanted, the eraser you wanted.

Guilt filled my heart all at once, and I blamed myself deeply, feeling like the heinous villain of a TV series. I wanted to go out and say sorry to her.

As soon as the idea came to me, she threw the eraser over. Just as I was about to reach out to catch it, the tiny piece of rubber quickly grew in size in the air, and my eyes turned into darkness, as if I was in an endless abyss. The huge rubber flew over, crushing me under me, and then began to writhe, I could feel the pain in my chest, I screamed in pain, struggled, tried to push away the elephant skin that was pressing on me, but no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't shake the huge eraser.

I gave up the struggle as if I was suffering the punishment that would be put on me.

In a few moments, the huge eraser disappeared in front of my eyes, and the scene in front of me finally returned.

The rain was still falling, and the little girl was gone. I ran out, looking around, the rain fell on my body without the slightest cold, I felt a little warm, I looked back at the door of the classroom, and found that the female teacher and classmates were standing at the door, smiling at me in the rain. A chill hit, and I quickly turned around to look, only to see a shadow flashing by, and when it ran past me, it put an eraser in my hand, a flattened eraser. I looked back and saw that the little girl ran into the arms of the female teacher, she hugged the female teacher's waist tightly, and the female teacher gently patted the little girl's back and comforted her.

I lowered my head and looked at the eraser in my hand, feeling deep regret and regret in my heart, but time flew by, and everything had become a dream.

Dream? Yes, it's a dream! Dreams can be changed!

I'm going to buy her a new eraser and give it to her!

Swish!

The dream came to a street, a country dirt road, and when the wind blew, it would raise the earth in the sky. Walk into a kiosk and come to a glass cabinet filled with all kinds of snacks, as well as all kinds of school stationery and tools. I asked my boss for a white eraser, which was this eraser.

I happily ran out and wanted to rush back to school and give her this brand new eraser.

When I ran to the school gate, I saw that the big iron gate of the school had been locked with rusty locks, and the iron door was also covered with rust.

Immediately I panicked, could it be that a long time has passed?

I shook the big iron door and cried no, no, no.

With a clang, the chains that locked the big iron door broke and fell to the ground. I quickly pushed open the door and walked into the campus, looking for the classroom.

The classroom was located on the east side of the campus, just across the wall from the toilets that were immediately off the outer wall of the campus, and was easy to find.

Half of the classroom had collapsed, and the side of the podium had been buried with broken bricks. The grass was growing on the floor in the classroom, and a few sheets of paper that could be seen to be paper were wrinkled and yellowed, and they shattered when you stepped on them. A drooping window fan creaked and swayed, and the half of the glass above it crumbled.

Looks like I'm late.

As soon as I thought about it, it was dark outside. The crickets also began to scream, and when they walked out of the classroom and looked up, the sky in the countryside was still clear, and they could still see the starry sky that had not been seen for a long time. The brilliant astrolabe of the Milky Way galaxy hangs in the sky, surrounded by tens of thousands of stars, which is beautiful.

That's a lot of stars!

Looking up at the stars is one of my favorite things to do at night as a child, especially in the summer.

As soon as I thought of this, I came to a rooftop, barefoot, stepping on the roof that was still a little hot, holding a mat in the crook of my left arm. Looks like I'm going to sleep on the roof tonight.

Without a pillow, I can still sleep soundly, mainly because I slept late. After counting the stars over and over again, I started looking for constellations that I could see, and then I imagined myself sitting in a spaceship and flying towards a certain star, a very bright star.

As soon as the idea came out, I felt like I was floating. Floating in mid-air, wearing a spacesuit, walking in the endless cosmic starry sky.

I was very scared of this feeling of weightlessness, it was a feeling of being helpless, drifting everywhere, lonely and dark. After staying for a long time, I started to get scared, can I go back? Will I still be able to see my parents, my friends? Will I still be able to go back to school to meet my teachers? Can't do it all?

I was shocked, looking at the endless darkness, I began to be afraid, it was a little difficult to breathe, a feeling of powerlessness crept into my heart, a helpless and desperate thought flashed in my mind, and the starry sky of the universe turned into countless fragments, as if breaking out of a cocoon, and I quickly swam there.

Ah, what a bright world!

The moment I poked my head out, I saw a washbasin with a face reflected on the water in the basin, and that was my face.

I saw my own face in a dream, as if I was seeing another self, that innocent face.

Then the face began to slowly change to my father's, a face full of anger, and I sat down on the floor at once, and the basin was knocked to the ground. The basin flicked on the ground a few times, making a banging sound, and I was scared, and if my father came by at this time, he would definitely hit me.

Sure enough, my father walked in, grabbed me from the ground, and slapped my ass vigorously, not knowing if it was beating me or dirt. As soon as my butt hurt, I started crying, feeling that I had been greatly wronged, and I couldn't stop crying.

My father carried me as if he were carrying a basket of vegetables, came to the yard, threw me on the ground, and let me play by myself.

I took a plastic shovel and dug in the ground, dug a hole, filled it in, and then dug another one next to it, and so on.

At this time, the pit in the ground suddenly became very large, as if I was shrinking, and then I fell into the pit. I slowly got up and saw the huge plastic shovel standing upright on the edge of the pit, and I was sure that I was getting smaller. Just as I was about to climb up, a large hand grabbed the huge plastic shovel and shoveled it out of the pit and poured it into the pit. As soon as I had climbed two steps, I saw a piece of earth fall from the sky, and I shouted no, but no one could hear me, and then I was buried in the earth.

I was so overwhelmed by the all-encompassing oppression that it was so hard to even move my body that I couldn't bend my arms so hard. I knew I wasn't running out of oxygen, and if I couldn't get out of here, I'd be suffocated to death.

I've struggled for a long time to no avail, I'm already asleep from exhaustion, and I don't have any idea if I can get out, it's all a dream anyway.

Dream? It's a dream! Then I wouldn't really die!

When I opened my eyes and saw the dark brown earth, I imagined myself as a strong man who could tear away the earth with both hands. I used my ten fingers to dig into the dirt, grabbed hard, and tore at both sides. Sure enough, I had the strength to escape from here. I was digging and planing, digging holes in the bottom like a gopher, and drilling around like an earthworm, unable to distinguish between east and west, north and south, up and down, left and right, and without any sense of gravity, so I didn't know where to drill to get back to the ground.

Then, with my ingenuity, I went back to earth. I dug out a space, then grabbed a handful of dirt, let it fall freely, at least it had weight, and headed in the opposite direction where it fell. After digging for a long time, I finally saw the light of day again, but I came to a place that felt strange.

It was a field covered with wheat.

I patted the dirt off my body, and when I looked at the knee-high wheat, I knew I had regained my original size.

I'm glad I was able to escape and see this beautiful world again.

Finish.