Standing into a tree

Hui was punished by the math teacher and stood under the small shrub next to the playground beach. The beginning of the fifth grade of the next semester is the autumn, the sky is as beautiful as the light gray and transparent paper. Although the mathematics teacher in the classroom is quite loud, Hui is still a floating island cloud with a slow movement. Counting her, she relaxed a lot, just thinking about addition, subtraction, multiplication and division, and thinking of the mathematics teacher's big triangle. That can be used as a ruler. She would not be happy if she thought of her full-fledged classroom work. "If you can be like a tree, you don't have to think about the numerator and the denominator. Who is big and small? It is the best." This is what she saw in the fairy tale. Hui feels that such an idea is really wonderful. Yes, no one is going to see if you are familiar with the multiplication table. No one cares if you skip class. It is good to be a tree. Hui slowly felt sleepy, and the math class still fell in the middle of the game. The math teacher didn't care about her anymore. It was better to sleep. So she leaned on the stone fence and pulled her eyelids down a little bit...

Suddenly, Hui found herself sitting in the classroom again. Do not! Instead, stand on the podium in the classroom! She didn't know a student at the stage, but she couldn't help but speak the math formula. And there was a person standing beside the flower bed outside the classroom. Hui was very surprised. I didn't know when I became a teacher. I also taught my most annoying math. In the confusion, she saw the people outside the classroom turn around. That is actually - math teacher. The math teacher was punished by her. This thought is worth five boards.

Hui was so scared that she opened her eyes. It turned out to be a dream. She thought: I am afraid I have been asleep for some time. But she didn't think of it. What caught her eye was a train of mixed whistling and dark lights that drove past her and brought a cold wind. What about the school? What about teachers? There are big question marks in Hui’s head. She wanted to take a look at her back, but she couldn't move anymore. When she looked up at the sky, she found that her hair had turned into branches and leaves. It seems that Hui has realized her dream, but she is not happy at all, Huixiang can't cry, she can't laugh even more. The black rain fell, and Hui was scared. She thought that the tar had fallen on her face, dirty and sticky, like black cream. "Where is this?" Hui shouted loudly, but no one heard it, maybe people could not hear the tree. Looking at the wire mesh opposite the rust rails, and the half of the board on it, Hui forced himself to sleep, but the four characters of the "transitional world" on the board and the real whistle in the distance proved that Hui Already standing into an old tree, even though it was just a dream time.

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