At night, the classroom in the elementary school was brightly lit. I walked into the classroom of my pre-school hours, and there were many small students sitting in it. While I was looking around the surrounding environment, another person as old as me came in and asked me if I came to attend the class. I have no such expectation, I just want to sit in the classroom. “Can I stay for class?” I asked. He replied, “Yes! You can do it at any time.” After a while, the teacher came in and was our high school teacher. He looked at us and left. It seems to know that we are here to attend the class. I found a place to sit down and watched the little students around me gradually becoming blurred. Suddenly, the whole classroom shook. It’s like a person stepping on a balance and swinging left and right. After about ten swings, the entire teaching building suddenly tilted to the left by about 45 degrees. Broken glass spilled over the classroom. The students clung to the desk and screamed in a panic. After the teaching building stabilized, the first reaction of the person of my age was to drive the pupils out of the classroom. We all struggled to hold the smallest ones out of the playground. The entire campus is in chaos. I took out my phone and dialed the phone at home, but I couldn’t get through. An image of a starry sky appears on the phone screen. Suddenly, I hate nature. Why do you create a beautiful environment where humans can live in peace, but you have to destroy everything in an instant when we are unpredictable…waking up, I feel terrified. I don’t remember what happened. Later, when I thought about it slowly, I remembered that it was an earthquake dream close to reality.
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