My Little Trip to the Future (Collector's Edition)

Author: Ye Yonglie
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Publish Date: 2006-08-01
Features: But then, I encountered another unlucky incident: It was pitch black outside, and the moon had vanished somewhere. I searched around blindly, got completely disoriented, and couldn’t remember the way back to the guesthouse—I was lost! The surroundings were utterly silent, so quiet that I could hear a sewing needle falling to the ground. No one was visible by the riverbank; only the rustling sound of wind in the leaves echoed in my ears. I wandered and hesitated by the river, walking with my head down. Suddenly, in the dim night, I spotted a row of snow-white railings ahead, with a long white bench faintly visible behind them. I was overjoyed and leaped over the railings like clearing hurdles on a sports field, plopping down on the bench. At that moment, an indescribable sense of comfort washed over me. To make it even more comfortable, I lay down, using my backpack as a pillow under my head. I had only planned to rest for a little while, but somehow, my eyelids felt as heavy as lead, and I couldn’t lift them. Before long, I fell fast asleep and even dreamed!
In the dream, I was still on the grassy bank of the river, searching for my beloved camera. I searched and searched, and in the dark, thicket-like bushes, I suddenly spotted two green, glowing lights—the eyes of a tiger! Instantly, I trembled with fear. The tiger bared its teeth and claws, letting out a roar: "Woooo—" "Help! Help!" I shouted, jolting upright. Golden sunlight hit my eyelids. It was already morning; the eastern sky was painted with hues of dawn, and the sun was rising slowly. Rubbing my sleepy eyes, I realized it had all been a dream. I glanced around and exclaimed, "Wait, why are the trees in front of me rushing backward so quickly? Am I dizzy?" I stood up. Good heavens! I realized I was on a huge ship. At that moment, the ship let out another mighty "Woooo—" roar, which made me understand: the tiger’s roar in my dream was actually the ship’s whistle! Upon closer observation, I grasped another truth: the white railings I had leaped over in the dark were actually the handrails on the ship’s side. And the bench where I had fallen asleep was placed right on the ship’s corridor. How was this possible?