Starlight spilled into my eyes and gurgled in my body, telling me a secret: far away, on the other side of the universe, it is the reflection of this side. Have the same city, the same street, the same house on the street corner, and the same children in the house.
Is that child another me? When I took my exercise book out of my schoolbag, was he putting it back in it? Was he going downstairs when I went upstairs panting? When I look at the starry sky on the windowsill, will he also look at the starry sky on the windowsill and think of me? Where will our eyes meet?
On this side of the universe, it snows in winter; So, on the other side of the universe, does it snow in summer? On this side of the universe, the sun rises in the east; So, on the other side of the universe, does the sun rise in the west?
On this side of the universe, stones are lifeless; On the other side of the universe, will it bloom like a flower or walk like a human?
In the morning, when I picked up my schoolbag and walked to the left, it suddenly occurred to me that on the other side of the universe, would there be another me walking to the right?
The bell rang, and our first class was Chinese. On the other side of the universe, is the first class a math class? What will their math class be like?
On the other side of the universe, the addition is like this: everything on the earth plus a heavy snow equals a vast expanse of white. At that time, countless children would rush out of their homes to have snowball fights, make snowmen and ski ..... In this way, everything on the earth, together with a heavy snow, would be a festival for countless children.
The multiplication is as follows: "early spring in February" multiplied by "peach blossoms outside the bamboo", and then multiplied by "spring rain is as expensive as oil" equals "spring breeze is green in Jiang Nanan", equals "Jasper dressed as a tree, and flowers hang green silk tapestries", and finally equals "children come home early from school and are busy putting paper on the east wind".
Just as my thoughts were shuttling through the vast universe, suddenly, my ear rang: I heard the voice of the Chinese teacher: "What are you thinking?"
I'm a little embarrassed. But at that moment, I decided to tell you what I know: on the other side of the universe, if you want to write an essay about the wind, you have to close your eyes, imagine what the wind looks like, slowly turn yourself into the wind and fly in the air. The higher you fly, the higher your score will be. ......
After class, everyone gathered around me and wondered what else was interesting on the other side of the universe. Yes, we all want to know more about the other side of the universe. At night, I will lie on the windowsill, look at the vast starry sky, cross the vast universe, fly to that far, far place, and then visit me on the other side of the universe.