小时候和同伴去离家一里外的学校上学,最怕遇到那个叫枝的女孩。枝长什么模样早已忘了,只有她喋喋不休地说梦,记忆犹新。“昨晚我梦见一只猫……”枝的叙述开始了,仅这只猫就足足演绎了一里路的故事。可能枝是真梦见猫了,可她做梦也太频繁了,每天夜里都做,而且每个梦几乎都是相同的情节,平淡又寡味。我们听着听着,就心烦,想躲,可她紧随身后,形影不离。后来每当上学,我们就偷偷躲开她。看她逮住低年级的伙伴继续絮叨 When I was a kid, I went to school outside my home and I went to school, most afraid of meeting the girl who called her. What long stick looks long forgotten, only her talkative dream, remember. “Last night I dreamed of a cat ... ” The description of the branch began, only the cat is enough to deduce the story of a mile. Perhaps the branch is a real dream cat, but she dreams are too frequent, every night to do, and almost every dream is the same plot, plain and oligarchic. We listen listening, upset, want to hide, but she followed behind, inseparable. Then whenever I go to school, we secretly dodge her. Watch her catch the lower grades of partners continue to talk about