A loess hill with trees, where there is a small house, which is beside a primary school. It is not my residence, but the owner of the small house (a middle-aged couple) it seems to have something to do with me. The Hut is prepared for a arrogant and willful rich girl to study conveniently. The girl is not the daughter of a middle-aged couple, but a little vague and close relationship with them, the same as mine. That girl is seven or eight, but that school is a primary school. I am wanted to go to that small house, but didn’t choose a road. In fact, both roads and paths are OK, and it doesn’t matter if the roads are flat or steep. But I didn’t choose any way. I didn’t have this mental journey at all! But standing at the top of a sand Tower inexplicably and logically! If you are ready to go down, how can you go down? That is a veritable sand tower. How could that kind of thin, damp and brown river sand pile up into such a towering spire? And it is not the Pyramid of Egypt, but the hexagonal tower beside the temple. Standing on the spire, there is a feeling of stepping on the soft cake. I looked to the right first. There was a young couple working below, as if they were building terraces. Although each ladder of that terrace was so narrow and the ladder distance was so high, but I was still lucky, because I confirmed that one of my feet could be put down on every terrace, and there was more than one of them, but in the end, I still couldn’t go down from the right. The nearest Terrace was three or four meters away from the spire. I am couldn’t step on it anyhow, I also wanted to jump, but finally gave up. The distance of three or four meters made me feel scared, it was really that the terraces of twenty or thirty centimeters could not let me confirm that I could safely fall on the terraces of over 100 kilos. Another picture flashed in my mind: I jumped down, the soft terraces like cakes split and collapsed. I had to look at the left side: the level closest to me on the left side is about one meter high, and it is also wide, about 70 or 80 centimeters wide. What about the bottom? It seems to be vertical to the ground. Normally, it cannot go down from this side, because there is no ladder below, but I almost refuse to think about this problem. I jumped down to the right level and fell to the ladder which I thought was not narrow or high, but there seemed to be something wrong with the cake and sand under my feet: as if it was going to collapse, the two girls above began to complain to me (I didn’t notice that there were still two people there), saying that I shouldn’t jump here, which made them unsafe, I promised to correct it happily and planned to climb back to the top of the tower again, but it was too late. The whole tower fell silently towards the left. I thought I must be deeply covered by the sand, tightly buried up. I seemed to lose consciousness in a flash. When I regained my consciousness, I found myself standing on the sand pile unscathed. The tower so tall and so big fell down but only a little bit, shallow piled under my feet, those two girls also disappeared, but I didn’t feel weird at all. The previous insurance calendar left no trace in my mind.

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