50米,30米,20米,前面不远就是岸了。那里怎么如此安静啊,没有车,没有人,到处是绿草和鲜花。快看快看,还有蝴蝶。多好啊,在这个人潮汹涌的世界里,哪还能看到蝴蝶啊!它们悠闲的样子让人嫉妒。她重新调整了呼吸,并告诉自己一定要坚持住,坚持住……啊!怎么了?手脚突然被什么缠住了?她拼命地想甩掉,却怎么也无法挣脱。前方雾气蒙蒙的,眼睛也看不清了……她有些慌了,开始挣扎,大喊,却都无济于事。她极力屏住气,快要窒息了。她惊呼着坐了起来。又做梦了。她看看四周,静静的,黑洞洞的。她本能地抓过被子,护住胸,然后用臀部蹭着床。 50 meters, 30 meters, 20 meters, is not far in front of the shore. How quiet there, ah, no cars, no one is full of green grass and flowers. Quick look, butterflies. How wonderful, in this crowded world, where you can see butterflies! Their laid-back looks jealous. She readjusted her breath and told her she had to stick to it and stick with it ... Ah! What happened? Suddenly the hands and feet caught? She desperately wanted to get rid of her, but she could not break free. Foggy in front, the eyes can not see ... She was a little flustered, began to struggle, shouting, but are of no avail. She held her breath hard and suffocated. She exclaimed and sat up. Have a dream again. She looked around, quietly, dark. She instinctively grasps the quilt, protects the chest, then rubs the bed with her buttocks.