In my sophomore year of college, I had a thermodynamics class. The teacher said on the podium: "The future world will be made of silver." I sat in the first row, resting my left hand on the tabletop to support my chin, and looking out the window.It was a gray day, and the air was thick with steam.On the hillside outside the window, there is a thick white-bark pine covered with withered and yellow pine needles. Between the cracked pine cones, two squirrels are playing and making love. The squirrel has a golden stripe on its back.The classroom was very dark, and the hillside was shrouded in bluish-white light.The squirrel was jumping up and down, and suddenly it was fixed again.It seemed that it was going to rain, but it never came down.There are three fluorescent lights in the classroom, one of which is always on and off.Through this bright and dark shutter, what you see is what happened in the past.

The teacher said that the world is silver.Then there was a meaningful silence.This sentence has no beginning and no end, so it is a mystery.I took my right hand from under my cheek and spread it flat on the table.This hand is so big that some people call it an Ecuadorian banana—not one, of course, but a row of Ecuadorian bananas.This mystery seems to be for me, but I really don't want to get into it.Behind me, the chalkboard was printed black on the wall as if it had been washed.The teacher came down from the podium. The teacher was fair-skinned, not tall, with a baby head and wearing a dark green silk shirt.It wasn't hot that day, but it was extremely stuffy, so the classroom looked like a basement.When the teacher walked towards me, I also felt a heat approaching on my face.It is said that rattlesnakes in the desert use their faces to see things at night-this kind of reptile can't see anything after dark, but its face can sense infrared rays. If a mouse appears on the cold sand, it can immediately see. Find.I turned my head back from the window and faced the approaching teacher.The dark green silk shirt on her body is printed with many tropical fruits, just like the watermarks on banknotes.According to her, the dress looked cool, but I felt the opposite.The silk shirt is tightly textured, like an airtight prison, and it must be very hot to be locked in; therefore, the bare arms protruding from it have a sense of longing... The teacher waited in a still silence my answer.

When the weather is cold, the teacher wears a black leather jacket and walks around the campus, revealing her white legs under the black jacket—these legs especially attract the attention of others.It was said that she wore nothing under the fur coat, which is a dirty guess.Not so far as I know: panties were worn, although nothing else was worn.The teacher said that she likes to use her bare legs to touch the cold leather jacket.She wears leather sandals all year round, only a pair of short leather boots on the coldest days, but she never wears socks.This saves her clothes, shoes, and socks.I am not at all: I am a monstrously large creature who wastes both clothes and shoes.Takes more socks - I weigh a lot and the heels of my socks tend to tear very quickly.There is a lot of homework in school, which is not interesting.Thermodynamics wasn't interesting either, but I didn't miss a class.After class, the teacher returned to the dormitory, sat on the bed, took off the boots on her feet, and looked at the red mark on her heel. At this time, she was just a small girl with fair skin and strong calves.In class, I sat in front of her, wearing crumpled clothes, my eyes were wide open, but I always looked like I had just woken up; on my huge face, there were two downward-sloping eyebrows.When my story begins, the weather is not cold yet.The course is called "Thermodynamics 201" and it starts in September.But there's also "Thermodynamics 202," which starts in February, and "Thermodynamics 203," which starts in June.It doesn't matter if it's called 20 or so, it's the same class.Meet teachers in classrooms throughout the year.

It hit me: what if it wasn't in that thermodynamics class, what if I didn't answer that question... I always show up in the front row of the classroom in a crumpled, earth-colored corduroy coat—but just to To be in a daze.If a Jurassic plesiosaur crawled to modern times, it would probably be like this.Modern is too noisy, too dry for it, and without its favorite ferns, it wilts.People will build a dinosaur hall with a constant temperature in all seasons for this rare animal, like a training hall for a basketball team, or an unused workshop, but it is of no use.It's still going to wilt.Looking at it from behind reveals a lifeless gray tail resting on the ground.There is a lot of meat on the tail. People who like to eat pig tails will feel salivating after seeing it.Seen from the front, the famous neck slaps the ground like a hibernating snake, and at the top of the neck, on the small triangular head, the eyes are closed—or rather, covered with a gray membrane.Everyone thinks that the neck of the plesiosaur should be supported, but what can you do with it, you can't lift it with a crane.Put a rope around its neck and hang it up, and it will be strangled to death.

I am the plesiosaur, lying on the concrete floor like a clove of garlic that has been patted.Through the gray film, everything in front of my eyes is like being in a fog.Suddenly, footsteps sounded in the empty house, as if someone had dumped a basket of ping pong balls on the ground.A woman in black leather walked past me, half of the gray film rising.As the fog dissipated, I also rose from the ground, staggered, and reached the ceiling-at this moment, I felt like I had become a hydrogen balloon.This puts me at a distance from her.So I lowered my head, and at this moment, I felt like I was diving in an airplane—the target was the teacher's neck.A Russian poet wrote: This is how the ancient dinosaurs chewed the violets that occasionally fell on their mouths.The poet's name is Mayakovsky.This violet is the teacher.If plesiosaurs crawled to modern times, it would need some education, maybe there would be thermodynamics in the course... anyway, I don't like to put myself on the neck of plesiosaurs, I have a fear of heights.The teacher turned around, his eyes widened in horror, and he laughed.If the plesiosaur had big eyes, it would not be ugly-but this story is no longer a teacher-student relationship, but a human-dragon relationship... The boss knows that I want to modify the story like this, and he will definitely beat me to death That counts.In fact, in college, I did look a bit like a dinosaur: I would often slap my face on the desk, with one arm dangling from the edge of the desk like the neck of a plesiosaur.But you can't do anything about me: look around and see that my eyes are open.Now that I am awake, there is no need to wake me--I have been living in the shadow of my teacher, and always have to answer the riddle: The world is silver.