A composition about what I will do in twenty years.

Know what I will be like in twenty years! Thinking like this, my eyes blurred.

When I opened my eyes again, I was frightened by the wonderful sight in front of me. Cars are no longer just running on the ground, but can change their shapes freely. Large shopping malls built on the cloud can be used as wristbands for mobile phones ... Oh, my God! Where-where the hell is this? Think of the original problem, vaguely guess, here, will not be like twenty years later!

After I asked passers-by, I confirmed that it was 20 years later in 2035! I suddenly thought of a question ... where will I be in twenty years? What are you doing? All kinds of questions pop up in my mind, eager to find me twenty years later!

Twenty years after I searched everywhere for me, a woman smiled at me. She came to me, accompanied by a boy of seven or eight years old. "There you are," she said to me. I have a strange familiarity with her. She just ... I stared at her? She nodded: "Yes, I will be you in 20 years." I'm surprised. "You, what are you doing now?" Why, why not be a white-collar worker in an office, as I thought? Why don't you draw cartoons? My mind is a mess.

She took me home, and the whole home environment was a very warm feeling. The boy doesn't know what he is doing in www.99zuowen.com's kitchen, but two cups of tea are slowly rising on the table. She smiled and shouted, "Xiaoxi, come on, this is what mom used to look like." Xiaoxi came out, sat next to her and looked at me. She said faintly, "Mom, you used to be so stupid." I was shocked with her and shouted, "Boy! What are you talking about! " Then they looked at each other and laughed together. Xiaoxi, like an adult, reluctantly said, "Everyone says you are stupid" and walked into the room.

She smiled apologetically: "Xiaoxi is like this, a little dark." I didn't notice the name of Xiaoxi ... Xixi, didn't I ... "Yes, Xiaoxi's word Xixi is because I still remember him." She picked up the teacup, took a sip, and continued, "I know you have many questions for me to answer, wondering why I don't work and why I have to take care of the children." She nodded, too. Yes, I didn't give up, but those were just amateurs. I also have a job and opened a bookstore and postcard-compatible shop called Time House. "