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Hanging rock picnic
The story took place in a boarding school for girls in Australia from 65438 to 0900. At that time, British Christian culture was gradually infiltrating into Australian life, awakening girls' desire to get rid of bondage. The idea of pursuing freedom is spreading slowly, so the conservative headmaster organized a picnic under the cliff.

It was this desolate and mysterious cliff they chose that swallowed three of the girls. Since they walked into the rock formation on the cliff, they disappeared like smoke, and people never found them again. The rest of the teachers and girls who returned to school also had different degrees of amnesia, and no one could clearly recall what happened that day.

The mysterious cliff is located in the suburb 80 kilometers northwest of Melbourne. With my heart missing, I drove through the mountain road of Macedonia, surrounded by rolling Woods that quickly receded. This kind of scene is familiar in the movies of jungle adventure. It seems that the next second, you will bump into a beast that suddenly jumped out of the Woods or a person who was attacked and tried to escape, covered in blood.

This unique rock landform was formed as early as 6 million years ago when the volcano erupted. It is not difficult to climb to the top of the rock. You just need to walk and you can easily walk up. Just because of this mysterious event called "true story" by the local people, the mood of approaching the rock has become very subtle.

Even in the scenic spots, there are photos of teachers and female students on the rocks at that time. While I was reading this story, an old woman happened to pass by, holding a dog as big as her in her hand. It looked like someone who lived nearby. Sometimes you can always know some long-ago "stories" from the slow tone of those old people, so you ask her for proof. The locals seem to have no doubt about its authenticity. They believe that the people in the photos are real, including the three girls who never came back.

Climbing up the winding gravel road, the evil wind blowing around the corner, the swaying leaves and the rocks standing in front of me like Wuzhishan all excited me. I always feel that this stone monster will suddenly stretch out its tentacles when dark clouds pass overhead, trapping people in a pile of stones, and I will try my best to break free.

With this strange imagination, it took me about half an hour to climb to the top of the rock. The grotesque rocks are interlaced with each other, so it is not difficult to climb, and it can be easily climbed along the protruding edges and corners of the rocks. Finally, I chose a flat rock and sat down, just lying there looking at the distant scenery, which was an excellent choice for a picnic. There is a cliff at the foot, and there is really no place for me to spread out all my food, so I use my bag as the back of my pillow and hold apples and bread in my arms. The space is a little small, but it is difficult to find a restaurant with such a relaxed and pleasant dining environment.

Under the cliff is a vast forest, and bundles of cylindrical grass are piled up on the golden grass of the nearby pasture. Black and white cattle and sheep enjoy the afternoon comfort in the shade. There is a quiet lake between the Woods and the pasture, and the periphery of the lake is a regular oval racecourse, which can be seen to be carefully maintained. Driven by the wind, the cloud moves rapidly above the plain, and the sunlight is projected through the gap of the cloud, just like the light of a spotlight wandering playfully on a huge stage, attracting my attention to follow it.

In the empty and quiet scene, people seem to be easily hypnotized by this appearance of nature, enter a state between imagination and sleep, and then slowly lie down in meditation.

I don't know if the three girls at that time were fascinated by this nature, so they went into deep hypnosis for themselves. I entered the dream in reality and turned it into reality, so that I slept in the dream for so long that I couldn't find the way back to reality and stayed there forever. If that world is equally true and beautiful, or even better, do they voluntarily choose to live in that secret realm and watch people in the real world reflecting the lake dream during the day?