初中时,我看过凡尔纳的《从地球到月球》。几个勇敢聪明的男人坐一枚空心炮弹,带着做伴的小狗、用稻草包裹的果树、打算到月球繁殖家禽的母鸡,出发到月球去。我当时又羡慕又失落。觉得那些小狗母鸡果树旁边还应该有一张我的座位。我对月球向往已久。班上某个富二代同学有一个天狼望远镜,我曾在夜里借他的望远镜向月亮望过多次,但每次除了一个银白的表面什么也没看到。 At junior high, I read Verne’s “From Earth to Moon.” A few brave and clever men sat on a hollow shell with a companion puppy, a straw wrapped in fruit trees, a hen intending to breed poultry on the moon and set off to the moon. I was envious and lost at the time. I think there should be a piece of my seat beside the puppies and hens. I long for the moon. A wealthy second generation classmate in the class had a Sirius telescope, and I had looked through the moon several times at night with his telescope, but I saw nothing but a silvery white surface each time.