“飞流直下三千尺,疑是银河落九天。”李白坐在庐山瀑布旁的小亭内,品尝着美酒吟诗。“不对,不对!”富兰克林不知从哪里冒了出来。“你说说,怎么……不……不对?”李白刚喝了酒,舌头好像打了结。“银河是由许多星球组成的,它是不可能落到这儿的。”富兰克林理正辞严。“你怎么能这样?星星是‘上帝的明灯’,正如雷电是‘上帝的怒火’一 ”Flying down three thousand feet, suspected Galaxy nine days. “ Li Bai sitting in the kiosk next to the Lushan waterfall, tasting wine poem. ”Not right, wrong! “ Franklin I do not know where to come out. ”You talk about, how ... no ...... not right? “ Li Baigang drank wine, his tongue seems to be a knot. ”The Milky Way is made up of many planets and it is impossible to fall here.“ Franklin is resigning himself. ”How can you do this? The stars are the ’bright lights of God’, just as lightning is ’anger of God’