想起来,似乎已是很久很久以前,在那个七月的夜晚,我和乔子并排躺在矮矮的屋顶上,嘴里叼着长长的野草,望着偌大的璀璨星空。她说:“你知道吗,我从未对别人说起过我的理想——我从小就渴望成为一名很棒的宇航员,遨游太空呢。”她说完顿了顿,便开始幸福地自顾自笑了。我侧过头去望正在憨笑的她,发现她清澈的眸子和黑夜中的繁星一样明亮。 It seems to have been a long, long time ago that on the night of July, I and Qiao lie side by side on a short roof, with long grasses in their mouths, looking at the vast, bright starry sky. She said: “You know, I never talked to others about my ideals - I was eager to become a great astronaut since I was a kid and I traveled through space.” She said, and she started and she started. Happy to take care of yourself and laugh. I looked over to see her laughing, and found that her clear throat was as bright as the stars in the night.