Before leaving the moon we decided to do something special. We placed a national flag on a dome of soft dust and then began to give a salute to it. I wanted to do mine differently from my friend’s, a solute as a navy soldier does but I happened to have jumped too high. I landed on the ground with my four limbs upwards, which made my friend laugh over it quite some time.

   Then we decided to have a short Olympic for which I was scared greatly because I nearly got my clothes broken. You know, if so I would have been killed without the air as it might have run out through a hole. I thanked the god from my own heart.

   We got into our rocket, waiting to be sent up from the moon. I looked at my watch and found there was still several minutes left. Suddenly I had a strange idea. Why not leave something memorable for the future? I searched through my clothes for it and at last I found a picture of my family, taken just before my leaving for the moon in front of my own house. I took out my pen and scratched on the back, “Landing onto the Moon for the Human Peace.” And then I put it carefully on the dust under the national flag. You don’t have to worry about it blown away, do you?

   Everything was smooth on the way back to the earth. By the way, I heard that China has already sent up their own lunar probe, Chang’e the first. I do hope she could find my photo there.

I wrote this for my English lover last year to memorize the success of our sending the first moon-prober.