Once upon a time, humans thought that they were the masters of the earth, and that the monsoons, rivers, and oceans would be driven by them.
One day, the sun begins to go out and winter comes.
Only then did human beings discover that they were just a group of inconspicuous mayflies in this vast universe, living and dying, spinning around and dying.
Among this group of mayflies, there is a coward who never expected eternity and never thought of leaving his own traces in the epic of mankind.
He thought that perhaps future generations would open his letters and expect to receive lessons from the souls of pioneers, but they would only be disappointed because each letter read:
The end is far away and the universe is vast. I miss you very much.
This is my first time writing in this genre. If you find any problems while reading, please criticize and correct me.
My friends criticized me for writing too bitterly and with deep hatred, so I added some jokes in it, hoping to achieve the desired effect...
Lightning protection:
It can be considered a piece of pure science fiction, not an interstellar article! Not an interstellar novel!
There is almost no plot in the whole text. It is basically a straightforward narrative, and there are no hooks and pulls that Internet articles should have. It is a work with no ups and downs. Friends who can accept it can read it.
Purpose: Praise small but great human beings