My name is Wusu, and I am an astronaut.
I was seven years old when the earth was destroyed.
I witnessed the entire destruction of the earth and could see it clearly in the space station.
The space station trembled slightly that day, and then the alarm continued.
My mother took me out of the small capsule room, and stood at the space station, my mother hugged me tightly.
“Is something wrong with the space capsule?” I asked at the time.
“It’s okay, mom is here.” Mom hugged me tightly.
A series of broadcasts later told us that the capsule was fine and that we looked at the earth. ..
In front of the huge glass, everyone looked at the earth.
My mother picked me up with difficulty, and she saw everything in front of her.
On the blue earth, little yellow and red beans began to emerge.
I remember that I pointed to the earth foolishly and said, “The earth has grown beans.”
But my mother covered my mouth and started crying, and everyone else on the space station was crying.
There are more and more small yellow dots on the earth, bursting densely.
Various languages seem to be telling a thing in my ears, and occasionally I can hear some recognizable Chinese.
“Declare war.”
“The country is gone.”
“The earth is gone.”
“Are those nuclear bombs?”
“Are the people on Earth dead?”
“Did you die?”
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