银河,你好!两个星期没给你写信,提起笔来不知写些什么。我总不能像你在我面前我和你说话一样地写,因为想象中的你是不会说话,也不会笑的。我想起你因为我那一天说了一些粗话生气了。我向你忏悔,我是经常说粗话的,因为我周围的工人们都说,而且我也是一个工人。我们说的有时不堪入耳,但是心里只把它当些有趣的话哈哈大笑一场。我多一半是一个粗人。我和他们在一起时我也 Hello, Galaxy! I did not write to you in two weeks. I can not always write as I told you before you, because you can not speak or laugh in your imagination. I am reminded of your anguish because I said some foul language on that day. I repent to you, I often say foul language, because the workers around me say, and I am also a worker. Sometimes we talk badly, but we laugh at it with some interesting words. I am more than half a rough person. Me and I am with me too