有一个普通的邮递员,他日复一日地穿梭于这个村子。生活就像是脚下的道路一般,无风无浪,平淡无奇,任何的跌宕起伏似乎都不可能发生在他身上。他一个人孤零零地走着,尽忠职守地传递着别人的故事,悲欢离合充斥着分别的愁思、金钱、欲望……事实上,他也是有梦想的,他也拥有着自己的欢乐与悲伤,只是无人会去妄加揣测。在我的心里,这个邮递员唱出了一首旋律优美的歌曲。不论阴晴,他总是独自一人,默默地走着。当他陷入沉思时,他会仰望天空,暂时把 There is an ordinary postman, who shuttle day after day in this village. Life is like the road at the foot of the general, no wind and waves, bland, any ups and downs seem unlikely to happen to him. He walked alone and devotedly delivered the stories of other people. The joys and sorrows were filled with different emotions, money and desires ... In fact, he also had a dream. He also had his own joy and sadness, People will go to speculation. In my heart, the postman sang a melodic song. Regardless of sunny, he is always alone, silently walked. When he gets lost in meditation, he looks up to the sky for a while