在平安大街和幸福路的交叉路口,一棵大枫树的脚边,站着一个绿色的邮筒。这个邮筒的年纪应该不小了,身上的绿漆斑斑驳驳的,一副饱经风霜的样子。它不记得自己在这里站了多少个年头了,只知道刚来的时候,旁边的小枫树还只有碗口粗细,现在壮实得都快赶上自己圆滚滚的身材了。也许是上了年纪的缘故,邮筒越来越爱打瞌睡了,有时一觉能迷迷糊糊地睡上好几天。它睡得昏天黑地,昼夜不分,醒过来就给旁边的大枫树讲自己做的梦。在这 At the intersection of Ping An Avenue and Xingfu Road, the foot of a large maple tree stands with a green postbox. The age of this postbox should not be small, body variegated barbed, a weather-beaten look. It does not remember how many years it stood here, only to know when it first came, next to the small maple tree only the thickness of the mouth, and now are strong enough to catch up with their body round the body. Perhaps older, the mailbox is getting more and more sleepy, sometimes sleepy for days. It sleeps in darkest days, regardless of day and night, woke up to the maple next to tell their own dreams. At this