In a small village there was a middle-aged postman, who just tuned 20 years old and started
delivering (投递) all kinds of happy or sad stories to each home day after day for 50 kilometers. 20 years flew by, and so many changes took place, but the road from the post office to the village
always hadn't had any tree and nothing but the flying dust (尘土) could be seen.
"How long shall I go along this lonely road?"
As soon as he thought he must spend his life riding the bike on the dusty road with no flower or tree, he felt somewhat sorry.
One day when he finished delivering the letters and was ready to return, he happened to pass by a flower shop." Right, that's i!" He walked into the shop, bought a handful of wild flower seeds (种子), and from the next day on put these seeds along the roadside. Thus, after one day, two days, one month, two month... he always kept putting the wild flower seeds along the roadside.
Before long, on the lonely road, where he had come and gone for 20 years, grew up a lot of little flowers, in all seasons endlessly.
For the villages, the flowers were more enjoyable than any mail the postman delivered in all his life.
On the road without dust but full of petals (花瓣), the postman rode his bike, losing himself in the sweet smell and not feeling lonely and anxious any more.
