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In a small village lived a middle-aged postman. Since he was twenty, he had embarked on a daily fifty-kilometer round trip, delivering the tales of joy and sorrow to the villagers' homes day after day. Twenty years passed in a flash. While people and things changed, the road from the post office to the village remained unchanged—barren and devoid of a single leaf, with nothing to be seen but swirling dust.
"How much longer must I walk such a desolate road?"
Whenever he thought about spending the rest of his life pedaling his bicycle along this dusty, lifeless path, a sense of regret would fill his heart.
One day, as he was preparing to head back after delivering the mail, heavy-hearted, he happened to pass by a flower shop. "That's it!" he thought. He stepped into the shop, bought a handful of wildflower seeds, and from the very next day, he began scattering them along the road during his travels.
Day after day, month after month, he continued to spread the seeds.
Before long, the desolate road he had traversed for twenty years began to bloom with colorful red and yellow wildflowers. They bloomed in summer, bloomed in autumn, and blossomed through all four seasons without pause.
To the villagers, the seeds and the fragrance of the flowers brought more joy than any letter the postman had ever delivered in his lifetime.
Now, cycling along a road filled with petals instead of dust and whistling a tune, the postman was no longer a lonely or sorrowful man.
在一个小村庄里，住着一位中年邮差。从二十岁起，他便开始了每天往返五十公里的旅程，日复一日地将世间百态的忧欢悲喜送到村民家中。二十年转瞬即逝，人事沧桑，唯独从邮局通往村庄的那条路，从始至终都毫无绿意，目之所及，只有漫天飞扬的尘土。
“这样荒凉的路，究竟还要走多久呢？”
每当想到余生都要骑着脚踏车，在这条寸草不生、尘土飞扬的路上度过时，他的心中总会掠过一丝遗憾。
有一天，在送完信准备心事重重地返程时，他恰好经过了一家花店。“对了，就是这个！”他走进花店，买下了一把野花的种子。从第二天起，他便开始随身带着种子，在往返的路上随手播撒。
就这样，一天，两天，一个月，两个月……他始终坚持着播撒这些野花种子。
没过多久，那条行走了二十年的荒凉之路，竟绽放出无数红黄交织的小花；夏有夏景，秋有秋色，四季常青，永不凋谢。
对村庄里的居民来说，这些种子与花香，比邮差一辈子所送达的任何信件都更能带来快乐。
如今，在那条铺满花瓣而非尘土的路上，骑着脚踏车、吹着口哨的邮差，不再是那个孤独且愁苦的身影了。