日复一日，他不断地撒下种子，毫不间断。

原文英文

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.