Reading | Happiness that seals a letter into the postbox

Author:Banyue talk about new media Time:2022.08.05

In a bright afternoon, I cleaned up the old things and suddenly moved my thoughts by an unpapted postcard. The postcard was customized by the city library for a commemorative day. It was given me with me, which was given me when I went to a literary lecture before. And I only sent out part of it.

Looking at the beautiful postcards of the pattern, I couldn't help thinking of some friends from afar. One idea flashed: On this ordinary day, sending postcards to friends is not an interesting thing?

Then, holding the written postcard, I walked downstairs. But I wore a few streets one after another, and I didn't find a postbox. Where did those green postals that could not be familiar with in the past hid?

Later, it was easy to find a postbox at the door of a post office, which was covered with small advertisements. When I walked into the post office, I asked a young female employee. She told me that the postbox would actually open every day, but the letter was so poor that there were only one or two letters.

I raised a stack of postcards in my hand and proudly announced: "Today, I will not live up to the postbox."

The female employee smiled, saying that there are still a few people who have a strong complex like me.

At that moment, I really wanted to tell her that the postbox had listened to my heartbeat and witnessed too much good time. In the days when I put into post to the newspapers, there were so many longing, expectations, excitement, and comfort ... Mowing

Today, when I see less and less postboxes in the city, I can't help but feel a little sad. Although I have rarely wrote a letter in the past few years, the warm experience of "seeing the words" is also unlikely, but I still can't help but think of " The time of cars, horses, and emails is slow, and the time when I love only one person in my life ", and the happy scene of stuffing a letter into the postbox.

A writer sitting in a wheelchair told a moving story: That day, he was about to stuff the thick envelope into the postbox, and a beautiful girl on the side pointed at the address of the letter in his hand and asked in surprise. He: "Do you also contribute to this magazine?" They knew each other like this, and then knew each other, loved each other, entered the marriage, and had a quiet time. Recalling the past, the writer sighed so much: "Our love is a red line, and the postbox is a matchmaker."

In the autumn of 2020, in a quiet town in the north, I saw the patent leather mottled green postbox in front of the post office, which was lonely in the sunset. It looks like a forgotten orphan.

Suddenly, an old man took a bucket and rag to walk to the post box, squatting down beside him, wiping without everyone, solemn and serious. He has been a rural postman for 40 years and has already retired. I asked him: "Few mailboxes need to be so clean?"

The old man replied: "For so many years, I have feelings for it. Wipe it clean and look at it with my heart." When he said "Shu Tan", he was respectful, proud, and the time I could notice was quiet and beautiful. Essence

The old man said: There are fewer people who send the letter, and the postal is left out. This is the progress of the times, which is normal. However, some business letters need to be mailing, and many people like to send postcards and collect postmarks ... The postbox will not completely disappear at once.

The old man touched me. Just like the hometown in the memory is beyond recognition, we can't go back, and our deep nostalgia for we always linger in our hearts. Nowadays, computers and mobile phones are popular, and online communication is convenient, but handbooks still exist, and the transmission of paper letters will not easily withdraw from the stage of our lives.

The postbox is gradually decreasing, and the desire to get close to the soul is still sincere and strong.