Chapter 25 letter

I received a call from a friend of Shanghai TV, saying that October 9th is World Postal Day, and that the "Three-color Hula Hoop" program and the Municipal Postal Administration are organizing a commemorative event, and he asked me to talk about "letter" .He also said that you writers have the most letters, so you must have a lot of experience.I immediately shrugged it off, I am not willing to go around talking like a social activist, besides, it seems a bit reluctant to associate "letter" with "writer".That friend was not reconciled and asked me to think about it and call again in the evening.I think there is nothing to think about. Talking is the same as writing an article. You have to express your feelings and "send" wonderfully. But regarding the "letter", I don't seem to have the urge or feeling to say something in my heart.But as soon as I put down the phone, a white fog suddenly appeared in front of my eyes, covering everything up. The thick fog was like heavy snow drifting in.No, it's not fog, it's snow.

I sat on the sofa blankly, and some long-standing memories were stirred by the rolling snowflakes, like a five-shared plow breaking through the sleeping land and rolling out a black oily mud wave and a dark face.That swarthy face is unforgettable, so young, so passionate, so beautiful, but she disappeared, and her disappearance is for "faith"——I will never forget that winter in the Great Northern Wilderness, under the heavy snow like cotton wool For a whole week, the mountains and fields were blocked by snow, the phone was cut off, the traffic was cut off, and the postman who delivered the letter could not come.How lonely it is to live without traffic, communication or telephone, especially in such a remote frontier.I felt as if I had been abandoned on an island waiting to see the shadow of a boat on the sea.For two nights, I couldn't sleep. I was homesick for my mother and my classmates, and I thought that there must be several letters from me in the county post office.It was only after leaving home and flying high that I realized the meaning of the poem "A letter from a family is worth a thousand pieces of gold", which is absolutely true.I even thought, as long as the snow is less, as long as the snow can walk, I will encourage a few people to go to the county to get trust.Really, everyone couldn't bear it any longer, and they were so locked up that they were flustered.Fortunately, in the early morning of the eighth day, the snow finally stopped, and the company was going to send a car to the county town to buy food and supplies.As soon as they heard that there was a car going to the county seat, everyone rushed to follow the car to the post office in the county seat to pick up the letter.The company commander said that this car had to go to the county guest house to pick up people, and there was no room in the cab. Let us wait patiently for a day or two, and the postman will definitely deliver the letter and newspapers.Wait a day or two?Really impatient, no one can wait.I said, I'll go, I can sit in the carriage, but it's a bit colder, anyway, I'm used to the cold, and we all sat in the carriage when we went to collect sand in Beidahe at night.The company commander hesitated.At this time, she sprang out from behind me, rushed to the company commander, raised her dark and lively face and begged like a war: "Company commander, I'll go, let me go, and I'll buy ingredients for the cafeteria by the way." " She glanced back at me and smiled, "You are the company clerk, very busy, let me go." I also smiled heartily.She goes and I go is the same.We are good friends, both educated youths in Shanghai, we both like to write and draw, and together we are in charge of the company’s blackboard newspaper.She followed the car to the county seat and left after breakfast.After lunch, the men's dormitory and the women's dormitory were almost empty, and everyone couldn't help gathering in the company headquarters to wait for her to get the letter back.After two o'clock, the sound of cars was heard in the distance, and all the people ran out to meet them on the avenue.The car drove very slowly, as if it was too tired to drive.I ran towards the car, my heart jumped up, a little flustered and strange.Is it because Pan Xin is looking forward too eagerly?

The car stops.There is no excited cry and no lively figure of her.The driver stepped out of the car, his face pale.My heart beat faster, as if it was going to jump out of my chest.I grabbed the driver's arm, "What about her?" The driver took out a dozen letters from his bag, and the envelopes were a little damp, because the snow foam had melted again? ...There were layers upon layers of people surrounding me, and I felt that everything was silent.The company commander walked to the front of the car, and the driver stuttered. He said that she was sitting on a pile of fertilizer. When passing the Erdao River, the road was potholed and knocked her off the car. She didn't even yell. The rear wheel rolled over her.The driver's lips trembled. He said he didn't know about the situation at all. It was the wind that carried the letter to the driver's window, and he stopped the car...

I don't believe that such a passionate and lively life was so easily crushed!I was holding a damp stack of letters, like holding a large piece of ice, my hands were frozen, and my heart was frozen.I regret it so much: why can't I wait any longer?Just wait two days for the postman to deliver the letter and nothing will happen.I forgot how the letter in my hand was distributed to everyone.I just remember another Shanghai educated youth comforting me and saying: It is everyone's wish to see the letter sooner.In such a situation, faith is also our destiny. It was at that time that I really realized why the mailbox mailboxes are green.Green is the color of life!And until now, no matter what situation I've been in, as long as there's a mailbox on a roof, I feel like I can live and have a life.In the evening, my friends from the TV station called on time.I replied to him, I have thought about it seriously, I have something to say, I want to talk about the heavy snow that winter in the Great Northern Wilderness...