My grandfather is a glorious postman, he went around ave lane of the city, each place to the city know sth like the palm of one's hand, it is a few dead letter of those unmanned sign after receiving sth, grandfather can essence of life allows service...
我的爷爷是一名光荣的邮递员，他跑遍了城市的大街小巷，对城市的每一个地方都了如指掌，就算是那些无人签收的一些死信，爷爷都能精准送达……
"Nine years of at that time, I can be the model of the postman, that can be what letter can service, either I am boastful, it is the dead letter of nobody sign after receiving sth, I also can send... " the grandfather tells about him in the home again that " legend " the history, where is what history? Listen to me to be told about slowly...
“九几年那会儿啊，我可是邮递员的模范，那可是什么信都能送达，不是我自夸，就是没人签收的死信，我也能送到……”爷爷又在家里讲述他那“传奇”的历史，什么历史呢？听我慢慢讲述……
A few years ago, , the grandfather just sent a letter from the suburb, so tired that double leg quivers, streaming with sweat, just sat down, did not rest a little while, hear a counterjumper complains: "This is how to send, arrived the address does not have a person again, kill so that I crouched a few hours to also do not see a person before the door, this believes my don't bother to see me out. " after the grandfather hears, cry to that counterjumper immediately: "Your don't bother to see me out, I send! " " " hey, had not seen so foolish person, this kind of dead letter sends even, good, give you. " that counterjumper answers, then, that dead letter arrived in grandfather hand, grandfather demur does not say, watched eye address, a place of strategic importance eats blanket roll in, ride that shabby bike, called sound to that counterjumper " adieu " , fly also like went.
几十年前吧，一次，爷爷刚从郊区送完信回来，累得双腿发抖，汗流浃背，刚坐下，没歇一会儿，就听见一个伙计抱怨：“这是怎么送嘛，到了地址又没有人，害得我在门前蹲了几个小时也不见人，这信我不送了。”爷爷听见后，立刻对那伙计喊：“你不送，我送！”“”嗨，没见过这么傻的人，这种死信还要送，好，给你。”那伙计答道，于是乎，那封死信就到了爷爷手里，爷爷二话不说，看了眼地址，塞进背包里，骑上那破旧的脚踏车，对那伙计喊了声“再见”，就飞也似的走了。
In those days, fill summerly weather just about, not be general heat, but the grandfather did not abandon however, every time he is not had result and when returning, sneer at with respect to somebody: "Oh, this is not that one-track mind hemp, alas, did not send, look for those who be less than that addressee, come, eat buccal melon. " the grandfather pays no attention to them, drank a big water, cross again on that is shabby, do not ring besides small bell, the bicycle with noisy where, bearing the ache of the leg, riding hardly ahead, "Creak " sound disappears slowly...
那时，正是盛夏天气，不是一般的热，但爷爷却没有放弃，每当他无功而返时，就有人嘲讽道：“哟，这不是那个死脑筋麻，哎呀，别送了，找不到那收信人的，来来来，吃口瓜。”爷爷不理他们，喝了一大口水，又跨上那破旧的，除了铃铛不响，哪儿都响的脚踏车，忍着腿的疼痛，艰难地向前骑着，“嘎吱”声慢慢消失……
Eventually, in grandfather and him that effort of old bicycle falls, found the recipient of a letter.
终于，在爷爷和他那老脚踏车的努力下，找到了收信人。
That person just read a letter, double eye shed tear, original sender is his father, his father is more than send a letter to him, but because the job is busy,not be in the home all the year round because of him, these letters are not disappear forever, be given his father by go back namely, of course, besides this letter, fall in my grandfather hand, send in his son hand eventually.
那人刚读完信，双眼就流下了眼泪，原来寄信人是他父亲，他父亲不止一次给他寄信，但因为他常年因工作忙不在家，这些信不是石沉大海，就是被退回给他父亲，当然，除了这封信，落到了我爷爷手中，终于送到了他儿子手里。
The grandfather became the paradigmatic postman that everybody praises, this is the first dead letter that he sends, also be a sent the hardest letter...
爷爷成了人人称赞的模范邮递员，这正是他送的第一封死信，也是送的最艰难的一封信……
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