鲜花满径（3）

Before long on the lonely road he had come and gone for 20 years bloomed a lot of little flowers, in full bloom in all seasons endlessly.
For the villagers, the seeds and the scent were more pleasing than any mail the postman delivered in all his life.
On the road without dust but full of petals, the postman whistled and pedaled his bike, feeling lonely and anxious no more.