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The voice of a postman-Xiao Ha, why can't I tell the difference between day and night, which I was familiar with early in the morning, but I lost the distinction? It's always heavy, heavy, and it belongs to the people, and the people have given me the cause I promised. All these stationery are wrapped in each other's thoughts and good wishes from the people in Sichuan, which makes them feel the same joy in a different place. People are busy during the day, just like I am busy at night. Whenever the dead of night, I can finally shed tears and sweat of people's happiness, even if no one knows it or intends to know us. My bags are finally bulging, and I am about to face brand-new sunshine, brand-new cool breeze and brand-new night. Communication is getting stronger and stronger, and I'm beginning to get confused. It's certain that people will not need me one day. However, how can I be content? From the first day, when I successfully sent my first letter, I could never leave the people, the true feelings and love I felt from the people, and I could never forget that I was happy or sad or worried or sad with them. The rain outside came as promised, knocking on the glass on my window and making a ticking sound. It suddenly dawned on me that the night was deep and my studio was still as bright as day. Who doesn't want to sleep quietly in the silent night? What I long for is that the people who received my blessing today hope that they are remembering the happiness in the letter in their dreams. The night is about to be lit by the sun, and I have no mind to think about it and feel sad about my career. I am glad that I am different. I appreciate that the sun illuminates the moon, and the moon turns into the beauty of the sun. I feel the feelings of so many people and I taste the confidence of trusting. . . I can't tell what day and night are, because day and night are not important to me at the beginning of every day, really. Praise of postal service-Hazi's postal service is full of emotions, and he is not afraid of Fiona Fang's generosity in the north and south. In order to solve the problem of people's homesickness, let him bend the mountains and rivers.