前几天在学校大门口见到因修路而被工人扔在沙土上的一只歪斜的邮筒,它锈斑灰土,遍体牛皮广告,褪了色的橄榄绿在那些砖石沙土中还是格外显眼,可那些进进出出、忙忙碌碌上课的莘莘学子没有几个在乎它的存在,在意它的不幸。是啊,现在有谁还写信啊,没信了就没有人在乎它了,即使有些信件也是些无关紧要的商业广告信函。但它那褪了色的 A few days ago at the school gate to see due to road construction and workers were thrown on the sand on a skewed postbox, it rusty soil, over leather advertising, faded olive green in those masonry or particularly conspicuous, But those who come in and out of the busy class of students few care about its existence, care about its misfortune. Yeah, who is writing now? Nobody cares about it if it’s unbelievable, even if some letters are trivial commercial letters. But it is faded