The fastest bird in the world is the warship carving, which can reach 4 18 km per hour. Spread your wings quite wide. If you fly in the sky, no bird can catch up with you.

Come on, come on, that bird wants to go anywhere!

Jae-joon can't be a warship carving. This is beyond the dreams of the slow-flying sea and the knife bird. So, driving a sports car, running at high speed on the already lengthened road.

The sky seen from the window is vast. From the speed point of view, constant acceleration is like flying in the sky, just like a bird that can't spread its wings and fly.

Therefore, when the car is rear-ended, Jae-jun grasps the steering wheel through hazy vision, because he must have an illusory dream. He didn't wake up when the car turned to the left. Then the moment of collision should be due to the easterly direction, and the car body leans towards the window because of the impact. Just then, he saw the woman sitting in the car next to him, like (? Like the characters in the painting, open your mouth as much as possible, as if you were making a solemn and stirring cry.

Screaming in a very close place, June's consciousness fell into deep darkness before realizing that this scream was because of herself.

The light passing through the eyelids is like a tadpole swimming, which is divided into two ways. Just when we were divided into four islands, your eyes were still open, and sleep attached like a vampire. He was blown to the endless end by the wind. June's body was heavy and soft, and he began to hear someone whistling softly. The wind blowing from there is stained with the smell of grass and soaked with flowers.

I don't know who it is.

Now June is thinking in a hazy consciousness.

It seems to be windy.

Listening to the beautiful tone, Jun nodded, not following the whistle, but following the car running on the country road.

Open your eyes.

Thinking that I had to do it reluctantly, June struggled to lift his eyelids and finally opened his eyes. He saw the seats lined up, no guests, only the driver holding the steering wheel.

He is a middle-aged man with braids tied to his waist, a big gray coat embroidered with unfamiliar words on his chest, and his arms holding the steering wheel swing like waves.

"awake?"

The driver saw Jae-joon through the mirror, and Jae-joon curled up unconsciously. His pupils are as transparent as beads that receive sunlight. Obviously, I'm looking at Jae-joon as if I didn't see anything. Maybe it is a pair of wonderful eyes that can see through everything.

"The sky is so clear! Well, the air is clean, too On such a day, everything seems to be happy ... "

The driver seems to be talking to himself, like a young man with a dream. When Jun's eyes rolled out of the window, the land under the cold blue sky in his eyes showed green light, just as unreal as the scene in the mirror.

"Where did this car go ...?"

Jae Jun asked.

For a car that runs endlessly on the road without seeing home and people, there seems to be no such thing as a destination at first.

Danger!

I suddenly remembered the alarm. If he jumps back and forth intermittently or suddenly, it will linger in his ear and he will start to slip.

"Stop the car, quick!"

"It's still far away. Please wait a moment! "

The calm voice seems to be afraid of other objections, but the calm tone that doesn't mind at all has aroused Jae-joon's sense of crisis. Joon shouted more urgently than before, but he collapsed in his seat.

Oh, sorry, I saw a fairly high chop.

I said sorry without expression, and I saw a smile on the driver's mouth through the mirror.

"Travel is quiet ... and slow, you know?"

Then there was discussion.

"It is good to be happy, isn't it? Zaijun? "

The driver began to whistle in a low voice again, and a slightly louder voice came out of the car. Now listen in June and stay in the front seat.

Translation of the Postman in Heaven: Henna's Second Letter

I have seen anyone's back breathless with surprise. I don't know where I come from, but I can't see his face. I guessed his expression, and I was looking at the sky with a little confused eyes, and I could see the beautiful chin lines like statues. Much like you.

Sometimes I would rush to grab his arm and turn around with a surprised expression on my face. None of these faces are yours.

I went to the post office today and made that mistake again. The man is carrying the faded brown bag that you have been carrying.' What's the matter?' The man asked.

Why?

Maybe it's because the man looks dull. You should say you are sorry at once, but you always miss the time to apologize. You always say in your heart:

Why not jae-joon?

Although the man didn't know why, he made an understanding expression. He also had the experience of mistaking the speaker for someone else.

However, in Jun, I am not satisfied with his expression.

Wandering every day to find someone. Every moment I want to see, the cells all over my body itch. How could he possibly know? No, as long as one person knows, I'll look for it. This is unique in the world. You don't know! The only thing I miss is that you don't know this unique me!

I didn't glare at that man. I know what I did wrong, so I can't do that again! Still didn't go, standing there looking at him, he just shook his head and turned around. His back is very similar to yours.

When this happens, I am twice as tired as usual, and my expectation turns into disappointment. Even the remaining energy in my body seems to be exhausted. Why is the journey home longer ... I think I should move closer to the station.

In front of the door, Zhu Xian sat there waiting. Even if someone told her where to put the key, she wouldn't go in. She said,' The host is not at home. What are the guests doing in? I'll wait for a while. If you don't come back, I'll leave.

"Going to the post office again?"

Zhu Xian immediately asked. Ah, don't get me wrong, we won't say anything, just a little, very little. The reason why I haven't contacted you in recent months is because I have been with you all the time. She kept asking, sometimes trying to tell everything, but she didn't believe it. The postman in heaven can't find a mailbox in the wild.

"Just starve to death!"

Zhu Xian opened the refrigerator and put his face in. I even saw the cornflakes on the table and the cashier's note thrown in the sink with instant noodles on it. After she finished, she looked at me with an angry expression. I cringed at a loss to avoid her sight. She seemed to shudder, sighed for a long time, and said firmly:

"Get up!"

She took me to the market, bought vegetables, mushrooms and yellow croaker, and asked me what else I wanted to eat. I refused. I'm embarrassed to know this. She said that she said that she would get paid regularly, and this consumption level is still acceptable. Actually, there is really nothing to eat. She said she came to the market. I bought a handful of things, and I asked her if she wanted to go, saying I hoped she would help me buy purple cabbage rice rolls. Because I thought of you who, like the person who ate for the first time, ate the purple rice rolls I bought with relish.

Without saying anything, she bought me purple cabbage, rice rolls. When we got home, we cooked egg soup, opened the purple rice rolls and began to eat with relish. But that long-winded girl actually said at the dinner table that my education must be realistic.

Realism. This is a question of living ability! What she said is right. The cost of living is at the bottom, and you can't spend it all the time. I also know it's time to pack up my painting tools and go out to paint, but listening to her nagging, everything I have made up my mind to do becomes very annoying. I am not a frog.

It's too noisy in my ears. I hope she can leave as soon as possible. Listen more. After a while, I didn't even seem to know why I was angry. But after she really left, I don't know why she felt as embarrassed as being abandoned by someone.

One day, I was suddenly abandoned! Twice!

Even if I don't find his grave, I'm sure the director Hyun-soo is dead, but you don't know where it is, because you don't know, so you have to look for it all the more.

The post office went to seven stores in these ten days, and there were more people holding his arm around than that. Besides, when will you find this in the future? I can't count how many moments I felt like I was under a spell and couldn't give up.

Jae-jun, as for me, I don't want to write any more letters that I can't find the recipient or get a reply. Too tired, don't you know? !

According to the previous words, I had a good meal and called my parents who lived healthily in my hometown. I speak very well. I will avoid nagging about whether I have had a good meal when I meet others now, but I will do it soon.

With the disappearance of anyone, there will be no other changes in the world. Because I should be in that position, I have no choice in this world. In order not to be eliminated, I often live with SARS.

However, the time spent with you seems to be unforgettable. Although the time is not long, it is entangled like a memory and cannot be released. So, in Jun, even if it's just a line, write back to me! Said there was a place where we could find it like this, and we didn't have to look for it in the cemetery in the park like looking for Hyun-soo's grave.

The third letter of "Henna" in the translation of "The Postman in Heaven"

I couldn't climb out of the quilt this morning. I have a bad cold and cough at night, and now I can't make a sound.

Fortunately, I still have the strength to move. I want to eat something to restore my strength, but I have no appetite. I made coffee, sat on the sofa, took a sip of coffee and drank it all the time along my esophagus. My stomach is full of warmth.

After drinking a cup of espresso on an empty stomach, I became groggy and lay down on the sofa. That day, I remembered the first time I met you, just like yesterday.

This summer is really hot, because I will sweat if I stay like that, but I have to cross the wide field to get to the mailbox. At that time, I really wanted to write a letter to Xianxiufa, so I couldn't help but get agitated and had a lot to say, but the obedient object suddenly disappeared, and I couldn't say it, feeling very sulky. That kind of heartache seems to be gnawing at my body.

Just being able to send him a letter solved my entanglement. I feel better when I think of the letter he read. You were there alone at that time, maybe you didn't expect to have such a lonely eye. Besides, when we first met, you gave me water to drink.

If I hadn't jumped on it, your hand wouldn't have been hurt, would it? I saw it when I reached out my hand. My skin is broken and red blood is scarred. But I pretended not to see it, because you read my letter to Hyun-soo, and I was angry.

Who are you? That's what I asked. You haven't spoken for a while. You lift your eyes and look up at the sky. Besides, you just said something with your mouth moving. I bet you didn't tell me. Who are you asking, right? Although I don't know who he is, he answered you, and you nodded like you knew, adjusted your breath for a while and looked at me.

At that time, I just looked at you. When I look up at the sky, your pupils are black and beautiful. However, when you started talking about life, I couldn't help laughing and gave a' poof'.

Postman in heaven, is this the answer you gave me?

"What?"

I asked again, you hesitated, and then repeated the same words like an echo.

"What are you talking about?"

If you don't say anything, I think I'll turn around and leave. "The postman who delivers letters to heaven."

"So you're not human?"

That's what I said. I'm sorry now. Why was your face so painful at that moment? I want to explain what I said like that, not only because of my guilt, my heart and my love.

I stammer, but ask you:

"If you are a person, you can't be a postman in heaven, can you?"

"Yes, I didn't think about that. I don't know."

That's what I said at first, but I immediately noticed that you had the answer you wanted to do, which was also very concise, so I added:

"No, people can also be the postman of heaven. Think about it. If there are people who travel between heaven and earth, there is no reason for people in heaven to be postmen. People in the world can also be postmen. Right? This is fair! "

I seem to think so, too, and made a way.

"But, the driver ..."

I heard about the driver when we first met. Everything he says is important to you, isn't it? But what I want to say to you is that you should not believe anything he says to you.

You stand right in front of me and grab my arm. If it's a ghost, it's a ghost, you can't see clearly! I can believe that you are the postman in heaven, but I can't believe that you are not a person, so I hit you gently on the forehead:

"Fool, I'm joking with you, and so are you."

I won't have this mentality to deny what my eyes see and believe what my eyes can't see!

Translation of Postman in Heaven: Henna's Fourth Letter

The door of the post office was closed, and I sat on the steps like a lost puppy, wondering why such a stupid thing happened. Yesterday, a publishing house called and asked me if I wanted to draw illustrations in animation. The phone kept talking when something suddenly stuck on the screen window. It's mantis. Its inverted triangular head shook and stared at it. Things like mantis and wasp fly to the screen window on the nearby mountain. ...

Translation of Postman in Heaven: Henna's Fourth Letter

2010-01-18 08: 49 | (classification: postman translation)

The door of the post office was closed, and I sat on the steps like a lost puppy, wondering why such a stupid thing happened.

Yesterday, a publishing house called and asked me if I wanted to draw illustrations in animation. The phone kept talking when something suddenly stuck on the screen window. It's mantis. Its inverted triangular head shook and stared at it.

Things like mantis and wasp often fly to the screen window on the nearby mountain. But mantis's body is too big, and it will not dare to look close.

I have to catch it carefully before I can send it back to the mountains, but I can't even get the courage. Instead, I am worried that it will fly into the room. I was looking for pesticides with my eyes, and I couldn't concentrate on what was being said on the phone, so I didn't catch what the reward was and when it was due. The most important thing is: I even forgot that I met Hyun-soo in that publishing house.

Yes, it's Hyun-soo.

That publishing house is the publishing house of the company responsible for Zhu Xian's work. Zhu Xian is in charge of publicity and knows everyone in the company. When she heard that her publishing company needed to draw illustrations, she immediately thought of me.

Zhu Xian reminded me to take my personal preparation, saying that I was looking for a job. I also know that the publishing house is called "MILILAE", which is a very famous publishing company.

I entered the "MILILAE" company with a very good mood. While waiting for the elevator, a slender man stood beside him, secretly looking at him. He thinks this is indeed a very short-term vision. He looked back, his eyes behind his glasses were rational but sharp. For an instant, my heart throbbed inexplicably.

Love at first sight, that's what I said! I don't know who it is, but I like it very much.

When I walked into the office of the publishing house, a man took me into the back room and sat there waiting. Unexpectedly, the man I met in front of the elevator came in. He is in charge of my editing work.

"Miss Zhao?" He said, as steady and gentle as I imagined, I didn't know anyone could call my name like him, and my heart was pounding.

Through several meetings (for work), I know that he is six years older than me and is a bachelor.

One month after I met him, I started a date unrelated to work, dressed up for appointments, and sometimes waited for him for dozens of minutes.

These things warmed my lukewarm life and I began to fantasize about his future. He married me and grew old together. Although sometimes we quarrel and sometimes we are lonely, there are more happy days.

Maybe you can't see things in a different way. What he has, I can't be his whole and dream.

Turn off the phone, take out the insecticide and walk to the screen window. Mantis's inverted triangular head slowly turned to look at me.

But soon I felt a "bang" feeling and stopped all the movements. I think someone is going to hurt myself and go into battle. Compared with me, it is much smaller. In fact, it can't hurt me, but I don't want to see it again. I sprayed insecticide, and it flopped a few times and fell out of the window.

Killing creatures (everything) makes me feel bad. But we should stick to it, because mosquitoes keep sucking human blood, flies are always buzzing, which is annoying, cockroaches are dirty and mantis is terrible.

When we kill them, we will have many reasons to do so.

If there is a God, will God do the same? Every time you take someone's life, you will find one reason or another.

That day, it was the day Hyun-soo had an accident. Hyun-soo sent me a message to cancel the appointment. Just an hour before the appointment, there was only one sentence:' I can't meet you today'.

I didn't say anything like "I'm sorry" or "see you tomorrow".

After two days of no contact, I called the publishing house, and the staff there told me in a very formal tone.

He had a traffic accident, and both he and the woman in the car died. Then the phone said "hello", and with a bang, I heard the phone hang up. Maybe the phone thought I hung up first! At that time, I couldn't breathe, as if I had been stripped empty and stuck to the wall.

Zaijun.

What word did I get hit by? Death? Other women?

Can death cover everything? Everything will calm down because of death. So you accept him with another woman just because of his death and sadness?

Walking into the space without light and sound, at that moment, why can't my eyes see anything and my ears hear nothing?

He lives in the morgue of a hospital near Jiangnan. Although taxis are getting faster and faster, as long as they reach the sidewalk, they must stop at the traffic lights.

Just looking out from the parked taxi, the roads, buildings and people are all black and white, and everything in the city feels underground.

He was placed in morgue 2. In the portrait, he was fascinated by something and wore a silver-gray tie that he had seen several times.

Mourning is the responsibility of young women and children who look three or four years old. At first, I just stood there looking at them, not knowing who they were, just asking the mourners.

"The husband just left, what would you do? The son is still so small! "

The woman touched the child's head and wiped her tears.

I didn't know it was his wife and son until he died! I backed away lest they should see me. Why? !

Why should I feel guilty about them at that moment? I don't even know the fact that he is married! His death, like that woman, is also very painful for me!

I quickly escaped from the hospital, and I always asked the same question:

Kim Hyun-soo, who are you?

Hyun-soo I know is completely different from Hyun-soo there. To be exact, the virtuous show in my memory is different from that in that woman's memory! So, I think I can only ask Hyun-soo this question.

But, I know, what I really want to say is something like that:' You, what is it? ! Why do you have to live like that? ! '

I couldn't sleep at night until I was sleepy in the morning. I got up when people were busy eating lunch. I only wear lipstick on my chubby face in my room. All right, put my hat down and open the door. Autumn wind can make me feel better and cooler.

I hope I can find some clues today. Every time I think of him, I miss you more.

The door of the post office was closed. When I saw this scene, I realized:

Today is Saturday.

Postman in heaven: Hannah's fifth letter

I bought a watercolor pen from the painting workshop today, because I want to draw directly on paper. I started doing that last time, and then I found the painting workshop I often went to. It's a little late than hoped. Uncle director greeted the customers with a happy smile. Although he has opened a painting studio now, he still paints as before. Therefore, he is generous to poor painters and sometimes gets credit. However, he only painted in the corner of the counter. he ...

The Fifth Letter "Henna" in the Translation of The Postman in Heaven

2010-01-191:50 | (classification: postman translation)

I bought a watercolor pen from the painting workshop today, because I want to draw directly on paper. I started doing that last time, and then I found the painting workshop I often went to. It's a little late than hoped.

Uncle director greeted the customers with a happy smile. Although he has opened a painting studio now, he still paints as before. Therefore, he is generous to poor painters and sometimes gets credit.

However, he only painted in the corner of the counter. What he is painting is the scenery in the shop. Because the walls stand in rows, or support the central window, there are many painting tools, which is an untidy atmosphere in the painting workshop. But that kind of atmosphere has given painting vitality and awakened it.

"Wow, that's nice, uncle."

After I finished, my uncle smiled shyly and asked,' Really?' .

"This painting is very warm."

"Because of the color. Used a lot of tones. "

"Although it is also because of that, it seems to be because of the scene inside."

"Ha ha, the person who told me that, Henna, was the first one!"

Uncle said kind words with a good expression. But, really, I didn't mean to be polite. I said again,' Because it's really like that'.

Looking at him, I want to paint, too. I was relaxed during that time, so now I am extremely anxious.

So besides watercolor pens, I also bought photo albums and oily pigments. Going home with people who are full of them is like getting a lot of troops and being in a good mood.

After returning home, I took a bath, drank a cup of hot coffee, unfolded the paper I wanted to use, looked at it for a long time and thought about how to spend it. I have a strong desire to draw something I like, but I have no inspiration. Then I suddenly thought of your face.

Although you don't know it, you sometimes look like you are going or you want to go.

I'm right in front of you, but you're far away, thinking about something else. Then I will pay attention to your face. From a man's point of view, your skin is really good! Look at that, his eyelashes are long, too. He is a good-looking guy! But why are your lips closed like that? About my age, but judging from what you have done, you look like a child. What else is there? Wait a minute.

But I still like the black pupil when you look at people head-on, the way you look at me, and the way you will shine when you think of something good.

When you lie down, your chin will cling to your chest, your eyelids will droop, and your hands will unconsciously be put into the bag or bag from the original place.

Several times, I asked you for Hyun-soo's reply. At that time, you always prevaricated, sometimes angry with me with boring jokes, and sometimes changed the subject, making me forget all the questions I asked.

So, I know, there is no reply from Hyun-soo!

Sometimes, I think lying is bad. Why, yes! If you mess with a woman in heaven, you should be punished. Not me. The others really sent a bomb in the letter and blew it up. As I hoped, he was lying in a dying patient, so he couldn't answer the letter.

I don't know why I pretend to believe it.

Anyway, I made up my mind to draw you, and my hands began to get busy. Eyes, nose and mouth are all drawn one by one, as if sitting next to you and watching carefully.

It took a whole hour to finish your appearance on the right side of the paper. I spent a lot of time, because I want to draw as carefully as meticulous painting, but I won't spend such time again, so no one can recognize the abstract painting on your face.

Yes, even you. Then I won't recognize you.