A one-man post office

Just as Lin Zhanguo, who had never done anything earth-shattering in his life, said, "The most important thing for a man is to have a vision. If he has a vision, he will have everything!"

He goes 120 kilometers over mountains, mountains, and rivers every day, with only one day off on Sundays.

He never stopped delivering letters, parcels, and newspapers to villagers for 21 years and walked 783,720 kilometers in 21 years.

He gave up a high salary of 400 yuan a day at a shipyard in Zhejiang province and chose to stay at a post office in the town with a monthly salary of 910 yuan.

He is the Fuxin Mongolian Autonomous County Zhalan Yingzi post branch office of the 39 - year - old director, postman, sorting - only he. When asked what had sustained you for 21 years of climbing mountains, crossing mountains, and wading rivers, Lin smiled and said, "It was the trust of the villagers."

Although rural transportation has improved a lot, many remote villages below the countryside are not on the same road line, and there are few shuttles to and from them. More than a decade ago, Lin Zhanguo had to walk mountain trails to complete his delivery. "There are few people on the mountain road, and the road is overgrown with weeds. I take a knife with me to open the way." These overgrown and thorny mountain roads have become his "green postal channel". Later, he began climbing mountains and crossing rivers on a weighted bicycle; Later, he bought a motorcycle. With time, Lin Zhanguo gradually found that he was more and more inseparable from this work. He said: "I cannot describe the satisfaction I feel when I see a piece of mail with an obscure or unknown address delivered to a place after many inquiries!"

Lin Zhanguo lived on the street in the town. No matter whether in winter or summer, he would get off the Kang at 5 o 'clock every morning, help his wife cook and do farm work in the yard.

Just after 7:00 a.m., he went out of the house after breakfast and put on his postal uniform. He habitually told his wife, "Don't wait for me at dinner." "Lin Post, go to work!" The villagers he met on the road called him so. As a new building was being built, the branch office was temporarily housed in an abandoned town nursing home, and Lin began his work after his daily routine of simple cleaning.

At 9 o 'clock, the county's mail truck arrived on time, usually, every day Zhalan Yingzi town delivered about 20 pieces of mail, more than 50 pieces, regular mail, express mail, packages, and so on.

In the morning, Lin sorted and sorted the mail in his office in preparation for delivery in the afternoon.

It was time for Lin Zhanguo to set out at 1 p.m. every day. He wheeled his motorcycle into the courtyard, packed it with letters, packages, and newspapers, bundled it, and set off.

After delivering the mail to the town government, school, and police station, Lin's motorbike got off the road and began his daily trip to the village.

Lin said he rides his motorcycle 120 kilometers a day and can cover all the villages in the town in three days. The mountain road curved, and he gradually felt the weight of the parcel on his shoulder, "the village people can not see the county magistrate for a few days, not see me."

During the interview with Lin Zhan Guo, the dirt road in front of us is not much wider than a narrow path. In some places, it is a dry river, and the motorcycle wheels bounce over the gullies and pebbles, but Lin Zhan Guo rides very fast.

On the way to deliver the mail, Lin Zhanguo received phone calls from time to time, asking whether the mail had arrived or not, and asking how long it would take him to send the parcel to Beijing... Mr. Lin bounced along, answering phones and delivering goods.

At each house, the hosts said: "Go inside and drink water before you go!" Lin Zhanguo said, "I will drink it another day. These letters must be delivered before dark. There is no delay."

In this way, Lin Zhanguo did not stop all afternoon, even when he delivered letters or parcels, he would trot to the villagers' homes.

When there was still a letter left, a steep mountain ridge about 40 degrees across the front of the car, "it is Shao Gao Tuntong to climb over, this letter must be delivered," Lin said.

The short Lin pushed off with both feet and pushed the motorcycle up the hill with all his strength. Mr. Lin said Shaogao, a small village of about a dozen families, still had no electricity or cell phone service. "Villagers rely on faith to communicate with the outside world. Faith is what villagers look forward to. How could I not go?" Lin Zhanguo gasped.

When Lin Zhanguo pushed his motorcycle up the last hill, villagers below looked up and waved their hands at Lin Zhanguo. Before leaving, Gao Jingru, a villager, ran out of the hospital door Shouting, "Our girl graduated from college and has been working in a big hospital in Shanghai. Nothing else, Spring Festival girl back, you say what also must have a cup of wine!" "Her daughter is studying at a university in Shanghai. Two letters come a month. I must deliver them to my family on time, but Lao Gao took it to heart." Lin Zhanguo smiled happily. "Such invitations are often made during festivals and festivals, and I cannot turn them down."

Being a country postman is hard work. It was not uncommon for a letter to be delivered four or five times because its master was not at home; When it was raining heavily, it was not uncommon to use a raincoat to cover a parcel of mail. In the mountains, most of the young and middle-aged people go out to work, there are only old people, women, and children left in the family. In some places, there are no roads, no radio, no telephone, and the post office has become the only way to contact the outside world. Sometimes, there are hundreds of money orders sent home for the New Year.

Every day there are heavy loads of mail. Besides the mail that needs to be delivered, there are also loads of things like seeds and fertilizer to help farmers. Lin Zhanguo took it as his job to do more for the villagers. In the eyes of the villagers, this inarticulate "green messenger", always smiling. Chen Xiaomei, a neighbor of the village, said that when she was a little girl, she had seen Lin Zhanguo delivering newspapers to her family. Now she was the mother of her child, but he still walked on the mountain road in silence. The villagers all said: "Such a person is too rare to find anymore."

Trust is a very precious emotion between people, which is not only belief but also hope and trust. When Lin Zhanguo has been delivering letters and parcels to villagers for 21 years, he has gained the trust of countless people.

But is the trust of the villagers enough? As a man who has been trekking in the depths of mountains all year round, Lin Zhanguo may not be able to say anything grand, but he should have a sense of responsibility and dedication to keep his post office for so many years.

Just as Lin Zhanguo, who had never done anything earth-shattering in his life, said, "The most important thing for a man is to have a vision. If he has a vision, he will have everything!"

People can live a simple and rich life. Lin Zhanguo seems to be by our side, moving forward together with us!