Primary school texts pick mountain people

I climbed Mount Tai with a porter. The porter is neither tall nor thin, and there are big bags of food and vegetables hanging on both ends of the pole. The porter leaned his head forward, shaking all over, and his steps shook with the goods, which was very threatening. Along the way, I hurried slowly to catch up with him and wanted to see his face. The porter's face is hidden under the straw hat, which is quite mysterious. ?

When we climbed to Dum Palace, the porter was soaked to the skin. Ribs protruding. The porter carefully unloaded the goods and then sat in the shade to have a rest. At this time, a young female tourist came to take a photo with the porter. The porter smiled shyly, dusted himself off, angered the porter and made a gesture. The girl stood with the porter and handed me the camera. She smiled sweetly and said, "Do me a favor." Only then did I see that the porter was dark brown, with a high forehead, small eyes and a wrinkled face. He is about fifty years old and looks like Luo Zhongli's classic oil painting Father. After the photo shoot, the girl jumped down from the mountain. Now even the monkeys in Emei Mountain know that the accompanying tourists should ask for a place to take pictures. The porter didn't say a word and continued on his way. ?

We were sweating like a pig and met a porter coming down the hill. Without looking at each other, the two porters shouted "Oh-hi" at the same time. The two poles touched lightly, greeted each other affectionately and passed by. People walked away from each other, and long shouts echoed in the mountains. My heart is filled with emotion. ?

Following the porter, I climbed the Zhongtianmen. At this point, it was already noon. I saw an air-conditioned restaurant. I hurried in to replenish my supplies. I am eating fast food. Through the French window, I saw that the porter had not left. In the shade of the roadside, I wiped my sweat with a towel, took out a cloth bag from my pocket and opened it. This is a pancake with scallion rolls. The porter narrowed his eyes and ate sweetly. The sun is walking in the sky, the shadows are moving, and the parking lot is built in Zhongtianmen, without much shade. The porter moved his nest while eating, and his body was always in the shadow. I smiled. After dinner, we gathered in front of the outdoor swimming pool, rolled up our arms and sleeves, washed our hands, washed our faces and necks, poured ice water on our backs and continued on our way. ?

After crossing the ravine, there are eighteen plates ahead. "Tight eighteen slow eighteen, neither tight nor slow eighteen." 1600 multi-level stone steps are displayed in front of us. The porter's footsteps make me feel like playing drums. We passed Songting, Longmen, Shengxianfang and Nantianmen on the top of Jade Emperor. The mountain wind is getting stronger and stronger, so cool! I turned around and condescended, and my vision suddenly widened. The stone steps we climbed were like ladders, strung with undulating peaks and rolling clouds. Fireworks are everywhere in the distant city of Tai 'an. ?

I smiled and said, "It's really high." ?

The concierge smiled and said, "Young man, you're just in time. If the road is steep and slippery in rain and snow, you have to climb it. " "How much does your pick weigh?" "One hundred and twenty pounds." "How much can you earn in one trip?" "Pick to the top of the mountain, ten catties and two dollars. Twenty or thirty dollars a day. " "How many times can I run a day?" "From Zhongtian Gate, you can run twice; From the red gate at the foot of the mountain. I have to climb more than 14 thousand stone steps a day. " "Is your home in Taian?" "Heze. My son is in high school and going to college. Students spend a lot of money on their studies, and all the work in other places is left to my wife. I came out to earn cash. " ?

I looked at the concierge, who was undertaking his son's studies and had a bright future! ?

At this time, a pair of boys with sliders came down from the mountain and walked briskly. On the cane chair, there is a tourist wearing sunglasses. The slider flashed past us. I asked the porter, "why don't you pick the slider?" It's so light. " ?

The porter shook his head and said, "life is easy, but business is unstable and prices change with the market." I am older than young people, and my busy life is very meaningful. I have to slowly and steadily climb up step by step! " ?

I was silent. A flock of birds fluttered and chirped on the mountain and flew to higher peaks. ?

I looked down and followed the porter. The stone steps are narrow and can only accommodate the first half of the foot. I said, "You must climb the mountain, right?" ?

The porter smiled: "You have a good eye. I have to glue the front sole back every month. Anyone in our line of work can recognize it as a porter in Tai 'an city, crawling and pedaling all day, with the cat pouting and its legs stuck high. " ?

The porter shook his voice and sang: the road to worship the mountain, the pilgrims with ten thousand steps, is just ahead?

On Wanbu Mountain Road, the old people kowtow step by step; Tourists lament the wonders of nature along the way; Porters stir up heavy life, stir up interesting days, and get up!