Is the story of Mangosteen true?

The picture book "Mountain Fruit" tells the true story that the author met a 14-year-old girl selling walnuts on the train when she traveled to Yuanmou, Yunnan in 2009. Carrying a basket of walnuts and two sweet potato cakes, they set foot on the road of selling walnuts. People in the car heard that the little girl was going to sell walnuts to treat her mother, and they went to buy walnuts one after another.

Even the migrant workers, unable to hold anything in their hands, reached out and gave the little girl fifty dollars to treat her mother. This is a true story. A warm story of truth, goodness and beauty. A warm story reawakened the increasingly indifferent society.

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I set out from Beijing to Yuanmou County, Yunnan Province, and entered the Sichuan-Yunnan border. All I can see outside the window is barren hills. The train stopped at Shawo Station for only two minutes. Outside the window, a group of boys and girls, about 12 or 13 years old, were all carrying baskets and trying to squeeze into the car. The big basket on them hindered them.

There is a girl in my carriage, very thin, and her basket is full of walnuts. She finally put the basket down, then slapped her face with sweat and brushed her messy hair back, revealing a handsome face, but with food. The half-sleeve homespun coat is patched before and after, and the trouser legs are long and short, and they are also full of patches. It's a poor girl in the mountains.

There were many people in the car, so the girl was embarrassed to squeeze me. She held the back of the chair with one hand and tried to separate her body. I wanted her to sit down, but it was impossible to squeeze another person into a three-person seat, so I tried to make myself comfortable and help her pull the basket so as not to affect people crossing the road.

She gave me a grateful smile, opened the lid of the basket, grabbed walnuts one by one and put them in my pocket. I tried to refuse, but it was useless. She is very stubborn. Slowly, the little girl became less restrained with me. From her difficult words, I finally understood that the little girl was fourteen years old.

There are still dozens of miles from Shawo Station. The walnut tree at home has collected a lot of walnuts, but cars can't get into the mountains and have to be transported to far away places. Now that mom is sick and needs money to treat her, dad lets her sell walnuts. She got up in the middle of the night and didn't arrive until dark. She stayed in a cave all night, and then picked up a basket to catch the train before dawn.

After selling walnuts, it takes a day and a night to get home. "Aren't you afraid to go out so far?" I asked. "I have a companion. It's crowded as soon as you get on the bus. I saw it as soon as I got off the bus. " She said confidently. "How much can you earn by selling a basket of walnuts in that far place?" "Except for the round-trip airfare, there are fifteen or sixteen pieces left." The little girl smiled, and it was obvious that this number inspired her.

"There is not enough meal on the road!" A passenger next to me chimed in. The little girl immediately said, "We brought dry food." That passenger is really talkative. "What dry food did you bring?" "I have already eaten once, and there is a bag under the walnut. Dad asked me to eat walnuts after I sold them. " "What dry food did you bring?" The passenger asked. "Sweet potato cake."

The passengers around were very sad. Just then, the car broadcast was delayed for half an hour and the train stopped in the middle of the road. I quickly took this opportunity to say to the passengers in the carriage, "The pecans brought by this girl are really delicious. I hope everyone can buy some. " Someone asked, "How much is a catty?" The girl said, "Grandma told me that ten walnuts cost twenty-five cents, not less."

I said, "What a bargain. We sell eight yuan a catty there. " Tourists have come to buy. I help the little girl count walnuts, and she collects money. That kind of walnut is a thin-skinned walnut. If you hold two walnuts in your hand, they will break and taste delicious raw. After a while, most of the walnuts in that basket were sold out. The girl carefully kept the odds and ends of the money she received, with a happy face.

Soon I arrived at the station, and the girl was getting off. I helped her carry the basket on her shoulder. Then she took out a set of red bean underwear and put it in her basket. He said to her, "This is the skirt I bought for my niece. I'll give you a set to wear at home. " She looked at the skirt sideways happily and thanked me with a smile.

At this time, four migrant workers who have been playing poker stood up in a hurry. One of them took fifty dollars and gave it to the little girl: "Little sister, we can't buy your walnuts, because we really can't bring them. Take this money back and buy some medicine for your mother. " The girl cried, so anxious that she couldn't even express her thanks, and her face turned red.

The little girl got off in the crowd, but didn't leave. She turned and stood in front of the high window, shouting at the migrant workers who gave him money: "Grandpa! Grandpa! " Tears of gratitude hung on my little face, and I didn't know what to say. Those migrant workers are very young, so it is obviously inappropriate to call them uncles.

She came to my window again and shouted, "Grandma, I won't wear the clothes you gave me, but I will keep them for my wedding, Grandma …" Her voice choked. "Grandma, my name is Mountain Fruit, and Mountain Fruit-"The station quickly moved out of our sight in the bright sunshine. The name echoed in my heart for a long time: mangosteen! I have tears in my eyes.

The car was calm after a chaos, and the wild lilies all over the mountains quietly poked their heads out of the bushes, passing by with the small Shawo station, the thin girl with a good face and the disheveled migrant workers, and the deep love in their hearts disappeared in the vast mountains.