? They put a bare pole on their shoulders, and several ropes hung from both ends, hanging heavy items.
? When climbing the mountain, they put one arm on the shoulder pole and the other arm hangs down, and they swing rhythmically with their steps to keep their balance.
? Their route is in the shape of a folding ruler-starting from the left side of the steps, slanting upwards, climbing seven or eight steps, and reaching the right side of the platform; Then he turned around, walked diagonally in the opposite direction, turned back when he reached the left side, and changed his shoulder every time he turned around.
? They climb up in this zigzag way, so that things hanging in front of the pole don't touch the steps, and they can save some strength.
? Carrying a heavy load, if you go straight up and down like the average climber, your knees can't stand it.
? But if the route is tortuous, it will lengthen the route.
? Mountain climbers climb mountains once, and the distance they walk is about twice as long as that of tourists.
? Strangely, the speed of mountain climbers is not slower than that of tourists. You walk past them briskly, thinking that you are far behind them.
? Where do you enjoy the magnificent mountains, or read the inscriptions of the ancients carved on the stone wall by the roadside, or wash your face and feet by the noisy stream, and they will quietly pass by you and quietly walk in front of you.
? When you find out, you will be surprised, thinking that they are riding like immortals.
? Once, I went to Mount Tai to sketch with some painting friends, and I encountered this situation.
? We bought bamboo poles for mountain climbing at the foot of the mountain, and met a short mountain bearer with a dark face and thick eyebrows, about forty years old, with a bright red vest in the middle of an open white homespun jacket.
? He has several wooden stools tied to one end of his pole and five or six green watermelons tied to the other end.
? We soon passed him.
? When we reached the steep mountain road back to Maling, we were tired, so we stretched ourselves out and rested on a big stone that was cleaned by the mountain wind.
? We found the mountain bearer sitting on the grass opposite, smoking.
? Later, we set off with him at about the same time, and soon left him behind until we could not see him.
? We climbed up the Wusong Pavilion in the middle of the mountain and saw that it was him who was sorting out the children in the ancient Panasonic with a strange posture. He took off his jacket and wore a red vest, showing strong and handsome black muscles.
? I was surprised. I went over to talk to him. The mountain man was not at home and liked to talk.
? He told me that his family lived at the foot of the mountain, picking goods up the mountain every day, and worked for nearly twenty years, all year round, once a day.
? He said, "Do you think I am small? Those who work as mountain pickers are short and thick under the pressure of the pole.
? A tall man like you can't do this kind of work, walk around! " He lifted his heavy eyebrows, cracked his mouth and smiled, showing his white teeth.
? The villagers drink spring water, and their teeth are all white.
? The conversation was more casual, and I told the mystery in my heart: "I see that you walk very slowly, but why do you often run ahead of us?" Do you have any shortcuts? "
? He listened to this, and there was a smug look on his face.
? He thought for a moment and said, "Where do we have a shortcut, and we are not on the same road as you?"? You walk fast, but you always stop when you look east and west on the road and play around! We are not like you.
? It's not as casual as you are. You can do whatever you like. You can't step on it, let alone stop. That way, we can't reach the top of the mountain in two days. You have to keep going. Although we are slow, we will run ahead of you after a long walk. You see, is this the reason? "
? I nodded with conviction, feeling that the simple words of the mountain people seemed to contain meaningful philosophy.
? Before I could savor it, he took up the task and set off.
? On the mountain road ahead, we passed him several times; But always when we stayed in the mountains, he quietly overtook us.
? We met him again in front of the top canteen, where he had delivered the goods.
? He nodded and smiled at us innocently, as if to say; "Look, I can run ahead of you again!"
? When I came back from Mount Tai, I drew a picture-on the steep and seemingly endless mountain road, a mountain bearer in a red vest bent over the weight on his shoulder, and he climbed up step by step.
? This painting has been hanging in front of my desk for many years, because I need it.