山上的轿夫们低着头匆匆赶路,他们肩上的担子随着步子一耸一耸的,时浅时重,不时发出清脆的吱呀声。轿夫们抬的是什么?是他们一辈子只能仰望的人,是一天的生活费,还是对家庭的责任和义务?那,究竟是什么呢?“老板,坐轿子不?”“老板,坐轿子吧!”在上山的路上总有零零散散的轿夫在路边拉客,他们大多都穿着衬衫短裤,领口大开,露出黝黑的挂着汗珠的皮肤。轿夫们的个子都不高,正如冯骥才所说,挑山工的个子是给扁担压矮的。瞧, The bearers in the mountains bowed their heads in a hurry, the shoulders of their shoulders shone with their steps, their light and heavy weight, and crisply squeaky sound from time to time. What are the bearers carrying? Is it the only person they can look up to in their whole life, the cost of living for one day, or the responsibility and obligation to the family? Then what is it? , Sitting in the sedan chair! "There are always scattered beauticians on the road up the mountain soliciting, most of them are wearing shirt shorts, neckline wide open, exposing dark skin with sweat. The bearers are not tall, just as Feng Jicai said, the person who picks a mountain workman is short to the pole. Look,