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Author Peng Jingfeng, the article is selected from Guangming Daily (1977165438+1October 27th) with novel style. There are 37 natural paragraphs in the article, which are called the first person. Generally speaking, the materials are organized in chronological order according to what we have seen and heard. Now this article is selected into the fourth unit 14 of the seventh grade Chinese compulsory education textbook published by People's Education Press.

This article, as a whole, is organized according to the chronological order of what "we" saw and heard, and the narrative method is chronological narrative, which is interspersed in the process of chronological narrative; From the appearance and delay of the hut, it is a flashback of the source, just like an upside-down bead curtain. In the arrangement of the plot, the author skillfully set up three suspense and two misunderstandings, making the plot dramatic. The whole article, in a short space, has formed a ups and downs trend, which is very tasty to read.

Content introduction:

Mountain, what a big mountain! The blue mountains rise and fall, extending into the distance, pushing and squeezing, and disappearing into the confused dusk.

After a day's walk on such a steep mountain and such a dense forest, it is rare to meet a few people on the road. As the sun sets, we are a little anxious. If we can't catch the Sun Village beyond the mountain tonight, we'll have to camp out in this wild mountain.

My colleague Lao Yu has lived in the frontier for many years, and he is stronger than me by mountain road. Walking, I cried happily, "Look, pear flower!" " "

In front of my eyes, it was white, and white pear blossoms were scattered all over the branches like flying snowflakes. What a beautiful pear forest!

Lao Yu said, "There are pear trees here, and there must be someone in front."

A crescent moon rises, and we walk in the swaying pear trees by the faint moonlight. The night wind in the mountains makes people's faces cool, and the white petals of pear flowers gently fall on us.

"Look, there are others."

At the edge of the pear forest, a hut with a grass roof and a bamboo mud wall appeared. The room was dark, with no lights and no sound. Whose house is this?

Lao Yu walked over with a flashlight and found that the door was locked from the outside. There are two words written in black charcoal on the white wooden door panel: "Please come in!" " "

We pushed open the door and went in. The ashes in the fireplace are cold. Obviously, no one has lived in it for many days. A simple big bamboo bed covered with thick straw. The big bamboo tube against the wall was full of water, and I tasted it. The water is cool and delicious. Tired of walking, we decided to spend the night here.

Lao Yu swept the house up and down with a flashlight and found a few lines written on the wall: "There is dry wood behind the house, and there are rice, salt and pepper in the bamboo tube on the beam."

We started to make a fire and cook. The warm fire, delicious rice and hot foot washing water drove away our fatigue and hunger. We lay on the soft hay bed and thanked the owner of the hut. I asked Lao Yu, "What do you say this owner does?" Lao Yu said: "It may be an old man who guards the mountain and protects the forest."

Just then, the door was opened. An old Yao man with a white beard stood in front of the door, with a musket in his hand and a bag of rice on his shoulder.

The master is back. Lao Yu and I grabbed the old man's hand and rushed to say thank you; The old man's eyes were so wide that he couldn't get in a word several times. It was not until we were silent that the old man laughed: "You are mistaken. I am not a host, but also a passerby! " "

We asked the old man to sit down in front of the fireplace. Seeing that he was tired and hungry, we quickly brought him hot water and hot rice. The old man smiled: "Thank you, thank you, thank you for talking for a long time."

It seems that he is a man with great experience in crossing mountains and forests. After dinner, he lit a bag of dry cigarettes and said with a smile, "I'm here to deliver food to my host."

"Who is the host?"

I don't know.

"Who will give these foods?"

"Hanging from the roof beam."

"Old man, you are really joking."

He smoked leisurely and said, "I'm not kidding." After a pause, I went on to say, "I'm a Yao family who goes over mountains and mountains by the Red River. I usually like hunting. Last month, I chased a group of muntjac, turned around and got lost in the old forest, and somehow got into this hill. At that time, people were tired of walking and ran out of dry food. They want to find a stockade to rest, but there is no one around here. When I was disappointed, I suddenly saw this pear blossom forest and this hut. There is firewood, rice and water in the room, but there is no owner. I ate and used other people's things. It doesn't matter if I don't make it clear. I had to tear off the red cloth on the headscarf, put a feather on the door and tell my master that a Yao family has come to bother me, and I will thank you again in a few days ... "

Speaking of which, he pointed to the door with his finger: "Look, that thing is still there!" " "

There is a white feather nailed to the red cloth. The contrast between red and white looks good. At this point, the old man paused for a moment and then said, "I asked around who the owner of the hut was, and finally I got a general idea from a horse driver." It turned out that there was a Hani girl named Lihua on the hill opposite the door. She said that on this hillside, there is no village in front, and she will help passers-by in the spirit of serving the people. "

Only then did I understand that the rice, water, dry wood and the enthusiastic word "come in" in the room were all from the hands of this little Hani girl. What a beautiful pear flower!

The old Yao man added: "Passers-by are very grateful to be taken care of and try their best to make up the used rice for the convenience of future generations. I am here to deliver food this time. "

That night, I slept soundly and walked dreamily in the fragrant pear blossom forest, and saw a Hani girl in a flowered shirt singing in the pear blossom. ...

The next morning, we didn't go on the road immediately, so we decided to repair the hut, add some grass to the roof and dig the drainage ditch in front of and behind the house deeper. A little Hani girl can think of the masses, and we really should learn from her.

We were working when suddenly a group of Hani girls flashed through the pear trees. Walking in front is about 14 or 15 years old, with a ruddy face with two curved slender eyebrows and a pair of bright eyes. I thought, "She must be a pear flower."

I didn't expect old Yao Man to come up to them at once, bent down deeply, made a big gift, scared the little girls away like birds, and then laughed: "Grandpa, aren't you afraid of hurting us by giving us such a big gift?"

The old man said seriously, "I thank you for building this little hut ..."

As the person in charge, the little girl quickly shook her hand: "Don't thank us! Don't thank us! The house was built by the uncle of the People's Liberation Army. "

"Ah?" We were ambushed again.

The little girl told us the origin of the house. It turned out that more than ten years ago, a group of PLA people passed by here, spent the night in the Woods and got caught in a heavy rain in the middle of the night. They thought it would be nice to have a place to shelter passers-by, and the next morning they cut down trees and planted grass to build a house.

Her sister happened to cross this mountain to transport fungus, and curiously asked the uncle of the People's Liberation Army, "Are you going to live here long?" The People's Liberation Army said, "No, we did it for the convenience of passers-by. Comrade Lei Feng taught us to do this. " Her sister was very moved. Since then, I have often taken the opportunity to cut wood, pick mushrooms and find herbs to take care of this small hut.

It turns out that she is not a pear flower. I asked, "Where's your sister?"

"I married to the other side of the mountain a few years ago."

Needless to say, after my sister got married, it was the little girl who took over the task and often took care of this small hut. ...

I looked at this group of energetic Hani girls and white pears, and I couldn't help thinking of a poem: "Pears are everywhere on the post road."