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    Imagine you are in a jumping contest. Animals and insects can also enter this contest. But they might just leave humans in the dust!

    The first event is the long jump. The human athlete is Mike Powell. In 1991, he jumped nearly 30 feet, which is the world record for the long jump. That is about five times his own height.

    His competitor in the long-jump contest is a frog named “Rosie the Ribbiter.” Rosie set the world record for frogs in 1986 by jumping more than 21 feet. Her record has never been broken by any other frog. Compared to Mike Powell, Rosie's jump is not that amazing. But wait! Rosie is only about 10 inches long when her legs are stretched to their full length. She can jump more than 25 times her size. Rosie, the frog, wins the long-jump event.

    The next event is the high jump. Javier Sotomayor, the world record holder, can jump a bar (横杆) 8 feet high. That is about as high as the ceiling in most homes.

    Looking around for someone to challenge his record, Javier might need a magnifying glass (放大镜). The next contestant is a tiny insect called the spittlebug (吹沫虫).

    The spittlebug can jump 28 inches into the air. It is only a quarter-inch long, less than the width of a pencil. If the spittlebug were the same size as Javier, it would be able to jump 600 feet into the air. That is like a human jumping over a building 55 stories high!

    Though the humans lose the “jumping contest,” their competitors would probably agree that Mike and Javier are still pretty excellent athletes. If only Rosie and the spittlebug could speak!

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秦锦屏

    万山红遍的金秋,在遥远的大西北,我带着任务,远赴乡郊野岭采风,在前不巴村、后不着店的地方遭遇道路塌方。为我带路的摩的司机刘师傅,急忙跳下车,站在黄尘漫漫的土路上,双手拢成喇叭放声吆喝:“喂,路那边有人吗?……能帮忙挖通路吗?”

    我沮丧地蹲在路边,盯着刘师傅高大的背影,惶恐而焦虑,大脑里不断闪回播放我和他初见的情景,顿时悔意重重,心乱如麻!眼前这条偏僻蜿蜒的乡间土路是单行道。稍有不慎有可能连人带车翻入荆棘丛生的鸿沟中!即使我放弃此行的计划。出租车也根本无法调头!

    五分钟,十分钟过去了,刘师傅还在那里费力而徒劳地呐喊着。我咬牙憋气,心里做好了在这荒山野岭徒坐一整夜的最坏打算。一直紧握方向盘蹙眉沉默的出租车司机也下了车,跟刘师傅一起吆喝“喂。路那边有人吗?……能帮个忙吗?”

    “喂、喂、喂……忙、忙、忙!”回应我们的只有鹦鹉学舌的群山和越来越凉的山风。

    一声悠扬的应答,带动唰啦啦一阵细响,塌方路那端,一片不起眼的、依山靠坡的庄稼地里,忽地冒出个裹着白羊肚手巾的脑袋,在扬声问清楚我们的意图后,这手拄柴棒的老人掉头而去,嘴里说的是他这就回村里去喊人来帮把手,现在手里没拿家什。没法将垮塌在路当腰的土堆铲平。

    听人家这么一说,刘师傅和那位不知名的司机一齐转回头看我,面露喜色。我撇撇嘴,心想,这老人,十有八九不会回来了,因为,这地方离他居住的村庄一定十分遥远,任凭我手搭凉棚望尽村路,也未见窑洞组成的村郭坐落在何处!

    沉默。等待。

    又是数十分钟过去了,(A)夕阳像一个没有烧透的夹生煤球,半红半黑悬挂在天际,树梢上满是寒凉寡情的秋风。刘师傅站一会儿,蹲一会儿,“啪啪”打火抽烟。司机则反复在原地看表、兜圈子,看样子,他有些后悔接了我这档活儿。

    听,土堆后面好像有人声!

    我们一跃而起,探头看去,呀,好多手执铁锹、锄头的村民,正从带状的小路上陆陆续续汇集而来。带头的就是那弓背老人!他们舞动工具又铲又挖。刘师傅和司机高兴坏了.挽起袖子在路的这端徒手刨土。我也要效仿他们,却被硬生生推开:“你是客人呢。不要把手弄脏了!”

    (B)蒙在夕阳脸上的灰色面纱被风掀开了,夕阳一跃而出,安详地注视着大地,橘色的薄暮里。一群人,正在为一个素不相识的人刨土开路!呵,不说别人,就那位黑脸白牙的刘师傅,我认识他也才不到两小时。当时,我在县城里招手问驾摩托车兜生意的他:“黑家洼村怎么走?”他认真打量了我一下,自告奋勇要弃车带路,理由是,那地方路况不好。驾摩托车去危险,不识途的人很容易走岔道,路走岔了,非但今晚回不了城。连个宿住的地方也难找到。他特别强调:“你看看,这天都快黑了,你一个女人家,身上还背着个包……”我见他满脸真诚,便接受了建议,由他带路,当街拦了一辆出租车……哪知,路上遇到这坟包一样意外出现的“拦路虎”!刚才还差点误会了他。

    “拦路虎”被一群陌生人合力“打败了”!我强忍满眼激动的泪花,掏出钱想略表谢意,却被那些粗糙的大手坚决挡回:“那不能要呢,都是小事情嘛!谁人出门不遇个事儿嘛……”

    一旁的刘师傅拍拍满是灰尘的手。竟也替他们帮腔:“应该的,咱们这里的人,都这个样儿。快走。天快黑了!”

    车子再次启动,夹道而立的是扛着、拄着劳动工具的村民,他们微笑的脸庞朴实而憨厚,挥舞的手臂。像广袤大地上鲜明生动的平安路标,被夕阳镀上了灿灿金色。

    车子颠簸前行,我频频回头。远远看去,他们散落道旁,如微尘一样越来越小,越来越小。又像朵朵沁人心脾的山花,越来越近,越来越近。

(选自《人民日报》2014年4月2日版,有删节)