周末，难得有一个好天气，爸爸说要带我爬好汉坡，我一听开心的像一只出笼的小鸟，兴奋地说：“你带我爬好汉坡还是好久好久以前的事了，那时候还是你背着我上去的呢。”爸爸拍拍我的头，笑着说：“今天不用我背你了吧。”“当然咯——”我背着水壶，戴上帽子，连蹦带跳地出了门。
On a weekend, it's rare to have such good weather. My dad said he wanted to take me up Hero Hill, and I was as happy as a little bird out of a cage when I heard that. Excitedly, I said, "It's been a long time since you took me up Hero Hill. Back then, you carried me up." My dad patted my head and smiled, saying, "I don't have to carry you today." "" Of course - "I carried my kettle, put on my hat, and bounced out the door.
我们穿过街道，沿着沥青大道来到好汉坡的大门，抬头仰望，青石台阶像是从天上挂下来的藤梯，我的心不禁有点发怵：“这么陡，这么高，我爬得上去吗？”刚开始我一路小跑向上爬去，边跑边向身后的爸爸喊道：“爸爸，你快点。”( 出自 WWw.ZUOwEnBa.net )
We crossed the street and followed the asphalt avenue to the gate of Haohanpo. Looking up, the bluestone steps looked like vines hanging from the sky. My heart couldn't help but feel a little scared: "Can I climb up so steep and so high?" At first, I ran up all the way and shouted to my dad behind me, "Dad, hurry up
爸爸却说：“你慢点怕，不然一会你就没力气，爬不动了。”
Dad said, "Take it slow and be afraid, otherwise you won't have the strength to climb anymore after a while
“哼，我才不信呢。”
Hmph, I don't believe it
说完，我又一阵小跑，没过一会儿，我的腿酸软起来，呼吸急促，速度也慢慢地降了下来。可我不愿服软，我手脚并用继续向上攀爬着，当到达第一个观景台的时候，我已是气喘吁吁，一屁股坐在地上，直想躺在地上睡一大觉。爸爸不紧不慢地来到我身边，似乎看出了我的心思，挨着我坐下，递给我水杯，说：“让你悠着来，你要使命跑，累了吧，喝口水，听我给你讲个故事，再继续爬。”随后爸爸给我讲毛主席二万五千里长征的故事，并给我背了一首《清平乐。六盘山》，我只记得一句：“不到长城非好汉，屈指行程二万。”我知道爸爸是在鼓励我继续向目标前进，于是，我一个骨碌站起来，握紧拳头，大声喊着：“出发！”此时虽然我的双腿像灌了铅一样重，汗水浸透了背心，可我还是紧牙关，奋力向上爬……
After speaking, I ran again for a while, and soon my legs became sore, my breathing became rapid, and my speed slowly slowed down. But I didn't want to give in, so I continued to climb up with my hands and feet. When I reached the first observation deck, I was already panting and sitting on the ground, wanting to lie down and sleep for a long time. Dad came to me calmly, seeming to see my thoughts. He sat down next to me, handed me a cup of water, and said, "Let you take it easy, you must run on your mission. If you're tired, drink some water, listen to me tell you a story, and then continue climbing." Then Dad told me the story of Chairman Mao's 25000 mile Long March and memorized a song for me called "Qingping Yue. Liupan Mountain." I only remember one sentence: "If you don't get to the Great Wall, you're not a hero. You'll have a journey of 20000 with your fingers bent." I knew Dad was encouraging me to continue moving towards my goal, so I stood up with bones, clenched my fists, and shouted loudly, "Let's go!" At this moment, although My legs were as heavy as lead, sweat soaked through my vest, but I still gritted my teeth and struggled to climb up
终于，我们爬上了好汉坡山顶，回头望去，二千多台阶尽在脚下，旬城美景尽收眼底。我想起前两天语文老师才给我们说的杜甫的《望岳》中的诗句“会当凌绝顶，一览众山小”，在这里，天空是那么辽阔，大阳是那么柔和，白皮松也显得更加苍翠，我闭着眼睛，张开双臂深吸一口气，连周围的空气都夹杂着一点点甜味。
Finally, we climbed to the top of Haohanpo Mountain and looked back. Over two thousand steps were all under our feet, offering a panoramic view of the beautiful scenery of Xuncheng. I remember the line from Du Fu's "Viewing the Peak" that my Chinese teacher mentioned to us a few days ago, which goes "I will be at the top of the mountain, overlooking the small mountains." Here, the sky is so vast, the sun is so gentle, and the white pine trees appear even more verdant. I closed my eyes, opened my arms, took a deep breath, and even the surrounding air was mixed with a little sweetness.
“这种的感觉真好。”我望望爸爸，爸爸看着我，我俩开心地笑了。
This feeling is really good. "I looked at my dad, and he looked at me. We both laughed happily.