An essay...it feels very familiar!

I said, "Stationmaster, let's go." He looked outside the car and said, "I'm going to buy some oranges. You stay here and don't move around." I saw a few sellers waiting for customers outside the fence of the platform over there. When you get to the platform over there, you have to cross the railway, jump down and climb up again. The webmaster is a fat man, so it would be more troublesome to walk over. I was going to go, but he refused, so I had to let him go. I saw him wearing a black cloth cap, a large black cloth mandarin jacket, and a dark blue cloth cotton robe. He staggered to the side of the railway and slowly leaned down. It was not a disaster. But it was not easy for him to cross the railway and climb to the platform over there. He clung to it with both hands and retracted his feet; his fat body leaned slightly to the left, showing an effort. At this time I saw his back, and my tears flowed down quickly. I quickly wiped away my tears. Afraid that he would see it, and also afraid that others would see it. When I looked outside again, he had already hugged the red orange and walked back. When crossing the railway, he first scattered the oranges on the ground, climbed down slowly, then picked up the oranges and walked away. When I got here, I quickly went to help him. He walked with me to the car and put oranges on top of my fur coat. So I puffed away the dirt on my clothes, feeling very relaxed. After a while he said, "I'm leaving. I'll write you a letter over there!" I watched him go out. He walked a few steps, turned around, saw me, and said, "Go in, there's no one inside." When his back blended in with the people coming and going, and he couldn't be found anymore, I came in and sat down, and my tears came again.