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The Harbour Bridge, a landmark building in Sydney, is 134 meters above sea level at the highest point of the bridge, and the view is very beautiful. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

It is the fifth longest arch bridge in the world, the tallest steel arch bridge and the widest long-span bridge in the world.

At sunset, three off-road convertibles sped across the bridge at great speed.

There are five members of the Hengtong team on the three cars, their faces are excited, and their mouths are shouting from time to time.

The wind is very strong, and the long hair of the girls has become particularly messy, and the picture is beautiful and moving.

"Look, look, the sea and the sky are in the distance, and the sunset dyes the sea red, which is really beautiful."

Someone in the previous car shouted.

After resting in the hotel for one night, early the next morning, the jury of the Sydney Opera House Design Competition and the corresponding leaders of the municipal government contacted Bai Juetong.

They were very enthusiastic about inviting Bai and were willing to bear all the expenses of their trip.

She agreed to the invitation, but asked to wait for the British, American, and island nations to gather together.

After getting permission and hanging up the phone, Jue Tong took everyone to rent three cars.

For a whole day, they didn't seem to be doing anything related to design, but kept walking around the city of Sydney.

Crunch!

After crossing the long arch bridge, the car applied the brakes on the side of the bridge at Convenient Lang Point.

The three cars drew a long arc on the road one after another.

"Happy!"

"It's so cool, hahaha..."

"Tong'er, do it again!"

Su Mu stood up from his position, looked at the car driven by Jue Tong not far away, took a few long breaths, and shouted.

"Chaozi, good driving skills!"

Seeing that Jue Tong didn't answer, the fat man shouted to Zuo Chao, the driver of the other car, and gave a thumbs up across the car.

Zuo Chao scratched his head happily when he heard this, and he looked very honest, and he couldn't see the wildness when he drove before.

The door of the car in front of the head was opened, and Jutong was the first to jump down, and then reached out to support Banxia and Qianhe in the car.

At this time, everyone in the other two cars also followed.

"How does it feel?"

The group walked towards the convenient Langjiao, the breeze was blowing, and they only listened to the question of the company.

"It's so enjoyable!"

"These twenty years have been in vain!"

Su Mu couldn't wait to agree.

"Who asked you this? Is it really a vacation? ”

When he went up, he slapped the fat man on the back.

"Hey, hey..."

Su Mu smirked, and quickly straightened out, he understood what Jue Tong meant: "The planning of the whole city is very interesting. ”

"We passed George Street today, which is the north-south street of Sydney's CBD."

"In the southern part of the CBD, the streets are slightly lattice and orderly, but in the north of the older CBD, the streets are more chaotic."

Seeing that the fat man was serious, everyone listened attentively and thought about it carefully.

"Why is that?"

Chen Lin asked.

"I reckon that this reflects the special development of the early Gandharon Trail in Sydney."

Su Mu nodded and explained in a deep voice:

"I've checked the information before, and the streets of Sydney are much narrower than other cities in Australia, which also reflects the characteristics of Australia's oldest city."

"It's good that you haven't forgotten your business."

Jue Tong teased, but his face was obviously satisfied.

"What about you?"

"What senses do you have?"

Then he looked at the rest of the people.

"Australia was once a British colony, and its architectural style is heavily influenced by the British mainland."

Guangbai twitched his nose and opened his mouth a second time: "The architectural style of England is Victorian, and Victorian architecture tends to absorb 12th-century Gothic architecture, with its abrupt windows, sharpened roofs and heavy iron decorations, all of which are reminiscent of the luxurious life of the Goths." ”

"Some of the churches and buildings in Sydney have a strong influence."

After Ren Guangbai finished speaking, Zuo Chao also expressed his cognition: "The overall architectural style here emphasizes strength, as well as change and dynamics. ”

"There is also an emphasis on comprehensiveness, and buildings are often decorated with a large number of carvings and ceiling paintings."

"Finally, it is exaggerated, irrational, lacking balance and proportion, overemphasizing ornamentality, and embellishing columns for decoration."

......

From the planning of the city, to the style of the building...

Everyone spoke their own knowledge, bringing together everyone's perception, and everyone's perception of the city gradually became clearer.

During the exchange, Bai Hengtong led everyone to the headland that stretched into the sea and was surrounded by the sea on three sides.

"Okay, don't follow me, do whatever you want!"

Seeing the eyes of everyone looking around, Jue Tong couldn't help but smile.

grinning, everyone dispersed, only Banxia was still beside him.

"Let's go, let's see."

Jutong half-hugged Banxia and said softly.

"Fort Macquarie Tramway."

Circumambulating the only ancient castle on the headland, the dove said.

The building is very old and looks like a fortress, with the remains of some forts visible from time to time.

"It's a castle-type battery."

Jue Tong affirmed.

"How did that become a tram factory again?"

Banxia was a little puzzled.

"Who knows, it's waste."

"According to the plan, the tram yard will also be demolished when the opera house is completed."

Standing on the edge of the sea, the sea breeze is grinning.

As if sensing the girl in her arms trembling slightly, Jue Tong took off the long-sleeved shirt on her body and put it on her, leaving a short-sleeved white undershirt.

At this moment, an elderly figure in the corner of his eye caught the attention of Jutong.

The old man had black skin, slightly curly hair, and shabby clothes.

The old man sat on the ground, looking at the sea in the distance, with a distant expression, even a trace of sadness.

His face was the traces of time, and the ravines were ravines.

Jue Tong looked at the old man, his brows furrowed slightly, thinking of the background of Australia, and he had some guesses in his heart.

He had read on the material:

There were hundreds of thousands of aborigines in Australia, but after the 18th century, Europeans immigrated in large numbers, and the aborigines gradually became slaves, and most of the aborigines lost their fertile and viable land and were driven to barren land. Even more disastrous was the fact that immigration brought a large number of diseases, which exacerbated the hardships of the Aboriginal population, who by the early twentieth century numbered only about 70,000 in Australia.

Even today, these indigenous people themselves are still in a state of flux, living at the bottom of the city.

The indigenous people who lost their land were scattered all over the country, to the towns, but they did not integrate with urban life and with the white people.

They have no land, no soul to turn to!

"Hello."

She approached and sat down beside the old man, trying to communicate with him in English.

Banxia looked at it and approached, and sat down next to each other without any scruples.

"Hello, lad."

"What a beautiful view."

The old people can speak English, or their native language has long been lost.

The two communicated fluently, and the indigenous old man was kind.

During the chat, Bai Jingtong learned a news that shocked him, the old man said that this place has actually been a holy place for their natives to conduct gatherings and other activities for thousands of years.

The old man also learned that the place was going to be converted into a palatial opera house for the white people.

The old man was reluctant, but he was powerless, so he could only come day after day before the construction of the opera house.

Halfway after the sun had set, the old native was called away by a doll who seemed to be a little malnourished, but her eyes were spiritual.

If it's just an indigenous issue, it's the most important issue that plagues the Australian government, and it doesn't have much to do with itself.

But for now, the design of the opera house connects itself to these Sydney natives.

In his memory, the designers of that world had never been to Sydney during the design process, so he was not aware of the connection between the plot and the natives, so he did not have contact with the natives in the design, and inadvertently abandoned the aboriginal race again.

I don't know it's okay, but now that I know, I can't accept it, he thinks that design is for people, it should be full of humanistic care, and works without humanities are too cold.

"What's wrong?"

"Thinking about that old man just now?"

Banxia sensed the entanglement in Jue Tong's heart, took his hand and asked softly.

"Hmm."

"I feel a lot more responsibility on my shoulders."

She nodded.

"I believe in you!"

Banxia said firmly.

This encounter contributed to the legend that no one knows, making the Sydney Opera House a masterpiece of two masters separated by an entire time and space, a whole parallel world.

It is not only artistic, but also humanistic care, which makes it more and more fraternal.