The south of the Yangtze River is good, and the scenery is old. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

The sunrise river flowers are red, and the spring river is as green as blue. Can you not remember Jiangnan?

The thousand-year-old Gusu City is the capital of Wu in the Spring and Autumn Period, which is inherently impregnated with the beauty and beauty of the scenery in the south of the Yangtze River.

Pingjiang Road has been marked out since the "Gusu City Map" drawn by Qianlong in the Qing Dynasty in the tenth year, and the name has been used to this day.

Pingjiang Road, which starts from Ganjiang Road in the south and reaches Huayang Bridge in the north, is not long, but there are 16 bridges running through it from south to north.

The old houses on both sides of the strait are lined with pink walls and tiles, and the smooth stone road is full of pedestrians, and occasionally a woman wearing a cheongsam holds an oil-paper umbrella to walk through it, making this peach and willow green spring time more poetic...

At night, Ms. Xia held the child in her arms and took her parents on a black canopy boat.

After boarding the boat, a drizzle fell in the sky.

Looking at the layers of blue water drifting backwards, the hearts of the four people on the boat were calm, as if they understood what the water-like years were.

Looking at the ancient streets and pedestrians on the boat, the pink walls and tiles, the small bridges and flowing water, all gradually merged into a painting that seems to be one...

The canopy boat was moored, and several people followed into a teahouse.

The teahouse is very old, and there is no decoration, just a stone paved floor, and neatly arranged wooden tables.

A few plates of peanuts and a pot of hot tea.

A small stage was set up in the front row, and on it were two artists wearing opera costumes and makeup, pressing the sound, and after a while, the singing voice of Kunqu Opera sounded:

"Busy throwing people out and staying idle..."

"I thought about it, but I didn't have a place to be happy. Spend time in the day, and there is only love in the world..."

The babbling singing echoed in the old teahouse, and the beautiful posture of flowers was deeply imprinted in the depths of everyone's minds.

In just an instant, everyone was already in it, as if they had traveled through time and space, and walked into the gentle and sad dream written by Tang Xianzu hundreds of years ago.

The song is the Peony Pavilion, telling a sad love story.

Xia's mother listened most seriously, although her daughter didn't tell her about her specific condition, but the old man already understood.

It's just that I pretend to be confused, and I don't want my daughter to worry too much.

She knew that her time might be running out, and under this Kunqu opera, the whole person became extraordinarily emotional, she held her daughter's hand with one hand and grabbed her wife's hand with the other.

The moment they touched the warmth, Ms. Xia and her father's bodies trembled, and the three of them intertwined their eyes, but then deliberately diverged, not letting the other party see the faint sparkle in their eyes.

Halfway through the trip, Ms. Xia's home in Qingdao is still in full swing, working overtime.

Everyone is working hard for the filial piety of a middle-aged woman.

In Banwan Village, the project of righting the houses and unifying the façade of the village is also coming to an end.

During the excavation of the ditch, the problem of cross-flow of sewage in the village was treated, and a separate sewage treatment tank with biodegradable means was added.

The village is getting better and better, and more and more hidden dangers have been dealt with.

The villagers of the Buyi tribe in Banwan Village are looking forward to it more and more, and the smiles on their faces are growing, although they don't know what the future holds, but the current changes have greatly improved their lives.

It's just that at this time, there is still one person who is a little apprehensive and anxious.

He is the promoter of everything, the client of the program team, Li Rongxian, the principal of Banwan Village Primary School.

Li Rongxian walked around the room, pondering: "No, I still have to find Designer Bai." ”

"My original purpose was to renovate the elementary school, how did you think about everything, but the elementary school has not moved."

Secretly made up his mind, Li Rong hurriedly found Juetong.

I had thought about it before, but this time I stood in front of Jue Tong and immediately became Gu Zuoyan, and I stopped talking.

"Uncle, are you looking for me?"

Strange and asked.

"Huh?"

"White Designer."

He shouted and paused again.

Li Rongxian thought in his heart, Designer Bai was already working hard for the whole village, and he was already too busy to rush into it, how could he make trouble for him at this time!

"Ah, it's okay, it's okay.."

The words that came to his lips were immediately changed, and Li Rongxian waved his hand again and again: "I see that you are so busy that you can't take care of eating, I want to ask you if you are hungry, do you want to prepare some food." ”

"No, I just had some stomach pads, and I'm not hungry."

Jue Tong knocked on Li Rongxian's expression, which was embarrassed at first, but then became sincere, indicating that the things he wanted to ask him were not what he said, but they were sincere.

Thoughts flashed through his mind, and he immediately figured out Li Rongxian's tangled questions.

It's a little funny that the headmaster's shyness gives rise to more respect.

The headmaster always remembers his students.

"By the way, uncle, I was looking for you."

"Are you free in a moment?"

Jue Tong didn't say anything, but asked instead.

"Yes, if there is anything you can do to help Designer Li, please tell me."

"About the renovation of Banwan Village Primary School."

As soon as Hengtong spoke, the principal's eyes opened, and his face couldn't help but show joy.

"The primary school in Banwan Village is the space I value the most, so I have been pressing it until now, and I am ready to start after I have a full understanding of the whole village."

"I've got a rough idea, and I'd like you to accompany me to the school for a while."

When Jue Tong's voice fell, Li Rongxian nodded vigorously, and said one after another: "What you want, what you want..."

"Banxia."

As he spoke, Jutong turned his head and waved his hand to the busy Banxia girl in the distance, opened her throat and shouted: "Bring the computer and go with my brother!" ”

The surrounding workers looked around, not far away, Qianhe was also wearing a construction hat, her little face was plastered with dust, she smiled like a crescent moon when she heard her big eyes, and she liked the atmosphere between the teams.

Banxia, who was shouted by Juetong over there, blushed slightly, but quickly pretended to be calm and nodded.

I followed the principal to Banwancun Primary School, which is a three-story brick and concrete structure with a very single function.

With a 'crunch', the iron doors of the school were opened again.

The three of them stood at the door, looking into the distance, the school was standing quietly at the foot of the mountain.

"The school is really the heart of the whole village."

Jue Tong said in a deep voice: "It represents the inheritance of the fire..."

"The significance of this primary school in Banwan Village should be even deeper."

Banxia and the principal did not answer, listening.

"In this school, children not only learn outside knowledge, but also accept the influence and inheritance of their own culture. ”

"They need to have an understanding of their own culture!"

Jue Tong paused, then turned to Li Rongxian and asked, "Uncle, do the children know more about the traditional culture of the Buyi people now?" ”

Li Rongxian, who asked this question, was speechless and a little stunned.

It's as if the traditional stilted buildings in the village have been abandoned, and these traditional things are gradually lost in the school.

"Uncle, I'm going to build an additional building in this playground part, which will be connected to the old teaching building and the staff dormitory on the side, okay?"

"I've observed that not only is there a lack of traditional education in the whole school, but there is also no common reading area."

"The additional building will be used as a vernacular museum and reading space..."

Li Rongxian's face turned red and nodded vigorously.

The group shuttled through the classrooms, walking through every room.

In the end, she sat on the stone steps at the school gate and took out a thick notebook and pen.

The computer that Banxia was holding was turned on, and the overall model and data of the elementary school appeared, looked at it, and remembered it in my mind, and the brushstrokes began to turn decisively.

The new building is a two-storey semi-underground structure with a hillside and a traditional wooden structure with floor-to-ceiling windows.

Its roof is a sloping roof that has been designed and transformed, and it is as light as a bird's wing, heralding the soaring of hope...

Connecting the semi-underground structure with the main body of the building and the faculty dormitory is a staircase built to imitate the changes of the mountain, which is very playful, echoing the Banwan Village of Banwan Village up and down...

When the pen stopped, it was almost dark, and the primary school at the foot of the mountain in the book was like a mountain elf, charming, lively, and with infinite vitality...

From the moment he started writing, Li Rongxian's eyes were almost unblinking, he was so nervous that he could even hear his pounding heartbeat.

Because he understands that the building on the paper represents the hope of generations of students in Banwan Village in the future!

When he saw the final picture, Li Rongxian's whole person was shrouded in happiness.

My body was trembling, and I was thinking about my future self, the day I would teach the children in this new school.