Traffic control measures are in place in the town.
This has nothing to do with National Day or Mid-Autumn Festival.
It is three days after the Mid-Autumn Festival, on the 18th of August.
This is also known as the "Tide Watching Festival".
The Qiantang River is the mother river of Zhejiang Province. Because of its winding course, it was originally called "Zhejiang" (折江), which was later changed to "Zhe" (浙), which is the origin of the name of Zhejiang Province.
Furthermore, due to the gravitational pull of celestial bodies and the centrifugal force of the Earth's rotation, coupled with the unique funnel-shaped topography of Hangcheng Bay, the tides change drastically within the river channel, forming a spectacular tidal surge.
From the 16th to the 18th of the eighth lunar month each year, the sun, moon, and earth are almost in a straight line, and the tidal force on the seawater is at its greatest, making the Qiantang River tide more turbulent.
A thousand years ago, Su Shi wrote the famous line, "The tide on the eighteenth of August is a magnificent sight unparalleled in the world."
Although there are still a few days until August 18th, tourists are already flocking to the area.
However, the route north of Lu only partially overlaps with the route to the Qiantang River, and the three-wheeled vehicle offers unparalleled convenience.
After walking for a while, he casually turned and led Ji Qingqian onto the country road.
A little while later.
He twisted the brakes, and the two tires of the three-wheeled vehicle steadily rolled onto the curb, bringing the vehicle to a stop.
Lu Yibei got out of the driver's seat, just about to pick up his girlfriend who had been bouncing around in the truck bed the whole way.
But then he saw his girlfriend gracefully and nimbly leap down.
"Heroine, what superb lightness skill!"
Lu Yibei gave a thumbs up.
Ji Qingqian raised her snow-white chin, a hint of cute pride in her eyes: "Waist and horse in perfect harmony."
Then, with her hands behind her back, she jogged lightly like a nimble little elf to the front door of the building next to the three-wheeled vehicle.
Ji Qingqian first looked towards one side of the gate, where four large gilded characters were printed on the wall.
——Nancheng Primary School.
It was also the school that Lu Yibei attended.
These words have clearly been neglected for a long time; the gold paint on the surface has peeled off, revealing the black base paint underneath.
Ji Qingqian bent down to enter through the gate, peeked inside, and asked:
"Can we go in?"
"Go in, there's no one here," Lu Yibei said.
Ji Qingqian nodded in agreement.
"It's so quiet."
The autumn breeze during the day is still warm and comfortable, and when it blows, the leaves rustle.
A few tiny yellow flowers drifted down and landed among Ji Qingqian's dark hair, smelling quite sweet.
It's osmanthus.
Chaozhou is adjacent to Hangzhou, and many of their urban development projects are similar.
For example, they all like to plant osmanthus trees.
At this time of year, everything is golden and beautiful, and smells wonderful.
"The osmanthus tree is still there."
Lu Yibei followed behind Ji Qingqian and sighed, "They'll all be moved away soon, won't they?"
Last summer, Nancheng Primary School was officially declared closed.
The students will be moved to a better, more spacious new school in town.
This land will be converted into other facilities.
Many people who study in small towns have experienced this.
The funniest one was Liu Jie.
Brother Jie said he suddenly felt nostalgic and wanted to go back to his elementary school.
It turned out that the school had long been converted into a vegetable market.
His sixth-grade class, Class 2, which he attended before graduating, was a meat stall where the owner was butchering a pig's head...
Liu Jie felt a sharp pain in his teeth and a headache after watching it for a while…
Lu Yibei has not returned here since he went to Hangzhou.
If Ji Qingqian hadn't insisted on visiting the school he attended, Lu Yibei probably wouldn't have come to see it one last time.
Lu Yibei's memories of this school date back nearly ten years.
He thought many memories would become ambiguous.
But when I saw the playground, the basketball hoop, and the horizontal bar, clear images still came to mind.
Time has passed and can never be retrieved.
But he did spend six innocent years here after all.
Once inside the school, Ji Qingqian looked around and found everything new and interesting, while she ended up lagging behind Lu Yibei.
She watched Lu Yibei walk towards the basketball court, and then lightly skipped after him.
Lu Yibei stood under the basketball hoop, looking up. The net had long since disappeared, leaving only a round basket.
Looking down from below, you can see the sky with clouds floating like white clothes.
Lu Yibei raised his hand, as if to touch it.
He then took a few steps back, suddenly accelerated, and leaped into the air.
He slapped his palm on the basketball hoop with a "smack".
After landing steadily, he chuckled softly.
"…no."
He heard the surprised look on the face of the female knight Qingqian beside him. He turned his head and saw her wide, autumn-like eyes staring at him: "Dude, you really know kung fu?"
Lu Yibei shook the wrist that had just passed the basket and laughed:
"Low frame".
The normal height of a basketball hoop is 3.05 meters, but many schools will lower the hoop to accommodate students who are still children.
This frame is at most 2.7 or 2.8 meters long.
Lu Yibei stood with his hands on his hips, continuing to look up at the basket.
Ji Qingqian measured the height, her jumping ability, and her height, and calculated that even with a low frame, she couldn't jump that high.
Lu Yibei returned to Ji Qingqian's side:
"I never noticed this when I was a child."
"Didn't you touch it when you were little?" Ji Qingqian asked.
"How could I possibly touch it? Back then, I couldn't even touch the backboard. I was probably only..."
Lu Yibei placed his palm at Ji Qingqian's chest level: "So tall? About 1.4 meters, less than 1.5 meters."
Ji Qing smiled faintly and reached out to touch the air, feeling for that height:
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