The Most Simple Wish

The peach blossom in Yunyi's peach and plum garden has just withered, and the ground is pink. Some petals are not rotten, some petals are still hanging on the branches. Autumn lotus smell a faint fragrance.

She found a wooden chair to sit down and read the letter from the distant dacha village.

In recent years, college students have been wearing mobile phones. Almost everyone has one. It's also very convenient to make a phone call. Qiuhe is used to writing letters and has been staying in the old way of communication many years ago.

As time goes on, the only mailbox left in the school is the one in the northeast corner. Every time she went to post a letter, she could hardly see anyone else. The mail box next to the mailbox was when she opened it. She could only see her only letter stuck in the corner of the receiving mailbox. It seems that no one else has sent or received letters except her.

Students began to use mobile phones on the Internet to communicate with the outside world seamlessly. They persuade Qiuhe to buy a smart phone. Qiuhe shakes his head and says no. She doesn't socialize much in school, often reading alone in the library and walking on the sidewalk; Practice hard in the dance room. Study in a wooden chair. Occasionally, she would dance peacock at the foot of the hill in Yunyi.

Come to Cloud Art nearly a year, her change is not so significant, everything, autumn lotus has her own opinion.

From the branches of peach trees, a corner of Yunyi Caramel colored teaching building is exposed. Dance Academy is in another direction. Qiuhe quietly looked at the building, the undisturbed peach and plum garden, full of quiet and beautiful learning atmosphere, left his hometown to see a broader world, and saw lovely nationalities from all over the world except Dai and Hani. The world is beautiful, and she can't embrace it. A few years ago, Qiuhe thought that she should stay in dacha village all her life. That's Qiuhe. Qiuhe should compromise in front of fate and work constantly. Several times, she sat on the fragrant wooden chair in the peach and plum garden, folded her legs to read a book, looked up from the sea of books, and suddenly thought - incredible, maybe it's not me who is sitting here carefree and reading. But that's me.

As long as willing to recall, the past suffering can be as clear as yesterday. In the past, the Yellow skinned and repeatedly injured orphan Qiu He stopped at the intersection not far away.

Even I envy the favor I get. I'm lucky and content.

Qiuhe felt that the people and the world around her were very friendly to her. This era gives her, this society gives her. She's always thinking about rewards. She missed her teacher Tao Huizhen

Open the envelope and write near the end of April. The signature is "yu'er".

In her letter, yu'er first described: sister Qiuhe, your grandparents are in good condition now. The industrial poverty alleviation in dacha village is very smooth, and the tea terraces are of great use. The year you left, dacha village has changed its appearance.

Then yu'er tells Qiu He that she's going to Jinghong City, too. She'll go right away. She's going to take the same route Qiuhe took two years ago, and she's going to take part in the county-level dance competition of Jinghong City. In addition, the final play she will participate in will also be the traditional women's peacock dance. She wants Qiu He's blessing.

Qiuhe looked at the words on the letter that seemed to be beating. There are five flavors in my heart. In a flash, she remembered the scene that Tao Huizhen took her to Jinghong City to register two years ago. A lot of feelings. Frankly speaking, Qiuhe is a little jealous. It turns out that she is not the only one who can control the peacock dance in that small mountain village. Her lovely hometown. That wisp of nostalgia.

But in addition to jealousy, Qiuhe has such a feeling. Happy for Tao Huizhen. I'm proud of yu'er. In the past, the helpless light in their pupils seemed to have disappeared unconsciously. As the times recede, it also takes away a lot of bitterness of the corresponding times.

"Come on, strive for the first, win honor for the teacher" Qiuhe simply replied.

A month later, Qiuhe received three letters from her. They won the first prize in Jinghong dance competition and the first prize in Kunming dance competition. At the same time, they accepted the invitation to participate in the provincial dance competition at the end of the year. She and Tao Huizhen are still in Kunming and want to meet Qiuhe.

It was almost July then.

Qiuhe looked at the letters stupidly, and she let out a breath on the wooden chair. She heard the sound of blood flowing in her body, and her thoughts flew to a distant place. The jade son unexpectedly tightly pursues behind her.

She went back to the dance academy to find teacher Lin from the Department of folk dance and asked for a day off to meet the people in her hometown.

Miss Lin thought for a while and didn't agree: "Qiuhe, I have applied for the provincial dance competition in December for you. Now you are very short of time. In my opinion, if you meet people from your hometown, you can keep it after the game. "

Qiuhe knows that he can't see Tao Huizhen and yu'er, so he can only reply and refuse. She discussed with teacher Lin: "can I practice peacock dance?"

"No

"Then what do I practice?"

"Follow the course. You are now in Yunyi. You are a dance student in the Department of folk dance. It's not the country girl who can only dance peacock before. That's just your starting line, not the end. Peacock dance is a dance full of Dai customs. You are Dai people, but it doesn't mean you want to inherit Dai culture. To learn folk dance, we need to master the rich culture, regional color, dance history and art forms of various nationalities. "

"Peacock dance is only a small part of Dai dance, just the tip of the iceberg of the whole national dance department, a small representative. What's the significance of sticking to this? We should lay a good foundation for the culture of all ethnic groups and the body. You can do any dance well and infect the spectators. "

"Remember what I said, Qiuhe, you will be a dancer, not a cultural inheritor. Don't be too rigid in a certain field. For dance, you have to be creative. Go and practice your body and spirit. Go. " Mr. Lin waved.

Then, Miss Lin took a deep look at Qiuhe.

Qiu he turns around and walks on the way to the dance room, shaking his head. The teaching ideas of Mr. Lin and Tao Huizhen are different. What Tao Huizhen advocates is that every dancer has her own field, or grace or savvy. Her future brilliance must be in her field. Therefore, Tao Huizhen stresses teaching students in accordance with their aptitude. Mr. Lin is on the contrary, but is it reasonable? Qiuhe agrees that she is not a cultural inheritor. In cloud art, she does start from scratch.

When she came to the door of the dance room, she thought that yu'er must be practicing hard and preparing for the provincial competition. All of a sudden, she was full of fighting spirit. I put the towel around my neck and practiced for a long time.

What flashed through my mind is the color interweaving of spiritual culture and material culture of various nationalities.