The soul traveled through Qi Tongwei and ruined Liang Ping's dream of living a comfortable life

After everyone's unremitting efforts, the village gradually recovered its former vitality after the mudslide. The newly restored facilities are more complete and beautiful than before, attracting more tourists.

On a sunny spring day, the village welcomed a pair of special tourists, Xiaoming and Xiaomei, a couple who were about to get married. They were attracted by the tranquility and beauty of the village and decided to take wedding photos here to capture the beautiful moments of their love.

"Honey, this place is so beautiful, it's exactly the place of our dreams." Xiaomei held Xiaoming's arm, a happy smile on her face.

"Yes, we must leave the best memories here." Xiao Ming looked at Xiao Mei affectionately.

When the villagers learned their purpose, they all offered to help. Aunt Zhao took out her treasured hand-embroidered red veil and lent it to Xiaomei for taking photos.

"This is what I used when I got married. I hope it can bring you good luck." Aunt Zhao said with a smile.

The photographer looked for the best shooting angle in every corner of the village. The sweet figures of Xiao Ming and Xiao Mei were all captured in the sea of ​​flowers, beside the rice fields, and under the ancient trees.

On summer nights, a unique bonfire party was held by the lotus pond, with tourists and villagers sitting around, singing and dancing.

"Everyone come together and jump!" the village chief shouted excitedly.

The flames lit up everyone's face, and the laughter echoed in the night sky. The children in the village shuttled and played in the crowd, waving glow sticks in their hands, like a group of happy elves.

A tourist named Aqiang was infected by the joyful atmosphere. He walked onto the stage, picked up the microphone and sang a soulful song.

"Thank you for making me feel real happiness." Tears of emotion flashed in Aqiang's eyes.

With the arrival of autumn, the village held a harvest festival. The golden wheat waves rolled in the wind, and the fruit trees were full of heavy fruits.

"This year is another year of bumper harvest!" Uncle Zhang couldn't stop smiling as he looked at the full warehouse of grain.

During the celebration, villagers displayed their labor achievements and held various interesting competitions, such as wheat harvesting competition and fruit picking competition. Tourists also actively participated in the competition and experienced the joy of the harvest.

However, at this time, some discordant voices appeared in the village. Some young villagers began to feel tired of the traditional farming life and were eager to venture into the outside world.

"We can't stay in this village forever. I want to develop in a big city," Xiao Li said to his parents.

"Child, this is our root. It's not so good out there." The parents tried their best to dissuade him.

This caused a big discussion in the village, and everyone had different opinions on the future development direction of the village.

In winter, heavy snow fell in the village, and the whole village was covered with white snow, like a kingdom of ice and snow.

A poet who was traveling alone came here and was deeply shocked by the beautiful scenery before him.

"This is the purest poetry of nature," the poet murmured to himself.

He settled down in the village and walked in the snow every day, looking for inspiration for his creations.

At the same time, in order to attract more tourists, some businesses in the village began to over-develop some tourism projects, destroying the ecological balance of the village.

"We can't go on like this. We must protect the village's environment." Environmental volunteer Mr. Wang stood up.

She organized villagers to carry out environmental protection activities, clean up garbage and plant trees.

"Let's take action for our home." Teacher Wang's call was responded to by everyone.

With everyone's joint efforts, the village's ecological environment has gradually improved.

It's spring again, and the sea of ​​flowers in the village is blooming again. The breeze blows gently, and the petals fall like snow, as if covering the ground with a colorful velvet carpet. In this sea of ​​flowers, a young girl named Lin Yue is holding a drawing board, concentrating on depicting the beautiful scenery in front of her.

"Wow, what a beautiful painting!" A clear voice sounded behind her. Lin Yue turned around and saw a little boy staring at her painting curiously.

"Little boy, do you like it?" Lin Yue asked with a smile.

"I like it! Sister, can you teach me how to draw?" The little boy blinked his big eyes.

"Of course." Lin Yue agreed happily.

As spring deepens, the village welcomes a group of special guests - a group of primary school students from the city. They come to participate in rural experience activities.

"Wow, the air here is so fresh!" a little girl shouted excitedly.

The villagers received them warmly, took them to visit the farmland and taught them how to sow and water the crops.

"So this is how crops are grown. It's not easy!" said a little boy, wiping the sweat from his forehead.

Beside the lotus pond in summer, the moonlight is like water. An old couple walks hand in hand on the path.

"My dear, we have lived in this village all our lives. We are so lucky," said the grandfather with emotion.

"Yes, I am really happy to see the village getting better and better." Grandma's face was filled with a satisfied smile.

At this time, a melodious flute sound was heard. It turned out that it was Amin, a young man from the village, who was playing the flute.

"The flute sounds so beautiful." Tourists stopped to listen.

In autumn, the rice fields are golden and farmers are busy harvesting. Horse-drawn carts loaded with rice shuttle along the ridges of the fields.

"This year is another year of bumper harvest!" Uncle Li smiled heartily.

In the village market, there is a wide variety of agricultural products on display, and tourists are rushing to buy them.

"These sweet potatoes are big and sweet. Give me a few pounds." said a tourist.

"Okay, take it." The stall owner responded enthusiastically.

However, as the village became more and more well-known, it also attracted the covetousness of some unscrupulous businessmen who attempted to buy the villagers' land at low prices and develop commercial properties.

"This is our home, we won't sell it no matter how much money you offer!" The villagers united and resolutely resisted.

The village chief said loudly: "We can't destroy the foundation of future generations for the sake of temporary benefits!"

In winter, when it snows heavily, the children in the village build snowmen of various shapes in the snow.

"Look at my snowman, isn't it the most beautiful?" a little girl said proudly.

At this time, a photographer came to the village. He was moved by the children's innocent smiles and decided to take a set of promotional photos for the village.

"I want more people to see this beautiful place," the photographer said passionately.

After the photos were posted online, they attracted widespread attention and more tourists came to visit.

But what followed was a lack of reception capacity, and tourists began to complain about poor accommodation conditions and inadequate catering services.

"What should we do?" the village chief was worried.

The villagers put forward suggestions one after another, some proposed expanding the homestay, and some suggested training service staff.

With everyone's joint efforts, the village's tourism services have gradually improved.

As spring turns to summer, the village continues to gain popularity. The lotus pond becomes greener under the scorching sun, and the lotus flowers stand tall and graceful like fairies. One hot afternoon, a famous painter came to the village. He was deeply attracted by the lotus pond and decided to stay here for a while to find inspiration for his creations.

"This is simply the most outstanding masterpiece of nature. I must present it perfectly on the canvas." The painter said excitedly.

The villagers were full of curiosity about the painter and came to watch him paint.

"Your painting is so lifelike that it feels like the lotus is coming alive," a villager exclaimed.

The painter smiled and responded: "It is this beautiful scenery that gives me endless inspiration."

On summer nights, the village held an open-air movie. The screen was full of villagers and tourists, who were eating watermelons and immersed in the plot of the movie.

"I haven't felt this way for a long time. It's so comfortable." said a tourist with emotion.

"This is life." The villager next to him smiled and said.

As autumn approaches, the village welcomes the harvest season. In the orchard, red apples hang on the branches, and golden pears bend the branches. Fruit farmers are busy picking fruits, their faces filled with the joy of a good harvest.

"This year's fruits are big and sweet, and will definitely sell for a good price." Fruit farmer Lao Zhang smiled so hard that his eyes narrowed into slits.

At this time, a fruit wholesaler came to the orchard. He was attracted by the quality of the fruits here and wanted to purchase them in large quantities.

"Lao Zhang, I want all your fruits. The price is negotiable," said the wholesaler.

Lao Zhang hesitated: "The price is good, but so many fruits have to be sold at once, and the tourists in the village want to try some."

Finally, after some discussion, the two sides reached a satisfactory agreement.

However, in this harvest season, an unexpected incident occurred in the village. A tourist accidentally fell into the river while playing, but was fortunately rescued in time by a passing villager.

"If it weren't for you, I would have lost my life. Thank you so much!" said the tourist with lingering fear.

"You're welcome. It's my duty." The villager who saved the man smiled innocently.

This incident attracted the attention of the village chief, who immediately organized villagers to add warning signs along the river and strengthen security patrols.

In winter, snow flutters down and the village becomes a world of silver. On the ski slope, there is constant laughter and joy.

"Wow, this is so thrilling!" a first-time skiing tourist shouted excitedly.

Ski instructor Xiao Li patiently instructed the tourists: "Don't be anxious, keep your body balanced and keep your center of gravity forward."

At this time, an investor took a fancy to the village's skiing resources and wanted to build a larger ski resort here.

"This is a rare opportunity for the village, but we cannot damage the environment." The village chief called a meeting of villagers to discuss the matter.

The villagers expressed their opinions, some supported it, while others worried that it would disrupt the tranquility of the village.

After a heated discussion, everyone finally decided to cooperate with investors on the premise of protecting the environment.

In the new spring, the village is full of vigor and vitality. The sea of ​​flowers that once witnessed countless joys and stories is now more splendid and dazzling. The breeze blows gently, the fragrance of flowers fills the air, attracting bees and butterflies to fly. A young poet walks among them, muttering to himself.

"This fragrant breath and these lively colors are all poems bestowed by nature." The poet said intoxicatedly.

The villagers nearby came over curiously and asked, "Young man, what are you talking about?"

The poet smiled and explained: "I am writing a poem for this sea of ​​flowers. I want to record its beauty forever."

The villagers all gave thumbs up: "What a culture!"

As spring deepens, the village welcomes a group of artists who bring paintbrushes and cameras and want to record the beauty of the village in their own way.

"Every blade of grass and every tree here is full of artistic atmosphere," said a painter with emotion.

The villagers warmly entertained them, providing them with accommodation and food, and the artists responded with their own works, with beautiful paintings hanging all over the walls of the village.

On a summer night, with stars twinkling in the sky, a grand concert was held in the village. On the stage, the singers sang to their heart's content, and the audience swayed to the rhythm.

"This song is so beautiful, I don't want to leave." A tourist shouted excitedly.

"Haha, then just stay a few more days." The villager next to him responded with a smile.

In autumn, the golden rice fields stretch as far as the eye can see, like a golden ocean. Farmers work hard, their faces filled with the joy of a good harvest.

"The harvest is good this year, it's another bumper year!" Grandpa Wang was carrying a bundle of rice, smiling from ear to ear.

At this time, trucks drove into the village. It turned out that they were supermarkets from the city coming to purchase food.

"Uncle, your rice is of good quality. We want it all," said the buyer.

Uncle Wang was a little hesitant: "Can the price be higher? Ours are all grown naturally."

After some bargaining, the two sides reached a satisfactory price.

However, just as everyone was immersed in the joy of the harvest, a sudden rainstorm hit the village, many crops were damaged and the roads were washed away.

"What should we do?" The villagers were worried.

The village chief immediately organized everyone to start self-rescue: "Don't panic, let's work together and we will definitely get through this difficult time!"

The villagers took action to repair roads and replant crops.

In the cold winter, heavy snow fell, and the whole village seemed to be covered with a pure white quilt. The world was quiet, and only the sound of children playing happily in the snow broke the quiet atmosphere. They ran and played in the snow, enjoying the happy time brought to them by nature.

"Look at my snowman, it's much prettier than yours!" A child proudly showed off his work to his friends.

"No, my snowman is the best!" another child retorted, not to be outdone.

While the children were having fun, a philanthropist quietly walked into the small village. He was deeply moved by the scene before him. Looking at the innocent smiles of the children and the hardworking and simple figures of the villagers, a warm current surged in his heart. The philanthropist was impressed by the villagers' tenacious spirit and optimistic attitude and decided to do something for the village.

"I hope I can provide you with some help and make this village a better place." The philanthropist said to the villagers sincerely.

After hearing this, the villagers were so excited that tears welled up in their eyes. They held the philanthropist's hands tightly and expressed their gratitude. "You are really our great benefactor! With your help, our lives will definitely get better and better."

With the joint efforts of philanthropists and villagers, the roads in the village have been repaired, the school has been renovated, and a library has been built. The living standards of the villagers have gradually improved, and their lives are getting better and better.

In this winter, although the weather is cold, people's hearts are particularly warm. The good deeds of philanthropists are like the warm sun in winter, illuminating everyone's heart. And the scene of children playing happily in the snow has become the most beautiful scenery of this village.