When my mother's late-stage gastric cancer bill hit her face, my senior brother was live broadcasting the mass production of my ancestral bamboo pattern - in the pungent aroma of chemical dyes, I smelled the rotten smell of dying intangible cultural heritage. "The hand speed of the e-sports champion has become a laughing stock? When I made up the 'Blood Blade Bamboo Knife' in the mountain village live broadcast, millions of players carnival night, foreign plagiarism lawyer's letter has been covered with old door panels." The Taiwanese businessman's widow handed over a million-dollar order: "Chemical dyeing is prohibited, otherwise there is no need to discuss!" '
I squeezed the bone knife of the descendant of the Li people and saw the answer in the palm prints of the split bamboo silk——
Either let the ancient skills be dyed with the blood of the new era, or rot with them in the glass cabinets of the museum.
