He was once a grassroots guzheng player who couldn't even pay the rent.
Relying on the entertainment memories in dreams, I walked through the darkest struggle between the bottom line and survival.
Capital forced him to plagiarize in exchange for fame and fortune, but he refused;
Conservatives scolded him for being an internet celebrity, but he tolerated it;
From becoming a god in Times Square to reaching the top of the global tour,
He used the guzheng to break the circle and let new folk music resound around the world.
But a sudden car accident,
Let his fingertips lose control and the sound of broken strings become silent,
Falling from the top of the world into the abyss, the team is separated and the glory is gone.
Everyone in the world laughs at him because he has exhausted all his talents and is a short-lived flash in the pan.
But he re-understood the true meaning of folk music in the dust——
It's not a solo performance, it's not a one-time glory,
It uses the soul as the score and the heart as the string, so that all members can become gods.
The guzheng fixes the soul, the pipa makes the rhyme, the drama hides the emotions, and the suona calms the scene!
This time, he will not be the king in front of the stage, but only the ferryman of folk music.
Use sin as a string, pain as a song, and inheritance as a lifelong belief.
Although the string is broken, the sound remains. He wants the whole world to hear the voice of the East!
Intention: To hold the strings in the dust and play folk music with love