Twenty-eight-year-old Lin Wanhe is a glamorous planning director in the city, but he was pulled back to his hometown called Qingyun Village when his grandmother received a call that she was critically ill. Vacant old houses, desolate fields, villages with only old people and children left, everything is strange and familiar.
When my grandma died, she left behind a yellowed notebook filled with neat small letters, which contained dozens of old crafts and folk rituals that were about to be lost. The words "Don't forget our roots" made Lin Wanhe quit his job, take a camera and a voice recorder, and embark on the road of recording and inheritance.
From the bamboo weaving of Grandpa Li, an old bamboo maker, to the blue calico of Grandma Wang, from the dragon boat making that has been suspended for ten years, to the peasant proverbs about solar terms that no one has ever sung - she visits villages and households, using images and words to salvage the cultural memories scattered among the people. Tao Ye, who returned to his hometown to start a business, advocated commercial development, while she insisted on protecting her true identity. The two had different ideas, but they gradually understood each other during the collision and worked together to rejuvenate the old craftsmanship.
Cultural classrooms, intangible cultural heritage cooperatives, local memory halls... As more and more young people return to their roots, Lin Wanhe understands: protecting the heritage is not an elegy, but the starting point for passing on the legacy.
This is a story about remembering where you came from and seeing the distance. Gentle, realistic, and eloquent.
Purpose: From the perspective of young people who have returned to their hometowns, we will record and inherit the traditional rural handicrafts, folk culture and farming customs that are about to disappear, and show the vitality of local culture in the new era.