Tour around Taipa, chrysanthemum garden, drum music, glutinous rice dumplings.
My grandma asked me to watch the dragon boat, but I didn't want to watch the dragon boat. I watched the chicken.
The chicken is big, take it to sell...
Every Xiguan Xilu will sing this song "Taipan Zhuan". This is the version modified by my grandmother. There is an extra sentence at the end - no singing, just reading, as if explaining something:
"As soon as the drumming stopped, I came back to find my grandma."
Grandma died in front of the lion awakening drum, holding half of the drumstick in her hand. The new scratches on the drum surface looked like something she had written with her last breath. On the last page of the handwritten drum score, there is a picture of the parade float of Wuzhou Longmu Temple, with a line of small words next to it: "It's not an accident."
Chen Yu, who came from the provincial department, was also checking the drum. Every question he asked went back to the night when grandma died - he had a bill in his hand, and she also had a bill in her hand. The two orders have not matched up to this day.
No one is willing to investigate what happened twenty years ago. I'm an investigative reporter and I do my own research.
The drumming stopped. Grandma, I'm back.
Purpose: Based on the folk custom of lion dance in Lingnan, it is about a woman's truth-seeking and self-growth spanning twenty years - you have to beat the drum by yourself and walk the road by yourself.