In the early years of the Republic of China, there was an ancient town like this, with bluestone roads, Jiaodong drums, and opera and literature, shrouded in the fog of the countryside.
The oldest alley is often the most prosperous, and is called Xilongwen Alley. It is said that it was built some years ago when the Manchus entered the customs. Because the moss growing in the gaps between the bluestones on the road created a dragon-shaped pattern during the heyday of Kangxi and Qianlong, the alley became famous. Officials from the Qing Dynasty came here to proclaim the dragon's favor, named it Longwen Alley, and carved a book and erected a monument at the head of the alley. (The voice-over fades and an old man's voice comes out)
"This stone tablet has never rested since it was erected. It has only taken a nap in the shade of the sunset and elm trees, and washed its hair in the wind and rain. It is estimated to be one or two hundred years old."
"Then it's older than grandpa?" (Young child voice)
"Not only is he older than your grandfather, he was born earlier than your grandfather's grandfather."
"Then why did Mr. He Liu from Zhenkou still pull it out?"
"Because it looks like an eyesore and blocks people's way to promotion and wealth! This guy, it doesn't matter if he cuts off his braids, he's just afraid that he won't recognize his ancestors. He's learned a little bit about Western scenes, so he can show off so hard that he can't tell who is the real master." (The voice weakens and the actor comes on stage)
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