Many years later, Tao Xiaoshan looked at this square stage, with its bright red ribbons and noisy gongs and drums. It seemed as if his whole life had been spent on this square stage. There was no spring, summer, autumn and winter, only the joys and sorrows of the two worlds before and after Hudumen.
Leader Tao suppressed the turbulent emotions in his heart, cupped his fists and raised his hands, and bowed deeply to the parents in the audience, but his eyes were already blurred by tears. "The drama is as big as the sky!" The old mentor's voice seemed to still be ringing in his ears, mixed with the voices of those who had protected him, helped him, and harmed him. The old man slowly straightened up and looked at the world that belonged to his little actor.