A group of craftsmen hugged each other for warmth, gathered together, leaned against each other, and moved forward tragically. They are the people around me. Many of them are product suppliers for other inheritors and product props providers for various intangible cultural heritage activities, and they belong to the lowest level of craftsmen. Most of them are highly skilled.
These people all have more or less obvious character or mental defects, or they are honest street performers, and they are a group of people living at the bottom. Most of them have suffered severe psychological trauma, lack a sense of security, treat others simply, are not good at socializing, lack understanding of the development of the current era and the underlying logic of society, and find it difficult to enter the mainstream of society.
What I record is the true story of myself and my companions, defying hardships, working hard, and surviving tenaciously.
Purpose: The cultural heritage of a nation carries the nation's sense of identity and pride.