Bamboo Keeper

[The 3rd Reading Intangible Cultural Heritage Bronze Award] After my father died in a car accident, my mother became even more obsessed with weaving bamboo. Grandpa's reaction was the same as when grandma passed away. But it was a winding mountain road that my father had driven hundreds of times. There was no perpetrator and the person was missing under surveillance. How could it be an accident? In order to find out the truth, Jiang Xinyue returned to this weird Bamboo Art Village in Daoming Town. When she was at the height of the bamboo, she deciphered the message: "We are still alive." Only then did I realize that my grandpa was not an ordinary farmer, but was quietly doing something big. And this matter has been passed down by the bamboo guardians for two thousand years...