Song of the World

In the previous dynasty, Wanyi Su Wanmo once moved the palace walls with her "Neon Clothes", but she did not bother to be a plaything in the hands of the powerful anymore. Once she was living in the market, she started out in the mist and rain of Bianliang and headed south of the Yangtze River with half a volume of fragments of music in her pocket. On the way, she met A Tao, a farm girl who struggled to survive by learning to dance in order to treat her brother's illness. She also met Qing Luo, who was born in a Jiaofangsi, guarded the pipa passed down by her mother, and despised rigid elegant music. Three girls, each with their own obsessions. A Tao originally learned to dance for a few ounces of silver, but he gained the confidence to escape his fate with every move. Even though he was tempted by a lot of money, he always kept his original intention of dancing; Qing Luo was originally a dancer trapped in the rules of the studio, and the pipa at her fingertips hid her mother's last wish, but through the integration with the people in the market, she understood that music should be full of fireworks to be moving. They stripped off the complicated coat of palace dance music, mixed the sand-stepping steps of the Western Regions into the lotus-picking charm of the Jiangnan, let the Persian spices mix with the aroma of the Uighur barbecue, and danced through the forgery field; let the aunts with bound feet step on the drums of the barbarians, and let the merchants shake the rattles of the south of the Yangtze River, and danced the most lively steps beside the bonfire in the poplar forest. Food, clothing, housing and transportation are all mixed together, and the dance and music are full of all kinds of human beings - no restraints from palace walls, no applause from the powerful, only different tones and different dance steps, woven into a continuous tap song in the fireworks. When the bell of the pack team rang, they set off on their way back to the south of the Yangtze River. There was no dance music handed down from ancient times in their luggage, only the warmth of their clothes: They failed to change the world, but they planted the joy of dance into the wind of Bianliang, the sand of Ganzhou, the rain of Jiangnan, and also into the hearts of all living beings.