Shangmaqiao

On the banks of the Wan River, the incense of Luo's ancestral hall has lasted for sixty years. From the sharing of porridge in the ancestral hall during the famine years, to the separation of ethnic groups during the wave of migrant workers; from the silent guarding in front of the memorial tablets, to the hesitation of scanning the family tree with the QR code. Three generations of people have lived, left and returned on this polder. When the last temple guardian handed over the key, the river fog cleared and the new bridge opened to traffic - the separated roots were finally reconnected in the new era...