The Ship Is Filled with Flowers and Stars

In the village at the foot of Dazao Mountain, in the evening, drums sounded on time, and several old people with flowers on their waists and fans in their hands sang and danced around a beautiful flower boat. Sheng Xiaoxing's grandfather has a dream. He hopes to perform on a big stage one day. "Grandpa, don't think about it. Who wants to watch such a tacky performance?" "Girl, you don't understand! The flower boat tune is a cultural heritage left by our ancestors. It has its own unique beauty. We need both refined and popular people to appreciate it. This should be passed on!"