Strengthening cultural confidence and promoting traditional culture has always been the eternal melody of the Chinese nation.
More and more people gathered in front of the square.
Many security personnel have begun to intervene to prevent stampedes.
Shen Xian carried Qing Qing on his shoulders, and Zhou Wan stood beside him.
A stage has been built in the middle of the square, where traditional lion dances and flower boat parades are performed.
These are some traditional folk programs in southern Anhui.
People south of the Yangtze River, or in southern Anhui, attach great importance to these traditional folk cultures.
The best preserved traditional culture is the Chaoshan parade, which has its own characteristics.
Chen Xian didn't know where he was from, but he grew up in southern Anhui, so he was very interested in these dragon and lion dances.
There was also a huge display board on the stage, which was cut into a hundred small display boards, all covered with black cloth.
That should be the theme needed for poetry.
"There are three minutes left before the fireworks show and dragon dance. Are you ready?" The host was a woman holding a microphone and spoke in a sweet voice.
"We're ready!" There was a lot of noise below, but the tone was uniform.
In the distance, in an open area, rows of fireworks have been neatly placed there.
The entire Nanzhou is a no-fire zone, and it is very difficult for people living in the city to watch fireworks.
Many children have never seen what fireworks look like since they were born.
That's Qingqing.
So this fireworks show, whether adults or children, is very much anticipated and excited.
"Ten seconds left!"
"Five seconds until the fireworks show!"
"five!"
"Four!"
"three!"
"two!"
"one!"
Boom boom boom!
The electronic ignition started at the same time, and suddenly, gorgeous fireworks rushed into the sky, colorfully lighting up the sky, which was very gorgeous and blurry.
Fireworks fell like rain.
It makes everyone's face shine brightly.
"Wow, it's beautiful."
“How romantic!”
"Baby, will you marry me?" Under the sky full of fireworks, many brave young people were hugging and kissing each other.
Then the man knelt on the ground, handed over the ring in his hand, and began to propose to his beloved woman.
This caused the onlookers to applaud.
Zhou Wan was also extremely moved, and there was envy in his eyes behind his sunglasses.
This is the case with people who are love-brained.
"What's the point of proposing in such a dry way? Why don't you go on stage and write a poem? Write a poem, it will be so romantic!" Someone in the crowd suddenly spoke up.
The woman covered her mouth and said to the man, "Yes, go on stage and beg."
Seeing this, the man strode towards the stage.
Regardless of whether he can write poetry or not, he has to go on stage.
Because what women want is not results, but attitude.
The host smiled and said, "Do you want to write a poem?"
"No, I want to propose to my girlfriend!" the man said loudly, then tore off a piece of black cloth on the display board, revealing the title on it.
Please write poetry with love.
But the man in his early twenties scratched his head, then spoke loudly into the microphone: "Li Shanshan, I love you, I love you like a mouse loves rice, will you marry me!"
Ha ha!
Everyone burst into laughter.
But the woman smiled and nodded.
The man walked off the stage and hugged the woman under the sky full of fireworks. The crowd began to applaud, witnessing the love between the young couple.
Shen Xian was also clapping.
"You take good care of Qingqing, I'm going to get the one million." Chen Xian rubbed his hands together.
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