"The fan opens and closes, the gongs and drums sound and then fall silent"
A gentle and melancholy song.
The people who were about to leave couldn't help but stop and turn to look at the stage.
Hundreds of eyes fell on Hu Yibao.
"Oh! That's interesting!"
“This song is very beautiful.”
"What new song is this? I've never heard of it before."
"Listen to this song before you leave."
The people who had originally left took their seats one after another.
Some people took out their mobile phones while laughing and took pictures of Hu Yibao, who was dressed as a clown on the stage.
The singing continues.
"Who can tell the truth about the love in the play?"
"I am used to putting all my joys, sorrows, anger and happiness into my makeup"
"What if the old sayings are exposed?"
“The bones and ashes are all mine”
Hu Wenchang looked at Hu Yibao's back, his eyes a little moist.
What is being sung is the Peking Opera of today.
Although they sang one "outdated" opera after another, they never gave up.
With the Hu family troupe, he travels to various major stages.
The purpose is to continue the national quintessence.
It will not be cut off in the hands of this generation.
"In troubled times, floating duckweed cannot bear to watch the flames of war burn the mountains and rivers"
“Even though I am in a low position, I dare not forget my country.”
“Even if no one knows me”
Hu Yibao looked down at the people in the audience.
When the country was in ruins, opera still stood tall and supported the motherland with its unique cultural attitude.
It continues to thrive and is passed down to this day.
Opera is the heritage of China.
It is a culture unique to China.
How could you, the people, eliminate it just by saying a few mocking words?
The quintessence of Chinese culture will never go out of style.
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