Zhengzhou Trip - Only Henan

Only Henan. It should be the Nth time. It's like a process of tracing roots. From ancient times to the present. Bit by bit, breaking in, bit by bit, understanding, bit by bit, being shocked, bit by bit, thoughts flying. Li Jia Village Theater. Every time I watch it, I still end up in tears. The continuation of life is the sacrifice of generation after generation. It is also a series of choices we face at each stage. Generation after generation, each with different missions, but each generation strives desperately to pave the way for the next. It feels like the weight of life is very heavy. Tianzi Jia Liu Theater. When the phrase 'Great kindness does not need to be thanked' is spoken. I still get teary-eyed. 'Remember', this word, is scorching hot, yet so small and insignificant. Just because of 'remember', we cannot resign. Just because of 'remember', we cannot be heartless. Just because of 'remember', we will 'remember' for a lifetime. The wheels of history are like a long scroll engraved over many years. Our 'remembering' is the 'bloodline' engraved deep in our souls, once awakened, it surges endlessly. The play performed in the form of a drama. Besides the actors' skills, the compactness of the play, the depth of the content, and the thought-provoking implications allow our hearts to touch the bottom, with a reverence for history and a more pragmatic reflection on the future. The baptism of art, I think, is sometimes the mainstay that supports a rich vitality. It will allow you to sing 'As long as the heart is there, the dream is there, there is still true love between heaven and earth. Look at success and failure with grandeur, it's just starting over again.' even in the lowest valleys. If, in this world, you are left with only yourself for company, at least there is still strength within to encourage yourself to stand up again. This is the silent and subtle power of art. Only when we are sufficiently abundant can our hearts be strong enough. Night. With a slight cool breeze. Being with a lover is romantic. Sometimes, being with friends is also a kind of comfortable romance. Watching a play together, being shocked together, queuing together, crying together, laughing together, being happy together, walking through a certain moment of a certain day or night together—lengthening the shadows, making the moonlight bright, illuminating the way home.