Hundred Birds Toward the Phoenix Prose

The town of Wushuang is located on the back of the 800-mile Qin River, and its streets are filled with suona sounds. In the past, whose family did not take pride in inviting Master Jiao Sanjiu to their wedding, and whose family did not look forward to the "Hundred Birds Towards the Phoenix" to appease the spirits of the dead? Two generations later, foreign bands have taken over the scenery, and materialism has finally overwhelmed the simple village. "In the past, when the suona maker sat on the master's chair, the filial sons and grandsons knelt down and thanked him profusely. But now, who the hell still takes us suona makers seriously?" How can the blood of Master Jiao San's brass and the perseverance of his disciple Tianming's bone marrow redeem the legacy of The Hundred Birds Toward the Phoenix? That can no longer hear the sound of the suona, but once in the yellow earth full of sand, how many souls support ah!

How many cold and hot days do you have to stand on the waterfront before you can use the water to run through the reeds? How many times do you have to listen to birdsong in the bushes to make ventriloquism come alive? Pity another year of reed bank water and grass, but ultimately can not hide the traditional craftsmanship inch by inch barren. The children who used to wear heavy rain and wet clothes have now become the watchmen of "the wind and rain are as bad as the sun, the rooster is still crowing". Just such a watchman, the flashy . The society who can give him half a star and half a point of light?

Jiao three masters short grave last resounded in front of the "hundred birds to the phoenix", in the end is to whom the elegy? After the great rise, then decline, after the great beauty and sadness. The camera is a distant back, is the national culture of the torture: how to go, how to continue? The first thing you need to do is to write the obituary of the "intangible cultural heritage" and send it to the ground.

No, it will not. No, it won't. "When the suona sounds, a hundred birds are kings." Phoenix dancing feathers, in the center of this chaotic pale universe, it is the legend of the sky, is the direction of all things worship. The world is still looking forward to the phoenix nirvana, Chinese traditional culture can regain the light.

Director Wu Tianming died at the end of the song "Birds Dance to the Phoenix". Will those who come after him remember the wish conveyed in his movie, so that the artisanal heart and legend that has long been dusty can wake up once again?