Depiction：
With the advance of urbanization, the traditional spiritual culture in the rural operas has
been overwhelmed; the rich and colorful old operas have gradually lost their soil for
survival. Those earthy and genuine expressions, immersed in the sound of gongs and
drums coupling with ups and downs of the plot, have been the most hearty scenery.
Without any disguise, without worldly taboos, only those soulful moments solidified into
statues. As the vicissitudes of increasingly turn into pieces of yellowed letters, and one
day when you inadvertently open the memories sealed for many years, those vivid faces,
frozen in the eternal years, have already become symbols, solidified into undying artistic
lives. This is the continuation of ancient culture over thousands of years, as well as the
release and proclamation of the pure emotions. Touched by authenticity of that moment,
interactions of the resonating souls, and those eternal impressions I’ve recorded...
