On the last day of National Day, dozens of guzheng instruments were playing on the Jialing River in Nanchong, and I caught a soft leg on the top of the boat

On October 7th, the last day of the National Day holiday, I had planned to finish filming and submit some materials. As a result, when we arrived at the Qinghui Pavilion Pier in Nanchong, we saw that a large cruise ship was firmly docked on the shore, with over a hundred people gathered in a lively manner, including the elderly and the young in the middle. The most eye-catching thing is the ethnic costumes, the silver ornaments of the Miao ethnic group, the shawls of the Yi ethnic group... Before I even boarded the ship, I took dozens of photos just at the sight of the dock.
       This is the scene of the "Celebrating the Motherland with the Sound of Guzheng · Celebrating the Birthday with the Full Moon" Nanchong Hundred Guzheng Live Scene Activity. Organized by Shunqing District Bureau of Culture, Radio, Television and Tourism and Sichuan Jialingjiang Cultural and Tourism Group, with the assistance of Shunqing District Cultural Center, Nanchong Self Media Association and other units.
       Then, I followed President Peng Xiaoping of the Nanchong Self Media Association and boarded the ship together.

More than a hundred people boarded the ship in batches and set up guzheng stands. I stood beside me holding my camera, so close that I could see the tape wrapped around the little girl's fingertips at the front.
As soon as my hand fell, 'Love Me China' exploded from the top of my head.
        It's not a recording, it's not a sound system, it's really dozens of hands plucking strings at the same time. How to say that sound? It's not something that can be contained by the words "pleasant to listen to". It's the vibration of the strings that travels along the ship's planks to the soles of the feet. The river breeze blows again, and the entire chest cavity buzzes with it. I originally wanted to take a close-up, but my hands shook so much that I couldn't even focus properly. So I decided to put down the camera and stare for more than ten seconds.

The ship sailed out of Qinghui Pavilion Pier and sailed upstream against the Jialing River. I ran back and forth on the boat with my camera, sometimes taking pictures of the people playing on the top of the boat, and sometimes lying on the side of the boat taking pictures of both sides. Along the way, I crossed three major bridges. When the bridge hole was pressed over from the top, the light suddenly dimmed, and the sound of music echoed in the bridge hole. The feeling was - I'm out of words, really, it's just goosebumps all over my body.
        The wind blew the corners of the performer's clothes with a loud thud, but his hands were steady and not a single note drifted. There is a big sister wearing a Tibetan robe whose hair has been blown and covered her face. She doesn't even lift her eyelids and still bounces.

Both sides of the Taiwan Strait are full of people. Those who took pictures with their phones, shouted "good" on the boat, and watched with their grandsons around their necks. Looking down from the boat, my eyes were filled with crowds of people and smiling faces, making it very lively.
       The sunset hit the river, dragging a golden light from the stern of the ship, and the sound of the qin had not stopped yet. A female college student wearing Miao ethnic clothing next to me finished playing the last set of notes, took a deep breath, smiled at me, and said, "My hands are numb from playing, but it's satisfying
       Well, I also find it satisfying. This National Day is worth it.