Through art, the narrative of "folk customs" is brought back to the surface from the spring snow to make the static cultural heritage become a real life again. In Zhang Gafu's music, the expression of grounded gas, vivid and interesting singing of the northwest tableland family affairs, joys and sorrows, joys and sorrows, reopens in front of the public.

He's singing about concrete pictures, stories that happen here every day.

So we heard in "Spring Warm Flowers Bloom Again," "A Donkey Baby who cried out, stand and stand, and when I can't climb, carry me on my back, Spring Warm Flowers Bloom Again." In "New Year's Day to Grandma," I heard "a plastic bag pulled my hand, and a can for Grandma." In "Gansu Dolls," I hear "the dolls in Gansu 'C', 'Why, it's good, they've got a long heartache, C', and they're struggling to read in a cold window, C'. Gosh, they need to get ready, C'...