Quietly ask the holy monk whether her daughter is beautiful or not - a photographic documentary of Chinese square dance

In the evening, I watched the square dance seriously. The accompaniment was the "Quietly Ask the Holy Monk, Is My Daughter Beautiful". Shocked, thick knuckles sliding blindly in the air, waist turning awkwardly, not at all graceful, inhuman, not cathartic, not lyrical, neither intoxicated nor narcissistic, it is the hand that breastfeeds, the hand that has changed the diaper, the hand that moves the spatula , has nothing to do with beauty.