Mr. Jiao, played by Mr. Tao Zeru, is not angry and arrogant most of the time, but several movie jokes around the dining table are also humorous. Mr Jiao is the image of traditional strict father in China. He smiled at Tian Ming for the first time. As a teenager, Tian Ming hid among reeds and learned to sing. Master hid behind him and responded to him with birds. The second time was the first time that Tian Ming, the monitor, accepted the job and bought him tobacco leaves and liquor. Mr. Jiao was flushed, so excited that he took out a suona and blew it into a drunken coma in the room, which was quite charming. Finally, Tian Ming took over the master's suona, and the master and apprentice completed the swan song of "A hundred birds pay homage to the phoenix". This is the last time for Master Jiao to see his apprentice, suona, and his devotion and love all his life. His body is exhausted, but he knows that his life has already been integrated into the core of the suona and cast into the copper tube of the suona, and his descendants will continue to live this life.

Director Wu is probably the epitome of these two people. Every time someone calls "Dawn" in the movie, my heart will be touched inexplicably. A director sitting in front of a monitor or standing behind an actor should be more interesting. The 72-year-old director Wu was locked up for more than a month to revise the script, and often cried while writing. For filmmakers, he is the sacred third master Jiao, and everyone should bow to him. But in his own movies, it seems to be the same dawn who ran half a village for a river, the child who got wet in spite of the pouring rain, the watchman who watched the world change and the tradition suffer, but still cared for and wiped the suona alone. Jump on a firefly at night, and there will always be a sea bowl full of food on the stove. When I was a child, I listened to Jiao Jiaban play Radio 8 for the first time, which opened my eyes and took the suona from Master, and my nose turned red. Director Wu's story is simple and meaningful, happy and lonely. The steaming yellow land, the fragrance of grass in Wu Shuang town, the suona sound of Jiao family, and the "birds flying towards the phoenix" in front of the short grave all bring the spirit and beauty, sadness and sadness of traditional culture to the extreme. The burnt leaves stood up from the plush chair and disappeared in the suona sound, never looking back. Director Wu also made his mark after this song "A Hundred Birds at the Phoenix". How will the national culture continue? A wise man has nothing to say but tears of Confucianism, but the sound is around his heart.