The Soul of the Waist Drum

Not from the Qin Chuan region

Yet in Canada, the song of the Loess Plateau is heard

It's not the sound of the wind

It's the sound of drums awakened from the waist

Echoes reverberating through the sky for millennia

The drumsticks are like forked lightning

A cleaving axe's light that split the heavens and earth

The drumhead is like slumbering thunder

Once awakened

It ignites a faith from the depths of Shaanxi

First encounter with the Ansai waist drum

It was by chance, yet a destined encounter

Not for a fleeting whim

But for the blood to be rekindled I burn once,

Rediscovering the youthful, surging passion of my youth,

Like an untamed wild horse,

The initial clumsiness made the drumbeats chaotic,

But the first drumbeat,

Imprinted the totem of fire in my heart,

Leading me to soar on the path of reshaping my soul.

The drum is before me, my heart is within it,

My dance steps plow across the earth, carving out rhythms from deep ravines,

Following the frequency of the beat,

I learn to resonate with the wind and thunder,

Together with the starry sky, I call upon the moon from my homeland,

The drumbeats are like an array, the drum silk like blood,

I... Hear the cry of history

It is the spirit of the Qin Empire

It is the heroic spirit of the Han and Tang dynasties

Providing spiritual nourishment to the overseas Chinese bloodline

Every swing of the arm is an act of indulgence

Every leap is a cathartic release

The thousand-year-old Qin spirit awakens on the drumsticks

With the pride of China

It forges the indomitable national backbone of the people of Shaanxi

When the drumsticks tear through the twilight of a foreign land

The red silk sheds fragments of folk songs

When the drumhead becomes an inverted Yellow River

The land of maple leaves gains a riverbed of yellow earth

The drum The formation, through its very bodies, expanded the reach of the Chinese spirit.

Thanks to the culture of Shaanxi.

The tremor of the Loess Plateau erupting from the earth's core.

From then on, Ansai was no longer just a place name.

It was a spirit.

A struggle, a thunderous life force.

The Ansai waist drum ignites not only passion,

but also the memory and inheritance of an era.

Even in a foreign land,

the heart has found the fertile ground of Chinese culture.

It is a homeland connected by the pulse of drums, a place that haunts the soul.