Day 93/100. I remember going to my granduncle’s house every year on the second day of Chinese New Year to watch the lion dance performance. I remember the energy and drama and skillful finesse of lion dance. I also remember the drum beats. I remember how during the days around the holiday, you could just be driving on the streets and you’d hear the loud drums of a lion dance truck passing by with its colorful banners and flags. I remember how my younger cousins loved the performance so mu...
