Miao extremely fine silver and embroidery, looking really addictive. East is on the street selling the largest number of Hmong embroidery shop, and bought a pair of red embroidered shoes, but also to know Xiuer - selling embroidery miaojia woman. Xiu Er lived in her shop, bed is a magnified Miao dress she wore photographs. Her home is in large stone bridge from the ancient city of close, but at home mother, sisters and wife, are all embroidered players. Sometimes, she would then go back and do some handiwork, or the family brought the ancient city of good embroidery or sell at the market. Though there are many embroidery shop in the whole street, they found Xiuer of this manual is especially good, handwoven cloth is also very good-looking clothes.
From the Xiuer there learned that the 22 month lunar calendar, will be in her home town near the mountain December children go to the market. When we come to December, when children hill, just to catch up with the market. Surprisingly many people were dressed in dark blue earth commoner of the Miao people, almost all of the bamboo basket carried on their backs a good-looking, Lou Zili filled you can not imagine or think about things, some of which was actually filled with a children. Are mostly sold on market commodity, as well as livestock, cloth, there are a lot of snacks. Did not find the desired silver jewelry, original thought, the Miao people are going to get good stuff at home, sell it on the market.
Down the hill from the December children, that is, the home of Xiu Er Miao Village where a stone bridge. Miao Village only about a dozen families, quietly hidden in a small woods behind the legislation was in the Walled then either the mouth of wooden doors, you really hard to find it. Noon, maybe people are sitting with, Miao Village where surprisingly quiet, only one wearing black suits for men, walking alone in the narrow stone steps, he turned around from time to time, looked at our two uninvited guests.
Everything is dark gray, dark house, dark gray rubble, dark gray of the river on a dark gray of the waterwheel. Zhaizi has been stretching to the mountains, the highest since was a branch of wood lattice windows yard, and finally heard a few faint noise of children, it sounds as if through a heavy fog. Suddenly many beautiful colors, and eat chicken fat to run down, they looked at us.
The rain had just stopped for a while began to float in the air, had to turn away. A rain-wet the winding stone steps, still silent, it is a strange and distant feeling, though I was in them.
Had a look back, this piece of mysterious dark gray.
Author: naer1221
