In the Torch Festival of the Yi villages had more than 50 kilometers southwest of Kunming Cheng, Haikou Town, under the ravine, there is a Yi village - on the post, listen to this name as the live wearing an army. Every year since June 24, Yi Torch Festival of the compatriots should be celebrating. The Chuxiong, Shilin Yi set of those who place in each of the Torch Festival, the Government should organize events. Here is the villagers get together to celebrate their own spontaneous festivals, lively, free. This does not, the Torch Festival has arrived.
After work, we get a car, Ben on the post Qucourenao. Car shaking Huang, hum Jiji crawl slope. When small groups along the way up the mountain people who have to sit tractor, there are carts of the rush, but also walking, most people dressed dressed photo. Yi dress here is not complicated: Flower scarf is the village can buy the kind of, I do not know how seven wrapped around eight, has brought about a octagonal shape, openly wearing the head; black pair of black trousers, shirt outside a pieces of red or pink velvet tie-breasted Xiaogua of tight, very can bring women's body, in this eyeful is a green valley, the exceptionally bright; Yao Li Department of a blue embroidered corset may be the last remaining arts and crafts of the , color, embroidery workers demonstrate their individual. Children are chasing after running to frolic with the former, Beautiful Lady of small gossips Minato piles buzz from time to time something for a laugh, then you push one end, I played my fist to be resolved in a while, guy who Messenger the luggage, carrying down with both hands, the root filter cigarette dangling from his mouth, amused eyes, unhurried followed. Occasional motorcycle to catch up, the girl behind the band released one hand, loudly and acquaintances of the banner greeting, could not hear what is said, Lianren Dai vehicles have rolled up a yellow dust Paoyuan.
To the last whistle Village, entrance to the village primary school playground, the grass had filled with people, bustling. Slopes of a group of young piano to sanxian, softly singing. Those of us "minorities" become a VIP, the village chief to personally welcome them into the room, there are guests on the girl to the inverted bowl of tea, the table piled just picked pears. This pear singly little blue green leather, pointed on a layer of a fire red, resembles a small torch lit, but also festive and familiar, hence the name "torch pears." Thin, Roucui, sweet, juicy, bite down, juice drip down the mouth, hand to cover their busy, but my voice was choking, kicking up clouds of hospitality girl giggled. The results did not drink tea, eat your fill pear torch.
Cried out for a meal of. Huo! Now that's "I" mean: Large playground capped with fresh Song Mao, more than ten, twenty, less four or five individuals join as a partner, form a circle sat on the floor large pieces of meat and drinking bowl. Although there is no meal, using mountain-stocking of the chicken, goat, their own kinds of vegetables, is definitely "green." Our most favorite is the old bulk smoked meat, smoked pork skin have become brown, smoky smell with a bit of taste and eat mouth, fat but not greasy, pines and cypresses of the lingering fragrance much food for thought. There are a bowl of fried potatoes, up was that we looted, licking mouth, knocked bowl went to a back, Yi compatriots to see straight Eyes: Big Brother, these workers are usually afraid I might not get the meat, right?
Is clearly more than a dozen special dress off a woman, turns to toast each seat, who picked up a Laochengchichong wine, others hand in hand surrounded banquet, singing our songs did not understand the Yi toast, drink reddening of the guy who bore , hitches a ride with voice echoing loudly, a Changba, a dozen bowl "when" to touch together, Yang Bo Hu He soon as irrigation down, must be Liangliang bowl, ha ha smile Zhenshan ring. King, when we have wine, but also specifically in Chinese singing again, or have trouble understanding, and only one hear clearly: Fast lifted glasses to! Quick lift glass to! We dare not neglect, and hastened with the Punch Bowl pick, and could not help nodding thanks, but only a small Ganhe mouth, people are not forced.
The sky completely black, and the playground from a central point of the hill like a fire, loudspeakers sensational music of the Yi. First, a number of young men and women dancing around the fire, that is commonly known as the "three foot-stomping" in A small jump on. You can not believe this is a farming village just put down, they melt his soul in this dance, the eyes began to shine, extremely flexible hands and feet, that look I do not know is the expectation of a bumper harvest, or the worship of Vulcan, or the only a self-feelings of anger. They are completely immersed in their own dance. Gradually, the atmosphere heats up, whether it will jump, whether it is Yi Han, whether young and old, have been surrounded by this atmosphere, infection with. I do not know the role of alcohol, but also I do not know the fire's heat wave, it may be that music, drums, your heart began to accelerate, soles of the feet began to itch, body swaying, at the foot involuntarily pushing on the beat, this time it was a pull inside your hand, you roll into a flood of dance. Then he can not jump the complex movements, and hundreds of staff in hand, before and after a modest swing, at the foot stepping on the beat "three foot-stomping," you have forgotten who we are? Where you are? Music more quickly, more and more high-pitched male voice, "Rory Cup race" as lamasery been big trombone, female high eight degrees, "according to Li Li," wanted to clear skies across the whistles, buttressed by the piccolo Qingliang closely capture the people's soul, where tiers around the fire, Tiaoa! Turn ah! Music, put up another release, Chai gang had Adds Tim, Zhitiao sweat soaked clothes, dance and forget, dance foot paralysis soft ... ...
The next morning wake up can not remember Shashi Hou, how back home, full of mind are "By Lili - By Lili -."
Author: tyx097
