February 17 underworld rain Rongjiang
Dongzhai Along the smell of the morning, the world is blurred from the rain. Say it is blurred, because it not only with a fog, but too small, there were numerous small falling from the sky when you can no longer grasp the vertical direction, either in mid-air breeze blowing Qilingbaluo them. However, no matter where to, and can only dissolve and land for one, think of worldly things, so, too.
Wai In Huotang Bian, and we chat with the village secretary. Secretary is an over 30-year-old young people, perhaps because too much responsibility to the total face seemed preoccupied. We and his sincere exchange of the songs performed on the large form of identity and opinion, from his mouth we learned Boasting a village a few years due to lack of money has not completed, so Xiao can begin by expressing themselves Boasting contributions from 100 Yuan, so we all have agreed. Secretary hastily stood up incoherent to say: "You so, I went to arrange", and Yi Liuyan to run.
Just a few minutes, right again to re-ignite the flame of the Drum Tower, and the men holding a long-lost Lusheng used to clean the river, evidently, today's song will be more grand than it was yesterday. Us girls went to the front of heads of silver and yesterday is different from five separate flower hairpin inserted in the head, a question that this is specifically for the welcome and farewell honored guest while wearing headgear. Children and old people already waiting in the Huo Pang, cymbals children, drum children and Lusheng Ensemble, the children crowded interpreted them. Young mother's house the most is tight pot 'Dodo' forward to cooking with dozens of eggs, the girls each holding a bouquet of red in the knitting something.
Finally we all sat down at the Drum Tower Huotang Bian, secretary hands you calm down, and raised money in their hands, exclaiming, villagers cheered enthusiastically applauded We express our appreciation to our hand, a little embarrassed. We understand that this song is special to us all say thank you.
Qingqi Lips lead singer of the girl, the more clear and melodious singing again echoed in the valley, that song is like Heming, ripped a serene but not impetuous, straight into heaven; like a paddle, draw up a beautiful Watermark has fluctuated four wind drift. Qi Zhong girl's chorus sounded, countless crane flap its wings freely glide on the water, I am breathless, intoxicated, in this charming Dongxiang Village.
Dong four older age-old veteran of the Lusheng holding my life, took off their cotton-padded clothes, it motivates us welcome song. Secretary, pointing on both sides of the pillars of the Drum Tower, said to us: "This is a pillar of the white lines and symbols are blowing Lusheng of the spectrum, the more noble guests, this spectrum has been blown run uphill." We have been greatly impressed by the village most years, elders to serve our long-playing, which is already very high courtesy of the.
The girls had finished the song, for each of us hanging from a belt and red flowers woven net knot live in two red egg this way, I understand why that time, Yang's mother's house so busy.
So people were reluctant to part with Qingshen Yi grow. Villagers bid farewell to our narrow lane, each person will be charged to point a red face, a symbol of bon voyage. Sent to the Village, the road, villagers were still reluctant to return, so they left that in this scene: a beautiful face was covered with dust Dongjia younger sister and we who stand in front of the village secretary, as well as old people, everyone is Yingying smile when the Fung Ping pressed the shutter.
In this way, and villagers who had been waving good-bye, turned in a mountain bend, no longer see Dong Jia folks holding hands, we have This calmed down the road farther up the hill than yesterday, physical yesterday, had some overdraft , and more difficult challenges lie ahead.
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