March Lau Sui-fei - to return to Lugu Lake (1)
I remember Cheng Ch'ou-yii wrote a poem: "I walked south to play it and so on in the season, such as the face of an open lotus fall; wind do not come, in March of Lau Sui does not fly, your heart, such as little lonely city, exactly if the slate street Xiang Wan, Organization, sound does not ring, no curtain to expose the spring in March; your heart is a small casement tight cover; I Dada horseshoe is a beautiful mistake, I do not go who is passing through ... "
Is very small like this poem, as if it deep into the depths of my heart, stirred my soul resonance. My bones seem to like the loitering is the kind of person. It is also thought that my life is just like the wandering of the visitors that tired of city life and the luxury to fast to death of the rhythm, the only hobby is to settle down in tourism, a summer and winter vacation to a place that is my back when his luggage began wandering time. I think this is a rare one, as the benefits of students, and each year there are several months left to their own, is that it gives soul to be rest. A few years later, my footprints have reached almost half of China, but the pace is always rushed, and tireless, but also do not want to stay. Sometimes I have to ask myself if life would be a passing through it? Until I came to the lake that a pure land. . . . .
That last summer's hot in August, I returned from Zhongdian, Lijiang, in the ancient city where boredom occasion to see Dr Huashan 1 weeks "without father and husband of the country", had to admit, I was the book that piece of the mysterious land deeply attracted. Perhaps a kind of adventures, the general mentality of tourists, and I found a dream like paradise, so immediately decided to stop off the lake. From Lijiang to Lugu Lake, the car is a lot of, you can go to their own car rental, you can also participate in tours, the most economical is to train themselves to sit down at the lake. In order to make their journey even more stray wandering feeling, I choose to ride bus, in fact, shuttle is indeed giving a worn feel. Tourism development in Yunnan do not know why for so long, the road or repair harm? It is a very experienced local chef told me that from Lijiang to Lugu Lake to bring up a total of 999 bends, but also half-jokingly said that if I do not believe, you can go and count them. But along the way is indeed a corner lot, the left is a cliff on the right is a cliff, we are sitting on the bus on a winding, bumpy uneven narrow winding path in the walk through, the wheels run over from time to time there are stone dust fall ravine, see people gripped with horror and .
We opened the bus from early morning to the afternoon, through the numerous mountains, finally stopped at a hillside location, well-intentioned teacher told us off camera, saying that there is to look at the best location Gehm goddess of the mountain. (Gehm Goddess Mosuo people for generations mountain is a holy mountains of faith, on the legends of this goddess, there are many local people, one of which I think is the most classic, and it was a call straight from Barre car boy's mouth. He said that the goddess was originally Gehm a beautiful goddess, he fell in love with a man from the Tibetan mountain god, and formed a husband and wife. But the men and the mountain god out to be every month for a long period of time, so their marriage a matter of fact are living together from the many. Gehm goddess boring day waiting for her husband's years, gradually fell in love with another man near the mountain god, then by the time her husband is not in secret dealings with him. paper is smoke there's fire and that their betrayal was finally discovered her husband. angry husband chose the practice Buddhism in Tibet own, migrate, Gehm goddess began to regret what she did, every day waiting for her husband's back tears, the tears flow gradually Wang on the form of a blue lake water, until she turned into tears of repentance flow did all day long stare of the holy mountains, her husband did not come back too. leaving only the legend of this sorrow.) So, you have off camera pictures of really beautiful, the setting sun goddess of Gorm mountain, the lake water flat in a quiet, tranquil and serene like a girl. Long hair fluttering, Xi Mei Mu hope, as if thousands of years the passage of time did not affect her Huarongyuemao. Time heartless, come and gone, past a dream, flowing without a trace, goddess of love with the departure of the mountain god men disappeared, and I would like to follow along with passage of a wandering and sorrow her heart bar. After all, as guardian of the holy mountains Mosuo people from generation to generation, but forever Shouhou her tribe people who repeat the eternal fate.
Finally, in the night hit, we bid farewell to the goddess reluctant to part of the mountain, to the lake of the village forward. With the development of tourism in recent years, the lake shore less than 30000 of the Mosuo people gradually became the focus of attention of the media and tourists and hot spots. And general tourists will choose their debut in the fall and the village closest to the lake as the settled areas. This village is a tourism development was the earlier one place, the village is very lively, almost all homes have their own family as a unit set up hostels. Then there are many, such as bonfire parties, horseback riding, boat, wrestling, barbecue, etc. all kinds of programs, of course, very attractive vision of the visitors. My first trip to the lake to stay in the village of drowning. At that time I still remember the election of a casually called the "daughter of Lake Inn" of the hotels and rest. The car sat for a day, and have not had time grooming look tired body, a warm proprietress invited me to join them on the village every night for the visitors at the bonfire party. It is said that this show can be seen inside the unique Moso "A twist Dance", of course, outsiders Sheng Yang's beautiful and mysterious Mosuo people.
Of course, I could not miss such an event, then refused to take a tired and hungry (I have not had time to eat dinner), I would rush the dance hall, and their dance floor in the village that will be opened: one empty Pingba, the middle of burning a lot of bonfires, there is no modern music, they dance to music from a man playing the flute, the sound was not very big, but it is melodious, soothing. Used to listen to pop music in the complex and the music, I feel this simple music actually has indescribable beauty. Then a large group of men and women dressed in traditional costumes on Moso around this pile of bonfire danced their traditional dance. Boy's clothing a bit like the Tibetan dress, tights, boots, and some who also threw a piece of sheepskin, the head is wearing a very western style cowboy hat, looked very handsome; girls dress very special, upper body is colored a Duijin clothes, following reunification is a long white Baizhe Qun, a skirt to wear to the waist and above the location, obviously showing their good posture Jiao. Oh, one thing I forgot to say, I went to Lugu Lake was the first miracle is the local Mosuo a person's height - generally high, woman are almost Yimi Qi, while the men mostly in one-meter 75 or more. So, the girl's long skirt set off on a good out of their tall figure. They are dancing hand in hand, Wai bonfire turn full circle to the circle, dance it is not very complicated, but it seems neat and occasionally sang a sentence to hear their lyrics, but unfortunately I could not understand a word , but can not help being fascinated by this beautiful voice of the. In such a passionate scene, each person will be unable to control his heart was restless and wanted them a jump. I was one of them, when I saw a few laps later, hurriedly to join the ranks of their gone. Chaos hastily seized a person's waist, (this dance is to require a person to seize back in front of a person's belt) was found only after his jump was originally looked easy, done. The music sounds too small, there are not together on the shoot, so I have stepped on several times in front of a person's feet, but I do not know why he has not come back to remind me that even the angry glance did not, although I am clumsy dance may have brought him a lot of gripped. I think he must have laughed at me in their hearts. I started up and is not satisfied, I am in school but the "champions" definitely will not be intimidated by such a simple dance to. So I mustering the enthusiasm to look at in front of me, "who"'s footsteps, turning a few laps later, though I still quite clumsy, but has not so easy to step on his feet. US-minds diligently, after all, is my step forward Well. Was thinking of happy times there was no attention to the ranks of front suddenly slowed, and my nose is not reluctant crashed into the front, "who" in the back. I think he must be intolerable, because he finally turned around and gave me a deep one. So scared, I hastily bowed his head, muttered the mouth of the said one simple sentence: "Sorry!" In a hurry to leave, do not! The right to say yes stroll away, and curse him that I do not want to be. Can somehow always felt that behind the pairs of eyes staring at me. Are we going to Lugu Lake, this approach is considered impolite to come out the way I was thinking about this problem, hey, we should not want to know, no matter where, walked out are offensive.
Author: nancybeauty
