Miao Village - that distant but beautiful sentimental
Whenever I think of the Miao Village of the air, paulownia flowers, and river scenes, we can not help but be roused to action. A few years later, I invited a friend re-Miao Village, when the vehicle along the highway with water when the river bank, I saw Yi Gu gray foam overflow from the paper mill, long, like a dirty dragon, walk through Ginger's door, along the river away. Along the way more than a lot of Lu Xiangting billiards room, while the fresh water river, began to have Yigu unique stench smell of urbanization. To listen to Jiang said that this made the people along the river pollution makers to compensate for a lot of money, so he naturally has reddish gray very vomiting foam, along the way has become a black bubble. Natiao clear flowing water from the river no longer playful cease to exist! My sadness began to remember with affection. In recent years, reading the newspaper presented festival sister actually moved to the Han people live, there is no Diaojiaolou, no Aoyama embracing, green water set off the Taiwan River County, held, I think I will no longer go. Gone, makes me sad to expand, erosion, only for that of a distant beauty.
Encounter
Ginger body with a heavy feeling of this nation will be very bold embroidered patterns, colors very strong Miaoxiu; will be very crisp, very casually, to sing songs of the newly established seedlings; will be some very strange things. One day, she was never too far out of the door's mother to find the local witch, in the trance of seeing her daughter in the distance, when her mother to find the accuracy of our underground shopping centers open pavement, I am incredibly remote secluded village went so far as the existence of witches. Finally one day, a strong curiosity and tired of the city day after day, I was a little on her own luggage, and go alone to her old home, Tuen, a very beautiful and very unknown Miao Village.
I went to when we come to know the Miao famous sister festival held soon. In the muddy river bus station, I encounter the same age of the German woman Daijia Li, and Chinese names, the word with me only a thin French Yang. Do not see the color of the bus staggered come rolling in, locals are carrying baskets baskets held, disputes, the Chinese people on the bus with the life and death is not the same as the war on the significance of the next. I thin body barely filled out the last vestiges of the car cracks, in the choking smell of sweat Dai Jiali they refused to see the cars, breathtaking. Dealers on the way, a Dongfeng-brand cars crossed, there is no roof of the train is standing on them, sough of the mountain wind will be their little neck scarf pulled into a straight line, they crossed the moment, facing the conductor tongue, happy more land and make faces.
Car twists and turns in the mountains circled a few hours later, be able to see Zuozuo full of red rhododendron, azalea alpine white, shiny with a broad river in front of blocking the avenue, which is fresh water river! Guizhou, a legend in the old warlord wife married to a 98 place! The car around the river line, and then skillfully in a shallow river to see where the water entered the car into a water truck spray stirred unceremoniously through the glass windows is not landed in people's happy exclaimed.
Finally at a place called "old Tun" and entrance to the village, an ancient stopped under the old trees, old trees seem to have clouds shrouded the mountains, clear water river from here, winding by. Four weeks is a block of undulating green fields, chickens and ducks mixed with dirt kick Ng forward to the fat ass shaking left to wander right Akira, the air fresh, Chao Chao's, and a touch of grass sandwiched taste, I am greedy for the lungs of air. Around 78 children, looked at me curiously, they face a healthy Honey. When I stared to see a little boy, he was embarrassed with the cuff quickly wiped out the nose, and issued a very loud sniff sound. I smiled, his eyes black and white with a flexible flashing, and spoke with the Hmong and other kids thinking, and also told me smiling, spoke these words I do not understand.
Night
Petite ginger came, I followed her into Diaojiao Lou. Her mother does not speak the Han, then obviously be greatly earlobe silver earring pulled out a long hole, very warm.
Dinner is very simple, fire shelves with a pot of white paste soup, kept Jiacai into the same pot as the eating. Jiang said that it was made of the Miao people use rice soup Suantang, which is miaojia Suantang? With the city's different. Ginger smiled, she said, Miao younger generation has been rarely done, and how can we do things in your town is authentic miaojia Suantang呀. Consider also the truth. Dipped in salt mixed with pepper Miao, appetite was so good, so I was secretly amazed his stomach capacity.
Shan's chilly night long and bright and clean, a car's body while shaking a day of extreme fatigue, but the Taoyuan-like situation during the day is still so excited I do not sleep. Miaojia floor windows with a stick the top open, and exudes a sense of quaint charm. Haoyue under the night, such as freehand Chinese paintings, lightly splashed more ink on cover into the empty office somewhere. Sparkling paddy fields, there are a quack of Washeng, bearing that in mind the endless; pond clear reflection of the moon in the sky, while the opposite is also the image Diaojiao Lou gently rippling water. Reservoirs have been opened on a random floating Jiduo water lily, in this Washeng the night, the feeling is kind of mysterious, quiet, just like the little fairy tale princess is about to show up before the scene. I think it is old Mr. Zhu Ziqing read, I am afraid that has to make one more so in the "Lotus Pond in Moonlight," the prose of the.
Sange
5:00 am, the building around a bird's Huan-ming symphonies, jabber, crisp, sweet, and then gradually stop. Soon, the road began to chatter and the famous person cries, interspersed with several more low sheep baa moo cows. When I Xingzhong with sleepy eyes, or relax on a long lazy stretch waist, the Township has begun to hard-working day inside a.
Empty Diaojiaolou The following are kept to feed livestock, upstairs is the living. I do not see how the toilet inside and out, and asked ginger, she says, laughing pointing opposite the thatched cottages, said that the toilet is their home. Came closer, could not help laughing: the ground stood one-meter-high vat, tank top with four large wood and straw, beaten up, such as the Diaojiao Lou miaojia the same high. Along the rough wooden ladder to climb to go sideways two planks on the tank, people riding in the two planks on the toilet. Later a rainy day, I am riding in thick mud with a wooden toilet, the almost slid into the excrement tank, still want to come is also a lingering fear.
Miao men who travel extensively, is a typical born silversmith. The women at home most of the time tapestry spinning red cloth to make clothes do women. Qingshui River water quality is so good that young girls who watched Miao Village is a healthy beauty, skin rosy, no wonder the early years of a major warlord came here when he was a woman who Shimizu River attracted breath discuss of the 98 wives.
Want to visit to visit to the memory of the shaman, Jiang looked at her mother said a pass Hmong, then mysteriously told me that Han people are the best do not go to see the seventy to eighty-year-old Hmong surgery will be different for the elderly, say she Township string Walled go away. A little disappointed, so casual walk out at noon, the road, hospitable Miao Miao people use and I say hello, despite the language barrier, but that knowledge was a passion, then smiled with each other. I followed the direction of a row of Paulownia flowers around, pale pink cherry blossoms Aegiceras such as the May general powder inside the cluster branches were night the wind falls to the ground with flowers seem to last night's dew, it is our sympathy and affection. A gust of wind blowing, Paulownia trees curl Tingting, there were numerous flowers sprinkled on the ground, his head. This reminds me of the city gardens, rough brush trunk were upper half of the lime, and then around the fence, allowing visitors to view the outside flowers. This mountain flowers, the villagers are accustomed to, and no one to go off to spend, and no one to admire the flowers everywhere as a single scene is not as good, but my city people with their beauty and rarity.
Huayu Silk Road along the long walk to make poetry like Office, the river in this quiet corner to V undercurrents, the mountainside at a people and a few bundles of green bamboo curved reflection in the water, clear underwater pebbles and water plants discernable . This scene is being moved forward, "moo ---" The Long gave the cattle call, I look back, see a small yellow calf is the slope Leng Leng sidelong look at me. It looks very well-behaved, a pair of big eyes are watching me gently. I am attracted by its cute looks, can not help but walk up to the poor little calf may be in addition to its mother, there is no by whom such a long time to look, and it is panic to escape.
Festivals
Sister's Day early, and Ginger put on his family prepared for her wedding dress, in the neck, wearing three silver rings, head and body are accompanied by the sound of jingle of silver, very beautiful dress. 9:00 sharp, the village of unmarried women who crossed Qingshui River. 1 ashore burst of light, large and small cameras, video cameras on the go, and then to find their own goals, tracking shot.
At noon that day to eat what has been completely remember. The only recall that the miaojia young woman who at the riverside of the green grass, fresh water hand in hand singing and dancing, and later I joined, and then later, I went to discuss the Miao people have a clothes, and then the silver ginger neck took a wear ring around the collar. The two foreign women are dressed that way about it, hand in hand, at riverside selflessly dance with. Dinner, Ginger's mother, invited them to go home with the sisters to eat rice, rice is soaked in juice of plants, and bright yellow, as bright as day and wildly dancing the boldness of vision, though not pass each other's language, but the Hmong, Chinese, English in the wooden Diaojiaolou flying forward in joyful manner. Daijia Li, Yang after dinner to Diaojiaolou back and forth, up and down, inside and out in a superficial look at some of the sitting room outside the fence on the golden red sunset Managing Tony Township, a layer of plating gentle Phnom Penh. Them from the hands of Jiang's mother bought a lot of Kam surprisingly beautiful film, embroidery, silverware and clothing.
Bath
Sisters after Festival of the Miao Village of calm has returned in the past. I brought clean water Daijia Li Jiang River they were open no one on the floodplain. Here half thick reeds, half green grass, dotted with occasional clumps of bushes was short, there could not utter the name of the river lush purple flower to open, across the river is a steep cliff as Daoxue like. Jiang tells us that very few people come here, and even grazing cattle and sheep are not visited here, so it can open the flowers on the river was so arbitrary.
Dai Jiali them listening to each other, laughing said, and then stunned us, the rapid take off underwear, Westerners fine hair, a deep robust body exposed in front of us with impunity. Standing on a step by step to explore the river, they wipe the side of the body with a towel while laughing.
I was baked under the sun, such as dense thin Khan, looking at the Dai Jiali their energetic body, and finally decided, in this no-man's flood, slightly liberate yourself. He and Jiang 1, off the body of the dress, like a woman, like the river clean Wun Sha.
Dai Jiali waved to me, not into the waist-deep water, I stood and legs, high river, smiled on them. Slow flow of the river thin wash me, and even ran over one or two small fish, tickle at the foot Cengzhuo. I call on Jiang Miao songs to sing a few songs, her voice high-pitched ringing through the air, hit the opposite hillside, folding back, lonely valley of the acoustic, while the interest rates around the cloud.
Author: calors1900
