Zhuangzhai is the first scenic spot at the foot of the mountain. Needless to say the embroidery here is exquisite and beautiful, needless to say the people here are hardworking and brave, just the singing and antiphonal singing here is a beautiful scenery. Can it? Sanjie Liu is famous all over the world just for her clear and beautiful singing voice. There is a saying that goes, "Sanjie Liu on the tea-picking mountain, the gods come down to earth to listen to her songs."
Every day at this time, a skit of Sanjie Liu's antiphonal songs is performed. Before the antiphonal song even started, the onlookers crowded the antiphonal singing stage in Zhuangzhai Embroidery House. They didn't know whether they came for "Sanjie Liu" or for the hydrangeas and sachets in "Sanjie Liu's" hands. After the introduction by the host, the six boys and girls in Zhuang costumes took their places. After a burst of gongs and drums, they imitated the performance of Liu Sanjie singing duet with the hateful rich man and then with Brother A Niu. When the fat-headed and big-eared rich man dressed all in black appeared on the bow of the ship, the old butler next to him with an inverted triangular face with a sharp mouth and monkey cheeks would bend down and take two steps forward, then stand on tiptoes and whisper something, a pair of small eyes from They circled up and down, and then started shouting antiphonal songs. Behind them were several singers with goatees holding fans, with oily hair and pink faces. Then the rich man swaggered and led a group of people to the duet stage to challenge Liu Sanjie. The mustachioed singer began to shake his head and sing provocative songs, which was quite difficult. My palms started to sweat. After a while, two maids on the singing stage were wearing red embroidered clothes, with high buns and small cherry mouths. They led to the queen of folk songs, "Liu Sanjie", who was wearing a white dress with blue flower embroidery. A wide-sleeved blouse, a long black braid extending to the waist, a slender oval face, light eyebrows and big eyes, red lips and white teeth, a dark blue cloth embroidered bag slung across his shoulder, with four clear red letters "Guilin Landscape" on it . The tourists below were almost shocked: the imagined Liu Sanjie could be such a young and beautiful woman! As soon as he opened his mouth, he refuted the songs of other singers with a smooth and smooth high-pitched voice. There was a burst of antiphonal singing and the beating of drums. You and I argued with each other for a long time, until the rich man was defeated and ran away. The appearance of the strong and honest Brother Aniu attracted some girls. The screams also pushed the sketch performance to a climax. When I saw Sister Liu holding her ponytail with one hand and making a circle at the end with the other hand, I seemed to understand the freedom of love and the desire for love. The scene in the audience where Brother A Niu was so anxious that his face turned red because he couldn't express the folk song was like witnessing the plot at that time. Unknowingly, I have become a part of the play, maybe it is the water droplets in the Lijiang River in Yangshuo, maybe it is the grass in the mountains of Guilin, it is always so insignificant.
The lyrics are still well written, "My family doesn't have good food and tea, I only have folk songs to respect my relatives..." Perhaps you can find a different kind of enthusiasm here.
Later, the host amused the audience with humorous dialect while explaining. The wonderful antiphonal song finally came to an end after Liu Sanjie threw down the red hydrangea. People almost fell into the pool as they competed for this hydrangea, which would bring luck. I recovered my senses, seized the opportunity, jumped in, and caught the last exquisite and beautiful hydrangea. I hold on to the hydrangea tightly, as happy as I hold on to love.
In the early years, I heard adults tell the touching legend of Liu Sanjie. Today, when I experienced Liu Sanjie’s antiphonal singing scene, I always found that there was a huge difference. It doesn’t matter whether it’s the touching plot, the beautiful singing voice, or what the smart Zhuang people taught me. Sanjie Liu became the embodiment of hard work, bravery, wisdom, and kindness. She led me into the kingdom of music with her melodious and beautiful singing voice. An unknown old man behind me praised him as he walked, "After hearing Sanjie Liu's songs, the others are just songs..." Just this sentence left me speechless.
The Guangxi ponies on the roadside seemed to be intoxicated in the antiphonal opera. When they saw the tourists coming, they shook their heads step by step and walked towards the depths of the valley.
The pony stopped under the big banyan tree in front of it and swung its tail. This is a century-old banyan tree with a thick trunk and lush branches. The hanging roots are black and there are many red strips of cloth tied to the roots. I heard people say that this is the wishing tree, and those strips are the wishes of tourists. rope. There is a bronze drum placed squarely below, with a blue pennant on it, and a yellow pattern like a word but not a word in the middle of the flag. This is the Shui Nationality House, a dark purple wooden house with tiles. The first floor is an exhibition of calligraphy and painting works and the kitchen. The second floor is the living room, one living room and three rooms. It lives close to the mountains and rivers, with the green lake at its feet, like a bright lake. Mirror. Build a round barn on the water and put the word "Feng" on it. Walking up the wooden ladder, I subconsciously turned off my mobile phone and PHS. He walked gently and slowly, fearing that his thumping footsteps would affect the painting on the wall, which showed Premier Zhou Enlai. There is a counter in the middle of the hall, and the Shui calligraphy and scrolls on display are covered with a thick layer of dust. The Shui people have their own writing, so their books have a long history and culture. The works in the cabinet all have one line of water language and one line of Chinese characters. The room was empty, with a wooden bucket, a wooden spoon, a wooden table, a wooden bed, a bronze drum, and a suona on the wall. Stepping out of the wooden balcony, this angle is quite good. I can see thousands of wishing ropes like many colorful butterflies flying. The butterflies seen from high places are so close, and the wishes made from high places are so close. It makes people feel A hazy illusion of being inside. It seems that the reclusive Shui people are farming and growing food right in front of their eyes, with their work scenes covered by stars and moons.
After a long history and long history, the Shui people have left behind a lot of material and spiritual wealth. Among them, the bronze drum is one of the precious cultural heritages. The ancient book records that "Wazun stayed with the sea visitors and played the drum to compete with the river god", which shows the grand occasion of the Shui people using drums.
The second is horsetail embroidery, the king of embroidery. It is a great invention of the Shui tribe and is a masterpiece in the world. Its complicated process surpasses all embroidery.
I remember Rodin, the world's master of aesthetics, once said, "Beauty exists everywhere. For our eyes, it is not a lack of beauty, but a lack of discovery." Really, there is a " Absolutely beautiful Yi woman - Ashima. I don’t remember who told me that you don’t have to know the Yi people, but if you don’t know Ashima, you are really out of date.
A burst of cheerful and hearty music led me to step up three steps, and I could see a yellow-white earth palm building with mud walls and yellow sand walls, wooden beams and wooden pillars capped with wooden boards, and a bunch of corn hanging on both sides of the door. , potato garlic. In the open space in front of the house, several Yi girls and young men are performing "Looking for Ashima". Chinese and foreign tourists are sitting around with happy faces and different expressions. Some are sitting, standing, and some are turning sideways. Craning the neck. His eyes were fixed on a woman wearing a white Yi suit, a lace hat, a peach-cheeked face, a small cherry mouth, bright eyes, good eyebrows and white teeth, a graceful and graceful woman with a charming and fairy-like appearance. She was the woman from the Lunan Stone Forest. Shima. In order to make this sketch more realistic and touching, the host specially selected a young man from the audience to play the role of Brother Ahei, the temporary groom. After a while, several little girls took Ashima back into the house and closed the door to hide. A few Yi boys performed magic tricks and took out a bamboo hat to put on the groom-to-be, put on a raincoat, straddled an ox horn, hung a string of chili peppers on his chest, and carried a shotgun on his back. The weird appearance was so funny that the tourists immediately started whispering to each other. Then one of the Yi guys with blackened faces poured out a cup of homemade Zhuanzhuan wine, held the cup with both hands, saluted the tourists, quickly turned around and knelt down on one knee, and handed over the cup of hero wine to support the warriors. . The host said, "The strong man is traveling through high mountains and long roads, and the road is dangerous. There are jackals, tigers and leopards. He specially brought chili peppers and shotguns, lest he never come back..." The frightened groom turned pale, shook his wine glass, and slowly He slowly closed his eyes and drank it all in one gulp. Then he came to his senses, and the surrounding audience fell silent.
The prospective groom, led by the Yi young man, walked into the house next door. The host began to tell everyone to pay attention to where the bride and groom came out, their clothes, how their appearance changed, etc. Then he narrated in a deliberately long voice: "Seventy-nine days have passed, the flowers on the trees have bloomed, and the moon in the sky has become round. I wonder if the groom has found our Ashima..."
After a while, two Yi guys walked out from behind the house. They were wearing black collarless mandarins with red cloth buttons fastened diagonally. They were wearing wide black trousers with red edges, which were extremely short and wide. One person took out a couplet and pasted it on both sides of the door frame, then squatted down, raised his right index finger, put it to his mouth and said "Shhhhhhhhh", and the door opened.
I saw the groom in a red robe and a red embroidered velvet hat. He smiled brightly and tilted his head slightly. He led Ashima, who was wearing a red hijab, down the steps gently, followed by the bridesmaid Gui. plum. Everyone was shocked: How did the groom get into the roof from the house next door? How did the groom find the bride in such a short period of time? How does the groom use chili pepper to please the beauty? How did the groom transform from a modern man to a young man from the Yi ethnic group and then to a groom wearing a red robe? The young men and women who came out from behind rushed forward, looking at the bride with hope, and pushing the groom to encourage him to lift the bride's hijab. The groom tried to lift the hijab, but was hit back by the bride with a wave of her beautiful hand. Then the groom turned to the audience and asked for help. One of the girls said that he wanted to dance and dance with his left foot to pass. Then the bride nodded to indicate that it was correct, and took the initiative to hold the groom's hand and danced with her left foot, raising one leg and swinging her left foot twice. After a while, the host said that all friends who like to dance and learn to dance can join hands in dancing this left-foot dance with them. At this time, the bride took off her hijab and jumped up waving the red ribbon in her hand. The rest of the boys and girls took out the so-called musical instruments: aluminum basins, pot lids, hoes, shotguns, dustpans, rice sieves, washboards, iron buckets and some primitive The farm tools began to play, and the sound sounded so sweet. It was completely a beautiful rural labor symphony. Pure beauty, more than anything else. More and more dancing tourists came out and formed a circle hand in hand to finish a self-created, self-written and directed Yi dance together. Once again, everyone was introduced into the joyful world of singing and dancing. The laughter of tourists and Ashima’s good wishes were immersed in the ocean of singing and dancing, and we almost forgot ourselves. Such ordinary farm tools can also play beautiful music. From the distant road south to here, is it just wisdom from ancient times to the present?
It is the humorous performance of the comedy sketch "Looking for Ashima" by the kind and simple Yi people that allows us to appreciate the warmth and hospitality of the Yi people. Ashima, a Yi woman, has become the embodiment of beauty, and her reputation is well-deserved.
I don’t know whether it was the beautiful Ashima or the wonderful dance that kept me here. When I visited the civil structure house of the Yi people, in the center of the hall was a Ten Thousand Volumes Goddess, on which were placed the prayers. There is a cigarette bag next to the pole wine used for praying to gods. Perhaps it is this cigarette bag that makes Yuxi cigarettes famous all over the world today. A paint painting of a tiger head hangs on the wall above. The Yi people are famous for their art of lacquer painting. You can tell by looking at the Yi sacred drums in front of and behind the house. Even the small temple on the roadside is painted in colorful colors, but I can't understand the cow head enshrined inside.
It is common to occasionally pass by two women wearing black clothes and carrying bamboo baskets on their backs. They are the sons and daughters of the Dulong people in the mountains and valleys. Just from the tattoos on their faces, you can tell that their lives must be colorful. But don't you go to school or go to the street on a zipline, and the small backpacks only contain food and livestock? If you observe carefully, you will find that they are very proficient in the choice of transportation in the canyon area, and they seem to be more professional than all the skilled craftsmen in the world. Look at the Dulong Rattan Cable Bridge across the Nu River. The whole bridge is more than 90 meters long. It is made of pure natural plant rattan, bamboo branches and wooden blocks. It has no metal or concrete components at all. Think about it, it is not just about courage and perseverance. Unity to complete, more important wisdom.