Play and sing:

Play sanxian, keep your hand, and the old songs and new words say sell yourself. In the past, there was no interest in selling yourself, only making a living and selling it to others.

I dare not talk about salary, and I can't wear a scarf in prayer.

Today is February 2 nd again, and I am smiling.

Binary board:

The party committee team has always been diligent, innovative in one city and striving for the first place.

Grasping the exhibition of "Governing the Town by Strengthening the Discipline", the economic take-off is promising.

Do practical things for the people wholeheartedly, and always keep the whip on horseback.

Integrity stresses righteousness, and the number of businessmen from all directions is endless.

Good party, good officials and good folk customs, "double festivals" parents are happy.

Writing, practicing and rehearsing, playing and singing all over the sky.

Education strengthens towns and trees, and primary and secondary schools are like gardens.

Lang Lang's book travels thousands of miles, and the old revolutionary base areas write new articles.

Play and sing on three sides:

A new scenic spot on both sides of a river, Caotang Garden is beautiful.

Dongyin is like a golden palace, and China Resources Mall has a dazzling array of goods.

People appeared in Century Square, and Kangyi Building rose into the sky.

Singing "Prostitution Festival" again today, a well-off life is sweeter than sugar.

Allegro: Dongkeng flavor local products, printed vegetables, pumpkin and tofu balls;

In the past, guests were full of praise for food, and Hong Kong and Taiwan bosses liked to taste it in advance.

Floats are like rainbows, and the dragons and drums are loud and clear;

The ceremonial band played joyful music and the songs echoed on the pavilion.

The Eight Immortals raised their glasses to celebrate the New Year, and the fairies descended to dance.

Stilts and long legs twisted, and the lion rolled the ball across the road.

Thousands of people flocked to the front line for water shooting carnival and water fights;

The prostitution festival has become a happy festival, and the fire tree and silver flowers will never stop.

Sing:

Hanxikeng smiles at the east, and the pond dances with yellow houses;

Jingmei Tagang Shenshan Singing, Wu Pengting Gangding Dance Company.

Harmonious paradise, simple folk customs, peaceful laughter;

Dongguan Dongkeng welcomes purple gas, making it a peaceful business and trade year. Farming age

Beautiful legends and history show that Dongkeng has formed a unique festival of "the second day of February" because of the glory of "farming years".

In Dongkeng, it is called "Lujiadi and Xiejiatian". A small Qinghe River connected the banks of Hanxi River, which was the main traffic artery that ran through the provincial capital at that time. Cargo ships such as Guangzhou, Dongguan, Shilong and Huizhou often go to Dongkeng. The sugar wharf on Mashi Street in Dongkeng has become a transit wharf for agricultural and sideline products and daily necessities. Sericulture, sugar processing, Gu Mi processing and oil extraction processing have risen one after another. Especially after the summer harvest and sowing, the cricket fields on both sides of a river are endless. The gambling halls, smoking halls and prostitutes' halls here are thriving, and the Cantonese opera "Hong Ling" is on the verge of Dongkeng downtown, singing and dancing, and people call it "Little Macau". The specific traffic environment and specific farming needs wrote a song "The Second Day of February".

According to legend, the "Prostitution Festival" comes from Tangchun Village in Dongkeng. A large family named Lu opened a farm in front of Tomb-Sweeping Day. On the second day of the second lunar month, a notice for recruiting long-term workers was posted in front of Tangchun Village. Since then, it has become a habit for young people who have no land to sit on the fence in front of Tanglipu village on the second day of February, wearing hats and coarse towels to show their "prostitution" and sell their labor force, waiting for the rich to hire them. On this day, rich people who own land go to Tanglipu village to select young people who are willing to "betray themselves" and release cowboys for one year, which is called "selling themselves".

As a result, many "fairy stories" have been circulated in this treasure house of talented people: it is said that on this day, immortals descended to Dongkeng to watch "selling themselves" and do good deeds to help the world. For example, a curled arm, a straight hook, a golden hoe, the story of Dong Zi, the dumping of sugar, it will clear up on a cloudy day. It's amazing, so some people call it "the Festival to Welcome Immortals". The more you spread it, the more amazing it is. As a result, on the second day of February, there were a sea of people on both sides of the river and the wooden bridge, and merchants from far and near gathered in Dongkeng. Far away, provinces, Buddhas, Chen and Long went by boat, and even nearby villages came on foot, saying that they would meet immortals. This is an unprecedented event. When leaving, everyone should buy something to take back to show that they met the fairy and came back with good luck. Since the Ming and Qing dynasties, it has continued to this day.

After many vicissitudes of life, Dongkeng's "the second day of February" was called "selling the body", also known as "meeting the immortals", and later changed to "turning over". After changing its name to "Happy Festival", tourists like to shoot water with toy water guns in the street, so it is also called "Water Shooting Festival". People who have been to the Happy Festival on February 2 hope that on this day, the water in Dongkeng will be sprinkled with good luck and come back with good luck.

One of the Legends of Immortal Traces in Prostitution Festival (Expectation)-The Story of "Winter Boy"

"Go to Dongkeng to sell yourself and squeeze into the crowd. You will definitely give birth to a liner at the end of the year and hold a' Dong Tsai'." In Chashan and Fucheng, as far away as Zengcheng and Boluo, such a legend is widely circulated among married women, especially infertile women.

There is a family named Ding in Zengcheng Xiancun. The owner is Ding Chuanzong and the father is Ding Caishou. It has been passed down from his ancestors to his generation for nine generations. Marrying the king as his wife is a strong-willed and loving couple. After nine years of marriage, I haven't seen any signs of pregnancy in my wife. In old China with three unfilial sons, it is not uncommon for infertile women to be abandoned by their husbands.

In the first month of that year, Ding Caishou drank other people's lamps and went home after drinking. He was very happy to see Ding being invited to drink. He thinks he is a single biography of nine generations, so he complains about his daughter-in-law and says that his son married a hen who can't lay eggs. Wang can't stand being scolded by her father-in-law. The next day, he packed some changed clothes and went straight to his relatives' home in Beitang Village, Dongkengling without saying hello to his family.

When Ding Chuanzong saw that his wife had not come back after going out for more than ten days, he inquired about her whereabouts. He heard from a fellow villager who went out to file a sickle that he had seen his sister-in-law in Dongkeng, Dongguan. At the end of the month, Chuanzong embarked on the road of finding a wife. The second day of the second lunar month is Dongkeng Prostitution Festival. Early in the morning, along the way, I saw vendors carrying trolleys on their shoulders, and people flocked to the market from all directions. Ding Chuanzong was a little tired after walking, so he sat in the tea booth and ate dry food, and asked the way to Dongkeng. A cart vendor said, "My guest, you must have come from far away. Why don't you know that today is a big day in Dongkeng? " Everyone is going to attend the festival. "

Ding Chuanzong, who was full of energy, went to Dongkeng with the market participants, found his wife at a relative's house and advised her to go home. Relatives said, "It's rare for you to come all the way and never see a local event. After February 2, it is not too late to go back tomorrow. "

A little parting is better than a wedding. Ding Chuanzong took his wife by the hand and went to Dongkeng Market. Ah! Boy, the dark crowd waves after waves, tightly packed, can't tell the difference between southeast and northwest. The two were separated by the bustling crowd. Wang was afraid that her husband would get lost in a strange place, so he squeezed into the crowd to look for her husband, just like looking for A Dou in a million-strong army. Tired of being crowded, he sat down to rest under the banyan tree by the market. Ding Chuanzong was also looking for the king and saw his wife under the tree. After meeting, the husband and wife embraced each other and cried.

The next day, the husband and wife bid farewell to their relatives and went home. Daughter-in-law met her father-in-law. Ding Caishou blamed himself for his drunken gaffes and told his daughter-in-law not to take the past to heart.

A month later, Wang said shyly to her husband, "Xianggong, you are going to be a father." Ding Chuanzong asked in surprise, "Really?" Sure enough, a boy was born at the end of that year 1 1. Due to years of infertility, I think I squeezed a child at Dongkeng Prostitution Festival, so I named the child "Dongzai". It means from Dongkeng. The story spread slowly, so the opening scene appeared.

Legend of Fairy Traces in Prostitution Festival II (Punishing Evil)-Straight Hook

There is a warm old man in Liangtoutang village, Liaobu, who is honest and kind. I have a very good friendship with Lu in Dongkengtang Village. Every year during the Prostitution Festival, I will go to Lu's house for a few days. On the first day of February (noon) in Daoguang's second year, Mr. Wen took his nine-year-old grandson, Mr. Ziwen, and his calf to visit Mr. Lu's house again, preparing to attend the grand banquet tomorrow.

As dawn dawned, the noisy voice woke Wen, who was sleeping soundly. He washed his mouth and took his grandson to the market. At the right time, the bustling crowd is mixed with different local accents and can be heard for miles away. There are all kinds of stalls here, opera singers, jugglers, food sellers, penny and other farm tools. They are too busy to look at them. Ye and Sun had a good time.

Suddenly, the calf ran to a stall selling needlework and sundries and shouted with a needle, "Grandpa, I want to buy a fishhook." Old man Wen smiled and said, "Silly boy, this is called a needle, not a fishhook. The hook is bent. " The calf said, "This is obviously a fishhook. It's curved. Grandpa, please buy it for me. " Grandpa and grandson saw different things, and the quarrel attracted others to watch. What you see is obviously a needle, so where did the hook come from? It is foolish to laugh at calves. In order to avoid everyone's ridicule, Wen Laohan quickly paid for this special "needle".

After returning home, the calf asked some friends to go fishing by the river with the newly bought hooks. I caught a big fish as soon as I let go. After three times, I can catch a big fish, but no fish is hooked again. Only three big fish can be caught every day, every day. Other friends can only catch some small fish and shrimp. Everyone calls this kind of straight fish hook a god hook.

This incident reached the ears of the village husband, Aunt Li. He was bullying and doing all kinds of evil in the village, and everyone hated him. As usual, the calf went fishing by the river again. Before getting off the bus, hemp seed Li snatched the calf's hook hard. Because of the influence of the villain, the calf can only swallow its tears into its stomach.

Pockmarked Li was so happy that he immediately lowered the hook into the river, only to see that the float was extremely heavy. He thought he had caught a big fish, so he quickly closed the hook. When he saw a poisonous snake weighing four or five pounds sneaking into the base, the snake grabbed the rope, pounced on Pockmarked Li, bit him hard, and then swam into the river. After being bitten by a snake, hemp seed Li died in less than an hour.

Legend of Immortal Traces in Prostitution Festival (3)-Golden Hoe

Lu Longguang, the boss of Dongkeng Shuiwei, is a famous rich man. Before he became rich, he was still a very unfortunate poor man.

One year, during the Prostitution Festival, he went to the market to buy hoes and plow the fields, and happened to see a booth selling hoes next to the Jing Qing Temple. He rummaged through his pockets and found only a few coppers, which was not half as much as buying a hoe.

He bent down and saw a chipped hoe. He asked the hoe seller if he was willing to sell it to him with the only money he had, and the hoe seller agreed to his request. An old man nearby said, "This rotten hoe can only shovel half the grass, but the effect is not good. What can it do? " Lu Longguang replied: "If you have money to do things with money, and if you have less money to do things with less money, you will use money."

The next day, he went to work in the fields with the hoe he had just bought. When he hoes it, it can reach more than a foot. As if he doesn't have to work hard, he hoes the ground several times faster than usual. Where the hoe turned over, it became fertile soil, and the weeds in the field naturally withered when they touched his hoe. Long Guang was elated and decided that the hoe was a gift from heaven. He got up early and worked harder in the dark.

He planted ginger in all cultivated fields, and carefully managed it regardless of wind and rain, hot summer and scorching sun. Jiang is prosperous, and he is looking forward to harvest and hope.

It rained heavily that year, and there were floods everywhere. Lu Longguang reclaimed the highland. Ginger planted far and near, the ginger planted by every household is necrotic, which is called "ginger plague". Only the ginger planted by Lu Longguang has no "ginger plague".

Due to floods, most crops fail, and people are prone to edema in famine years. In that era of lack of medical care and medicine, ginger was the only specific medicine to treat edema. It has been confirmed by ginger sellers who traveled all over the country that there was no ginger in Laolong (Longchuan), which shows the preciousness of ginger at that time.

Lu Longguang harvested ginger, transported it to the place where edema occurred and sold it. A shipment of ginger went and came back with a shipment of silver, and became a famous rich man.

The fourth legend of immortal trace in prostitution festival (anti-corruption chapter)-curly arm

Fairy things and traces have appeared in previous festivals. On the second day of February, people who came to the market from all directions wanted to try their luck and had to buy something to go home, hoping to buy fairy treasures.

Another year of prostitution festival. Thinking quietly about the savage Huanglong view in Luofu Mountain. He cut down a dozen thousand-year-old trees in the mountains, such as grinding arms and branches, and touched mortals to the Dongkeng market.

Huang Yeren's grinding arm is an unprocessed natural branch, which looks very rough and difficult to use, but his asking price is very high and he won't sell it to anyone who bargains. There is a bad rule in his proposal. He must make a counter-offer according to the previous customer. After half a day, the asking price for grinding the arm is only one penny. As night falls, the market is about to break up. He hasn't sold a grinding arm. Just as he was packing his things and preparing to go back, a stingy rich woman had just worn her arm at home. Seeing that the goods were cheap, she bought one without bargaining. I said to myself, the work of grinding is done by servants anyway, whether it is useful or not.

When Huang Yeren packed his things and went back to the mountain road to cross the sand pond, he said to himself, "There are crooked trees in the mountains, but there are no straight people in the world." Gently pull the remaining grinding arms, all the grinding arms become straight trees, throw them into the sand pool, and then float away. For a time, the onlookers listened and listened, and this legend has been talked about so far.

The next morning, the rich woman packed her newly bought grinding arm and told her maid Bridget to go to the teahouse by herself.

Since adding a handful of rice, a lot of white rice has been flowing out, so there is no need to add more rice.

When the rich woman came back from drinking tea, she danced with joy, regardless of the maid's life and death, and greedily shouted, "Push, push hard." She thought that this must be the fairy's treasure bought at the prostitution festival, and she wanted to introduce this valley to Mishan.

The handmaid is usually afraid, so she hastens to exert herself. Suddenly, with a bang, the grinding arm broke, and the rice would never flow out automatically again.

As an ancient folk culture of Han nationality, Prostitution Festival is said to be a festival for immortals to visit people, observe people's feelings and help the poor. Therefore, people often gather in the square to show themselves on the second day of the second lunar month, so that immortals can truly observe the truth, goodness and beauty in the world and "seek medical advice". Over time, it became a festival, named "Prostitution Festival" and later called "Fairy Festival". Later, people competed to splash water and shoot water in the street for fun, and merged with the "Water Splashing Festival". Since then, the "Prostitution Festival", which has lasted for hundreds of years in Dongguan, Guangdong Province, has become a unique local cultural heritage and an intangible cultural heritage in Guangdong Province, and is deeply loved by the people.

There is also a saying that a large local family named Lu opened a farm before Tomb-Sweeping Day. On the second day of the second lunar month, in front of Tanglipu village, a notice for recruiting long-term agricultural workers was posted. Since then, it has become a habit for young people who have no land to sit on the fence in front of Tanglipu village on the second day of February, wearing hats and coarse towels to show their "prostitution" and sell their labor force, waiting for the rich to hire them. On this day, rich people who own land go to Tanglipu village to select young people who are willing to "betray themselves" and release cowboys for one year, which is called "selling themselves".