Huashan (prose)

Let's sing a toast. The rice smells delicious. Guests from afar, please have a taste. Lusheng dance, flying songs, friends from all directions, please stay. ...

The people here are hardworking, simple and hospitable, and the ethnic customs here are colorful and the cultural heritage is profound. Drink a cup of Miao rice wine, and you will love it here; Listen to a Miao family flying song, and you will be intoxicated here; Dance a Miao dance, and you will love life here.

There are many ethnic and cultural festivals in Miao Village of Di Wei. However, among many festivals, Huashan Festival is the strongest.

According to the old people, many years ago, some families in the stockade had no sons, so they hoped to pray for the blessing of the gods by making a wish, and finally got a son. So, I chose a high, flat and wide hillside and invited friends and relatives of the whole stockade to sing and dance together to celebrate.

However, the Huashan Festival held at present is mostly for protecting and inheriting excellent national culture, excavating profound national cultural connotation, promoting national unity, deepening friendship and understanding among ethnic groups, and promoting the harmonious development of local economy, culture and society. Therefore, Huashan Festival has become the strongest festival in Miao village, and it is held as scheduled from the first day to the third day of each year.

On Huashan Festival, men, women and children, relatives and friends, and neighbors all dressed up and flocked to Huapo to sing and dance to celebrate the festival.

In front of the guests, there are two rows of well-dressed welcome teams. In one row, a young man played a welcome song with a reed in his hand, and in the other row, a girl sang a toast with a horn cup filled with rice wine to show her respect and welcome to the guests. "Ladies and gentlemen, I came to Miao Village Township, and the children in Miao Village Township rejoiced. Please drink a glass of Miao's wine. Don't be sad when guests go back. Drink it! Guests from all over the world, cheers! Friends from all directions. " Can be said to be singing and laughing, people come and go. This song is really warm and this wine is really refreshing. That's what all the guests say.

Suddenly, the horn sounded, and two young people came slowly in front, carrying flower trees, followed by several old people playing lusheng music in Huashan, followed by two rows of young men and women dressed up with lusheng in their hands. Walking slowly from a distance, like a dragon hovering on the flower slope. The pace is steady, steady, vigorous and powerful, the voice is low and high, and the resentment is unrestrained. If resentment is longing, if resentment is weeping, it will shake the top of Huashan Mountain.

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Then, a group of Miao children dressed in costumes played lusheng and danced on the stage. Sometimes flying, sometimes lying on the ground; Sometimes stand upside down, sometimes rotate; Sometimes staggered, sometimes scattered. Echoing the rhythm of the sheng sound, it is fast and slow, and it is both rigid and soft. As moving as a butterfly dance, as soft and delicate as a dragonfly. Vivid, it can be described as seamless.

This is how the Miao people continue to inherit and protect their own culture and prevent it from being left behind in the dust of history.

As we all know, Miao people have no words to record their culture. Their culture is embroidered on clothes and skirts, or passed down from generation to generation through word of mouth, or spread and developed in the form of songs and dances. I must be proud of this country. As Dickens said in his book Mountain Immigrants, "There are two tenacious and suffering nationalities in the world, one of which is the Miao nationality in China".

For thousands of years, the Miao people have passed on their own culture from generation to generation, which makes me proud and I sincerely admire it.

The afterglow of the sunset has not fallen, and the breeze is blowing. People come and go on Huashan Mountain, and songs and lusheng sound are integrated with people's cheers, conversations and laughter. Several young people make a hullabaloo about to disperse the crowd, then they carry dry wood one by one and pile it among them, and then they light a fire, and immediately Huashan is in flames. At this time, no matter old or young, male or female, they are holding hands, dancing and singing around the fire.

A few boys either picked up a horn cup filled with rice wine or blew a lusheng and sang "cheers" and "toast songs" back and forth to propose a toast to everyone. Not to be outdone, the young girl sang a flying song.

Standing in the crowd, I was attracted by this affectionate and beautiful flying song, fascinated by this strange dance and infected by this deep national complex. I seem to be drunk in Miao township, drunk in Camus' flying song and drunk in Huashan Mountain in Miao township.

The moon rises in Dongshan, and night falls. On Huashan Mountain, people have scattered one after another, and the sweet and pure flying songs and high horns are gone, only the rustling of the breeze on the leaves is whispering.

After bidding farewell to Huashan Mountain, Miao Village is already dimly lit, looking up at the starry sky and stars. From time to time, the toast songs of the Miao family floated to my ears. "Please drink a cup of wine from Miao family. Don't be sad when guests go back. Drink it! Guests from afar, cheers! Friends from all over the world ... "

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Miao Lang, Luo Kunren, Miao, 20 14 college student majoring in Chinese language and literature, School of Humanities, Guizhou Institute of Engineering and Technology.