Women of Xiangxi (Author: Peng Xueming)
When walking into Xiangxi, the women of Xiangxi are the most concerning.
The women of Xiangxi are simple and rustic, just like a stone or mountain flower in the mountains, without any artificial carvings or decorations. No matter how the wind blows, the sun or the rain, the work or the grind, the women of Xiangxi are just like water. Spiritual, graceful, and filled with the most exciting breath of life. Although you sometimes see one or two that are not very attractive, once you inquire, it is guaranteed that they are not from Xiangxi, but women and wives who come here to do business from other places. Xiangxi women are pure spirits who can be both ugly and beautiful.
In the background of green grass, trees and flowers in Xiangxi, Xiangxi women always have the best scenery when walking. You have a pointed face with thin lips, tender skin, a slender waist, and a firm chest. You are soft but not weak, charming but not vulgar. You are wearing a floral dress embroidered by yourself and a silver ring cast by your father and brother. Swinging through the heart. Butterflies followed behind me. The colorful dragonflies followed behind. The purple swallows coming from the south murmured and followed behind them in colorful patterns. They are a kind of flowers and trees with excellent texture, with large flowers blooming and growing in large areas.
This person, alone and in a hurry, is an elderly aunt. When she goes up the slope, she will hide in the crops and not come out for a long time. The hoe and sickle in her hand will pick out a large piece of poetry and cut out a large piece of article from the gurgling trickle of her sweat. Woman, a plow in articles and poems, bends her waist and bends her back, carrying the hot sunshine and the begging of life, and crawls forward. The leaf palms of the crops become fatter and thicker, and the fruits of the leaf palms become stronger and sweeter, but the wrinkles on the woman's forehead are as deep and black as the furrows under the plow. But the woman still stood in the crops, letting the mountain breeze blow and keeping company with the white clouds. Then she took the stars and moonlight home and made them into oil lamps to illuminate the lives of the whole family.
Those newly married sisters-in-law and unmarried girls are like a group of chirping mountain sparrows, flying around all day and all night. The bright silver voice trembled and drifted in the valley. The spring water rose in the river, urging the flower buds on the trees, soaking the carefree yellow leaves until they straightened their waists and floated to the bottom of the cup. They want to climb over the greenery to the other side of the mountain to visit relatives, watch the excitement, meet lovers, or just buy something they like. They don't apply eyebrow makeup. They don't get perms or plastic surgery. They only wear good clothes. Like their lovers, they hate those seductive women who are flamboyant and wearing heavy makeup.
Those lovers often wait on a rock slab by the river or in the forest, watching for the love that is about to come over the mountains and ridges. The water under his feet and the fish at the bottom were like a woman's palm touching his heart. When the woman's bell ring came closer, the lover stood up and shouted loudly to them, "Oh-oh!" The beautiful women in Xiangxi pricked up their ears, opened their eyes, smiled, and responded in unison. Oh--oh!" The men said "oh" again, and the women said "oh" again, and the whole valley was filled with "oh". There is no oath of love, no sweet words, the women and men of Xiangxi just promote love to us.
The Xiangxi woman in the checkered dress who had already belonged to her lover, shy but brave, stepped out of the queue to greet the man. But it doesn’t work! Those good women, who were softer than anyone else when they were soft, and wilder than anyone else when they were wild, all of a sudden grabbed her by the corners of her clothes and were not allowed to come forward, hey! Just can’t wait! If you don’t want us even before we get married, how about kissing me and behaving like that? We don’t believe it! We're going to see if you, my dear, are stupid or handsome! We want to renovate our descendants! After saying that, they swarmed up to him, hugging the man and tearing him apart. Lifting the man's ears, twisting the man's face, cutting off the man's clothes, and then lifting his legs up in the air, he hit the woman in red, until both men and women surrendered and begged for mercy. So, okay, let’s kiss and do the demonstration! The two men, who each had "ghost fetuses", half pushed and half stood on the ground, making a demonstration move. Why! How many men will be drowned by a drop of water from a Xiangxi woman?
Women in Xiangxi are very clever and can embroider and make shoes.
Women in Xiangxi are strong and beautiful, and can give birth to children.
Women in Xiangxi are beautiful and passionate, and can create love.
When the women in Xiangxi sing, the bullets in the songs can knock down an iron heart.
When women in Xiangxi dance, the love hook in the dance can catch the retreating figure.
The women of Xiangxi are the purest, truest, kindest, most beautiful and most intelligent people in the world.
But their lives are miserable, and they seem destined to be a medicinal root buried deep underground. Since childhood, they have not had a children's paradise, only blue sky and grassland. Although they have grown up in the baskets of their parents like their brothers, they will never have the superiority and dignity of their brothers. While the older brothers dress up and go to school, they often stay at home sweeping the floor, coddling their younger siblings, or doing other things. Being poor and unable to afford money, parents can only favor their older brothers and younger brothers, and they feel wronged. Because sooner or later they are the ones who will throw out the water and cannot take it back. Sooner or later they will become other people’s wives and do other people’s things.
They often stand on the eaves or terrace of their homes and watch their childhood children dance and play carefree on the campus playground. They often listen to the ancient maple tree with its luxuriant branches and leaves chiming down. sound. When they crawled into the crack of the door outside the classroom and read "1+1 equals 2, 2+2 equals 4" with their partner, the teacher was surprised to find those dark eyes: "Sister, come in, I teach You!" But the girl blushed and ran away, never to come again. Xiangxi women, a bunch of grapes that are ripe before they are sweet, sour the hearts of the world.