This is a unique place. People who are in tune with each other come from all directions and crouch in pine trees and bushes. Although they are not far apart, they do not meet each other. Most of the songs are love songs, but there are many ways. Or see the situation, that is, things will be prosperous, and compete wit with various rich metaphors. Or ask questions and wait for the other person to answer. Or laugh and praise each other, rhyme with things, endless cycle. I also sang other stories, which ran through ancient and modern times and quoted classics. As usual, the client has a book in his heart and knows it well, so he just comes out. There are a lot of experts present, and they can see the high and low when they speak, and they can't be vague. So I'm not an expert, and I dare not say it easily. That time, I heard a young woman hit three opponents in a row, forcing them to be speechless, so she gently shouted that the victory was over, got up from the thorns, got a haircut, patted the dust on the embroidered apron and smiled at everyone, meaning, "Look, I won this song." With a relaxed and happy face, she took her companion and crossed the burden of rice wine to quench her thirst.
There are many such young women in the village near Kunming. He is cheerful and lively, hard-working, with a red face, white teeth, blue clothes and trousers, an apron with small silver buttons around his waist, a pair of embroidered through-hole shoes unique to rural Yunnan, and shiny braids on his head. Not only did I sing beautifully, but I also went to various villages to swing with my companions on New Year's Day. I made a three-foot swing strip out of horse skin and hung it on a big tree by the side of the road. After pedaling for ten times, I flattened the beam and swam casually!
In the countryside of Kunming, all kinds of wonderful and affectionate songs can be heard in the morning and evening all year round. To catch the train from Chenggong to downtown, you have to ride an old horse and walk ten miles slowly. Sometimes if you miss the bus, you have to go back. This road will pass through some fruit trees, oak forests, bamboo forests and several slopes full of flowers for half a year. While admiring the pink and blue primroses on the edge of the ridge, nodding in the light and breeze always makes people suspect that blue seems to be deliberately imitating the sky. On the one hand, I listened to all kinds of mountain birds calling friends and lovers, on the other hand, I listened to the girls driving horses singing all kinds of local sweet folk songs. Sometimes, three or five paces ahead, a A Dai bird suddenly appears, with a crown on its head and sparkling eyes, as if interested in singing. After the horse driver had a drink, it flapped its wings and flew away. As usual, this bird is silent in broad daylight, but every time in the morning light, it is happy to sit on someone else's roof and keep barking. The most interesting thing is the lark, which often takes off from the grass not far ahead, spirals up, sings and drills into the blue sky. As if to keep drilling into the blue sky. Larks crouched in the grass, but with a little encouragement, they responded to each other. Until the poor eyesight disappeared, suddenly, like a small meteor, it fell into the grass at a very fast speed and joined other companions, so several other larks took off again. Girls who drive horses are only 14 or 15 years old, and their voices are generally untrained, and some are hoarse and sandy. But in this environment, they export naturally, and whatever they sing is full of a simple and natural beauty.
Everyone sang the most lively "Golden Man Fight", which was once held in Longjie Village. At that time, on the second floor of the residential courtyard, under the long porch, more than 100 people from several nearby villages gathered, and six people sat around a short square table, filled with 30 tables. Each table takes turns to sing local songs such as "Spend December" in a low voice. Although the voice is extremely soft, it is like a pine and cypress, stretching and relaxing in the breeze, a bit like a dragon and a phoenix. This singing alone is extremely interesting. Continue after singing and leave for three days in a row. Most women came to the meeting, similar to holidays. They are clean and neat, with silver on their heads and hands, which makes people afraid to know each other. I looked at the table as a guest. Many people look familiar, but they can't name them. Later, I remembered that this is a village stall selling pickled pears, and there are people carrying water to wash clothes at the door. In addition, there are also family members of craftsmen who play hoops and drums, proprietress of grocery stores, doctors and eunuchs in rural areas, and more naturally, girls who drive horses, farmers of different ages, and old women who float around in the countryside selling needlework patterns. How many acquaintances! On the surface, the meeting says that its main function is to spread songs. The older generation will pass on all the beautiful songs full of wisdom and enthusiasm to the next generation. Sing it again and again until everyone is familiar with it. Therefore, the old people in the field are particularly excited and active, and often take turns around each table. Since the main function is to spread songs according to the rules, there is no need to avoid asking what to sing. The best performer is the trumpeter in Longjie Village. He is over 70 years old and has lost all his teeth, but he can sing the whole song with great enthusiasm. Everything is fine except love stories, mocking smokers and scolding rich people. It's really like a "music library". When I was a child, I often listened to the old woman's oral words: "A golden bucket comes once in ten years", which means a great event comes once in a blue moon. Only after attending did I know that this kind of meeting only existed in the year when Venus entered the bucket.
Singing together, there is also a lyrical atmosphere, and the background is particularly clear and beautiful, which is the national anthem held at the foot of Happy Valley Music Festival.
Southwest used to be the hometown of poetry. I have lived in rural Yunnan for eight years, and what I have heard is only a small part. After liberation, the people are masters of their own affairs, their lives are getting better and better, and their mood is bound to be particularly cheerful. A new generation of singers must be more lively and enthusiastic than thirty or fifty years ago. Singers and model workers are not five golden flowers, but ten thousand!