Originating from the northern foot of Tanggula Mountain in Qinghai, the milk and sweat of the Snowy Mountains gave birth to the surging river. It rushes all the way through eastern Tibet and then into Yunnan. Did you know that there is an extremely beautiful place in the Lancang River? Is there a woman waiting for you in front?
In the process of accommodating the water that gathers hundreds of rivers in southwest Yunnan, the Lancang River is enlightened by the valleys infested by wild elephants, filtered by the vast primeval dense forests, and subtropical areas with the fragrance of jackfruit and mango. Influenced by the breeze, the originally wild appearance finally turned into a docile look, filled with the gentle temperament of a young woman from the Dai family.
In Xishuangbanna, you have the beautiful state of weaving structures together with the mountains, dams, forests, grasses, flowers, birds, fish, insects and kind-hearted people. And it continues to seduce many people with black hair and yellow hair, traveling thousands of miles to explore your secrets. Poets say you are the poetic sentiment, artists say you are the artistic conception, and essayists say you are the ultimate artistic conception. There are as many unique and fresh observations, understandings and understandings of you as there are travelers.
In Xishuangbanna’s primitive dense forests with endless ancient trees and dense vines, life is like a gurgling mountain stream, showing mystery and vitality in its ever-changing forms. The seasons change subtly on the branches, and time flows gently through the leaves. All kinds of leaves sprout new leaves when they fall to the ground, completing the replacement and regeneration of old and new leaves without people noticing. Everything about it is new but remains the same as it was before. It is always changing and developing but it maintains the spirit of its original intention; it never rests on the status quo and stops, and there is no such thing as the trees in the north or the time lag and generation gap that we humans have. A leaf is a milestone that continues the past and opens up the future; a leaf is a chronicle that connects the past and the future; it is always creating and therefore always full of vitality. As for travelers, standing in front of such wonderful nature, even the most ordinary mind will have new thoughts. At least the mind will always be much clearer than before.
The sky, mountains, trees, flowers, plants and animals, with their respective outlines, colors, movements and smells, are related to the Dai, Hani, Blang, Jino, Awa and Lahu on this green land. Ethnic minority people maintain spiritual communication at all times, and humans and nature are in a harmonious atmosphere. Influenced and nourished by the strange mountains, beautiful waters, green forests, fragrant flowers and fragrant grasses, and influenced by thousands of years of Buddhist culture, the people who live in the bamboo buildings have an open and generous mind, a transcendent and leisurely spirit, and a unique sense of expression in their speech and behavior. As leisurely as flowing clouds and flowing water. In their blood, good nature flourishes. Being diligent and brave, helping others and being hospitable, respecting the elderly and caring for the young are their ways of repaying nature. Men do not steal or cheat, women do not steal or prostitute or be violent, men and women are equal, marriage is free, transactions are fair, and there is no deception or adulteration. The social atmosphere is really applauding. Emphasizing business and never abandoning industry and neglecting agriculture and education shows the inner stability and maturity of Xishuangbanna people.
I once came to Xishuangbanna during a dry season and witnessed the folk paintings of the Dai village at dawn: the sun was still bathed in the mysterious dawn*, and the village was already filled with the sounds of birds and chickens, and the shadows of people moving. In the hazy morning light, men either go up the mountain to tap rubber, or go to the fields to cultivate, or go down to the river to fish; the women carry snacks containing purple rice, grilled fish, sour fish, fragrant bamboo tubes, and perhaps freshly picked snacks. The bamboo baskets containing bananas are sold in the market a few miles away. Several Dai girls in bright tube skirts walked with light steps, carrying wooden buckets to fetch water from the spring beside the Phoenix Tail bamboo forest. The old man opened the cattle pen and drove the cattle out of the stockade. The copper bell on the cow's neck swayed with crisp bells, trembling in the morning wind, and the beautiful music called for the future and hope.
At this time, a bright red sun jumped out from the clouds on the top of the mountain. A brilliant brilliance fell leisurely from the sky, dressing up the Lancang River in front of the village like a bride. The colorful Lancang River is flowing slowly, and it is going to the azure ocean! I heard my landlord Yanla from the Dai ethnic group say that the plume clouds blown by the Pacific monsoon are the greetings sent by the flowing Lancang River from the ocean to my hometown in Xishuangbanna.