It's been half a year since I left this land. Of course, I can't stand being idle at home all day and wasting time waiting for a blink of an eye, even during the Spring Festival. On the second day of New Year's Day, I found a partner who could accompany me along the direction where the Niulan River flows, pushing a bicycle for sightseeing and roaming.
Go further and further, follow the direction of the river, go to the Jinsha River without stopping, then set foot on the footprint of the Yangtze River, and finally meet the sea in that endless place. This is the magical place of the earth. The endless mountain range is embroidering its lines with plastic, and all the winding rivers use it to communicate with each other. In this way, the pulse of the earth will always beat, and people will go through thousands of years in the gestation of this broad mind and spend one grand and happy Spring Festival after another. Of course, we can't go to the end, even the Jinsha River, which is the insignificance of human beings to the earth at a specific time.
In terms of efficiency, it will be a glad you came.
The river winds in the mountains and makes a deafening sound in a shoal or canyon. This sound is more like a free dialogue with heaven and earth, with the mountain wind whistling in the middle. In such a place, we often meet a bridge. Fortunately, we met two bridges in that place that day. A bridge is white, tall and majestic, and a bridge looks old, short and mottled: one overlooks the surging mountains and rivers, and the other is quietly telling the vicissitudes of history: one stands in the wind and the other listens to the wind. It seems that the ancient bridge has long been integrated into the landscape, forgotten itself and achieved itself at the same time. Not many people will walk on it again, because it is not a good angle to enjoy the mountain light or the river view. It is only suitable for seeing the scenery, and people are always willing to stand on the heights where they can see the scenery. In the independent wind, people saw the traces of the stone surface on the stone bridge being eroded and broken.
As early as Mr. Xu Xiake's description of the natural scenery of Yunnan-Guizhou Plateau, people knew that there were countless stone bridges here. No one wants to draw more ink on these stone bridges. They will only be washed away by time between these mountains and above this river, and gradually lose their characteristics. Decades later, they finally collapsed under the call of a storm and lightning, completing their natural fate from people. Bridges have no concept of time, and there will be no concept of festivals. When people are busy in the lively Spring Festival party, the bridge also carries the footsteps of passers-by. There may be several lively parties on the new bridge, but the old bridge is getting more and more lonely and desolate. Perhaps, it doesn't feel lonely, because it is silently creating scenery, but people who remember it on such occasions, like me, can't stop remembering it.
The wind is still ringing in my ears, with the sound of the river hitting the rocks, the sound of the unknown earth, and the quiet story of the stone bridge in the depths of time and space, not talking about myself, but about history. Do they know it's Spring Festival again? People who cross the bridge will tell it, or, there is a change in spring in this world, and there is a small flower on the bridge.
People stopped for a while, then pushed their bicycles, crossed the lush bridge on the bridge opening, and entered the most open area of the river, which is the shallowest place. The fields of green wheat waves and the blue, green and white rivers form a sea surrounded by these mountains. Walking along the narrow dam between the seas, gradually, the river became deep and sank to the bottom of the mountain.
On the other side of the sea, someone. Seeing the color of a peach blossom, the human atmosphere becomes stronger, and there is a Yi village lying at the foot of the mountain. The scene of the Yi people's Spring Festival is quite spectacular. At this time, they will put on their traditional costumes and get together to sing and dance. As for whether the dancers here are the legendary "Xi jumping on the moon", not many people will go into details. Even if it is a kind of dance, it will inevitably appear different in the evolution process of different places, but the general form should still be the same.
A party with a fire won't be fully functional until the evening. Those who want to get home before dark must enjoy the party during the day.
Yi people are very hospitable, and the girls and boys of Yi people are extremely enthusiastic and versatile without exception, which is the result of Dashan's natural upbringing. Even taciturn people understand the truth: when in Rome, do as the Romans do. They must drink the welcome wine, put on the prepared clothes and join the bonfire carnival team.
The games of the Spring Festival can only be embodied in specific places and specific people, and these are the conditions, so this time it has become a place of crowing and dancing, and the world is full of excitement. Without exception, the young Yi people are engaged in singing and dancing, while the old people are sitting next to them with tapestries, telling the Spring Festival traditions in their hearts and the life they have experienced in this land.
The carnival of the Yi people lasted for two or three hours. Those lucky guests will get a brocade gift from the Yi people's old people or girls. It should be a brocade bag embroidered with flowers, the most exquisite one, with a luxurious and festive peony embroidered on it. In embroidery, it is very difficult to embroider peony, and such a flower has been integrated into the hard work and time of the elderly. Just a few hours of perception is a kind communication for the guests who are full of * * *! Reluctantly bid farewell to the enthusiastic Yi friends, the trip will continue, and the carnival in the mountain village will not stop.
Then I went down the river and watched the willows sprout on the river. Occasionally, several boats docked under the willows on some people's rivers. Spring comes early in Yunling. During the Chinese New Year, the branches of azaleas have already had little red buds. People always break a few branches and put them in vases on the windowsill to welcome the sunshine and spring.
Such a day is not so much to celebrate the Spring Festival as to watch it. Look at the natural scenery and people's festivals all the way. The Spring Festival here is all green except the main color is red. There will be a thin layer of pine needles on the table and on the ground, which means to ward off evil spirits and pray. People who travel will also hang pine branches on vehicles to pray for peace for one year.
Dashan embraces the river with unique feelings and embraces people who are otherwise. The deep blessed land between heaven and earth nourishes people's heavy, simple, sincere and kind hearts, and engraves every landscape in time. The scenery is still there, the places to see it are still there, and there are endless visitors, but will the vision of enjoying the scenery change with time?
The pine branches hanging from the back of the bicycle are swaying and walking through the paths between mountains and rivers. It's time for people to go home for dinner.