Come on! When you open the curtains here, you can see the terraced fields and the sea of ??clouds. When you open the door, you can see the waterfalls and mountains.

I think, I miss this place. The mountains, rivers, terraces, frogs croaking, rivers, canyons and sea of ??clouds. You can see them while lying on the bed in the village. The waterfall echoes in the distance. There are villagers driving cattle and carrying plows on their backs. The rake passed by the window... The beauty here does not need any adjectives. Every plant, tree, building, old man and child. The peace and simplicity of the mountain Miao village have been lingering on the wilderness trails for thousands of years.

After arriving in Kaili, Guizhou that day, we went straight to Leishan Baiyan Baimei Village. As a poverty alleviation project of the China Foundation for Poverty Alleviation, the completion of the village has brought tourism development to the Baiyan Miao Village surrounded by mountains. Opportunity.

The night was dark, the car was circling on the mountain road, and the strong evening wind carried the croaking of frogs in all directions. After placing our luggage and backpacks in the village hotel room, the housekeeper sister had been preparing meals for us for a long time. The unique herbs and spices in Yunnan and Guizhou area exuded a mouth-watering aroma among the dishes.

Suddenly, there was a melodious reed sound coming from a distance, continuous and clear. The housekeeper said that this was someone in the village celebrating after planting rice, and everyone was dancing the reed dance.

What a novel and full scene this is! The housekeeper said that when people in the village are busy planting rice, you help me and I help you. After finishing the work, they get together to play the reed and dance to celebrate the end of the farm work. We finished our meal quickly and asked the housekeeper to take us to the dance scene to find out.

Leaving the Cunsu restaurant and walking down the dark mountain path, we turned on the light on our mobile phones and chased the source of the reeds. In a small square not far from Cunsu, a group of people dressed in Miao costumes The men and women formed a circle and danced to the rhythm of the music.

There seemed to be no end of the song, so I asked the housekeeper how long they could dance. The eldest sister laughed and said, when are you tired and when are you not dancing?

It’s really interesting. As a visitor from outside the mountains, the words and deeds of the people here, and even the working tools can arouse my desire to inquire.

The village hotel is simple and elegant in the night of the mountains. As far as the light can reach, the stilted buildings and grape trellises of the neighbors in the village are adjacent to the village hotel. The tile moss and water tanks under the eaves are clearly visible.

The overall building was rebuilt based on the idle stilted buildings of the villagers. Although it is slightly low, the layout is unique. The Miao fabrics on the walls, pillows and beddings embellish the unique local atmosphere of the ethnic minorities, and the frogs are croaking. Nothing, sneaking in with the evening breeze, no tiredness, no fatigue.

In the early morning, I opened the curtains and was stunned by the scene in front of me. Terraced fields crisscrossed the fields, and residential buildings on stilts were scattered among them. In the distance between the layers of terraced fields, canyons and mountains, clouds and mist were rising. Maybe you would think This is fairyland, but this is indeed the world.

For a moment, I was vaguely worried that the vertical and horizontal terraces would disappear. I grabbed my camera and followed the mountain path full of flowers, over the terraced fields, all the way down.

The Miao Village is quiet and peaceful in the early morning. The smoke from the cooking pots is thick in the sky and blends with the clouds. The green hills outside the mountains outline undulating dark lines. Looking back from below, the trails are submerged in thousands of layers. The terraced fields, where the rice seedlings have just been planted, are full of green fields, and the water in the fields is like a mirror, reflecting the morning sky.

I met a Miao man who was driving cattle to his terraced field. I struck up a conversation and asked him why he started plowing when other people had already finished planting rice. He smiled and said he didn't understand. I talked and gestured, pointed to the terraced fields next to me that had been planted, and repeated the question. This time he understood clearly and said, "It's not too late. The other fields have been planted, and this is the only field left. We can plant the rice soon after plowing the ground today."

Although it is difficult to understand, I can still understand it. I continued talking and gesticulating, asking if after plowing, the soil still needed to be raked and leveled. He said, well, yes. As he spoke, he hitched the plow to the cow's back, holding a bamboo pole in his left hand and holding the plow with his right hand. He waved the bamboo pole, and the cow obediently followed the instructions and went to the field. The plowshare turned out dark brown mud in the muddy water, one by one, It can be seen that the fields here are quite fertile. The mountains, cattle, and farmers are reflected in the water terraces. This is an unparalleled worldly scene.

I think that when I think of this kind of painting many years later, it will still make me yearn for it.

After breakfast at the village hotel, the village chief came over and said, let’s go watch the Lusheng Dance and the Bench Dance. Today they are going to compete in a neighboring village. Then he said, our village ranks first every year, and there are so many certificates that we can’t keep them... Standing at the door of the restaurant, he pointed not far away - that is our entertainment and leisure place, where we usually sing and dance. Looking across the terraces, the Miao family in costumes in the small square are already preparing.

As they passed by, a Miao aunt was helping a little girl tidy up her headdress. I have long heard about the noble and gorgeous costumes of the Miao people in southeastern Guizhou. As expected, it is not surprising when I see them up close. From head to toe, almost every part is full of words and stories, including headgear, face ornaments, neck ornaments, shoulder ornaments, and chest ornaments. There are countless , waist ornaments, arm ornaments, foot ornaments and hand ornaments, and their every move and every gesture shows a different kind of national customs.

The elderly have the charm of the elderly, and the young have the style of the young. People are in the wilderness terraces, blending in the mountains and canyons, dancing to the reeds, and they have an extraterrestrial quality.

The people playing the reed are five elderly men. They are in the center of a circle composed of Miao women, holding long reeds to accompany the women.

The housekeeper of the village said that the steps of the Lusheng dance are three steps and one turn, which expresses the reluctance to say goodbye to the hometown. She said that the Miao people migrated frequently in their early years, and people also pursued optimism in their turbulent lives. They sang and danced, which gradually evolved into the current dance form. The Miao Lusheng Dance also has slightly different dance styles depending on the region. The Leishan Miao Lusheng Dance has different dance styles due to different festival contents. Each dance pose contains a certain content. The performance is beautiful, natural, harmonious and harmonious, with a distinctive The regional characteristics also carry many important historical and cultural information and original memories of the Miao people.

Bench dance is another characteristic traditional dance here. It is said to be the most solemn farewell ceremony for the Miao people in short skirts. They hold a small bench in each hand and dance rhythmically to the music. The sound of "Da Da Da Da" is crisp and cheerful, simple, natural and enthusiastic, conveying the attitude of people here towards life, which is positive, optimistic, indifferent and peaceful.

I went to watch a "Hill Climbing Festival" in Fanpai Village, Linzhai, and I really couldn't understand the meaning of this festival literally. After asking the staff of the village hotel and the village chief, I found out that the origin of the "Hill Climbing Festival" was related to the love of young men and women in the early years. In the early years, young Miao men would pay attention to a girl they liked and where she was going. Then they would invite a few friends to sing folk songs near the girl. The girl responded that she would be weak alone, so she also invited her friends to help sing. , over time evolved into a group activity.

With the development of the times and the impact of culture outside the mountains, although the wedding custom of setting love with songs still exists, it is no longer common. However, this kind of activity has now become a form of cultural competition in various villages. On specific days, each village takes turns to hold folk Lusheng dance competitions, Miao song competitions, cockfighting, dog fighting, etc. There are many visitors from all over the world. As many as ten thousand people.

When we arrived, the nearby mountain roads were already crowded, and both sides of the road were filled with stalls selling various local snacks. It seems that the "Hill Climbing Festival" is also a day for local people to have picnics. In the grass, hillsides and slightly more open places beside the mountain roads, people gather in small groups and hold a big pot with large chunks of meat simmering in the soup. Roll over and the aroma will overflow. Seeing me taking photos, a big brother held a beer in his hand and extended an invitation: Come, have a drink. The scenes are real and natural, and the people are warm and simple.

Great beauty is often silent. It is good to exist quietly in a corner of the world, such as the roadside waterfall not far from the village. No matter whether anyone appreciates it or not, it still flows from the top of the mountain. down, and then flows under the invisible cliff; there is also the Xiangshuiyan Waterfall in the dense forest under the cliff. I don’t know where it comes from and where it flows. Standing on the cliff road and looking at it, there is a white line among the dense green. There should be a big river in the abyss of the valley. Perhaps it is these water sources that warm the beautiful mountains and rivers, nourish this Miao countryside, make this land rich in fish and rice, and make people calm and relaxed.

Wandering randomly on the mountain road, I met an elder sister carrying a snakeskin bag. I said hello to her: I am working in the fields.

She smiled but said nothing.

I pointed to the snakeskin bag and asked what was inside. It looked quite heavy.

She answered something, but I said I didn’t understand.

She looked at me as if I didn’t understand, then put the bag down, opened it, and said red sweet potato.

Finally I understood that she went to the field to plant red sweet potatoes, because the red sweet potatoes inside sprouted long and plump buds.

Passing by a terraced field where rice seedlings had not yet been planted, a farmer holding a bamboo basket with two transparent ends was chasing something in the muddy water. The villagers nearby said they were catching fish.

Deduct the fish? There are actually fish in this rice field!

"People in the village almost always put some fish fry in the rice fields where seedlings are raised or transplanted. The fish grown in the rice fields are very delicious." The villagers said that during their growth process Zhonghui will eat the green grass in the rice fields, or small seedlings and rotten leaves...

While talking, the fish-catching farmer caught a fish in a bamboo basket. It looked quite big, and he lifted it up Let us take pictures with a smile on his face.

Looking out from the village hotel restaurant, the sunset shines on the terraced fields with a warm glow. The housekeeper was preparing dinner, and I went to sit and chat at the neighbor's house opposite. He was chopping wood, but it didn't look like firewood. "This is for making spoons," he said. As he scooped up water, I realized that he was making a wooden spoon.

I said the ladle for ladling water was a little too small. He laughed and said, it’s for ladling rice.

"We can make 20 finished products in a day, not counting blanks," he said. "If we take them to Leishan County and sell them, each one can be sold for 20 yuan, and in this village they can be sold for 10 yuan."

The children have all gone out to work, one in Guangzhou and the other in the county. "I am at home alone, and I am idle. I make some handmade wooden spoons. Everyone uses them for health and environmental protection."

There is no shortage of traditional crafts in Miao villages, such as bench making, batik, etc. It is said that many Miao women here do not even need to make drafts when making batik. The beautiful butterfly patterns, flying bird patterns, fish patterns symbolizing many children and grandchildren, and bronze drum patterns representing the sun's rays and worship, reflect the ordinary life. Work patterns, etc., appear randomly on the weaving. These batik graphics reflect the history and life of the Miao people and are one of the carriers of cultural inheritance here.

The staff of the village hotel said that in the future, they will help these traditional handicrafts in the village go to the market and increase the income of the villagers. In other words, every penny spent by everyone here for accommodation is helping Social poverty alleviation and construction.