2. tourists come by name.
3. shallow (the water of the Jiuqu Stream, not deep), clear (clear), rapid (without realizing it, the raft had drifted to the ninth curve, and the current became rapid)
4. I suddenly felt that everyone's life is like a raft in the stream, and that all of them will come to the same rapids and reefs, and that when one encounters a rapids, he or she should take the helm of one's own life like a boatman to cross the treacherous shoals in pursuit of a new goal.
5.A: the last sentence "However, treasured in my heart is not just a photo ......" of the deep meaning is to know how to live, to pursue their new goals, otherwise there is no progress, only backward!
Originally;
Treading the thin snow, I came to Zhaojiagou. Here from Yan'an city more than eighty miles. The village is not big, but the new hoop dozens of stone kilns, looking from afar, neat, gray fluffy. The colorful doors and windows are brightly decorated with reddish couplets and window decorations. The richness of life, the fire of the Spring Festival and the joy of the townspeople's hearts, like a fine wine fragrance, straight to my lungs.
The playground of the school in front of the village has been cleared of snow, and a group of neatly dressed men are digging pits and planting sorghum stalks. I knew, without asking, that they were making preparations for the turn of the jiuqu.
I had come specifically to watch the turning of the nine songs.
Legend has it that the Nine Quarters, also known as the Nine Quarters of the Yellow River Formation, is an ancient combat formation in China. Later, the Shaanbei folk celebrated the Spring Festival, according to this formation arrangement of lanterns, so that people in the nine lights in the turn around wandering, indulgence and joy, which is called the turn of the nine songs. Although my clothes cell buried on the banks of the Yanhe River, I drank the water of the Yanhe River grew up, but there is always no opportunity to appreciate its richness. Some years ago, the world was in turmoil, who had the heart to make a fuss? Now well, Yan'an area of food production, the masses live a smooth day, which celebrates the Spring Festival of the ancient customs, and to blossom in people's hearts: the city, the countryside is also haunted. As a result of the many years of dancing and inking, I favor the strongest local flavor, so I have traveled far and wide to come here.
After chatting with me for a while, the members got acquainted and, without avoiding me, joked with a young man. It was then that I noticed that the young man still had big sideburns. Once upon a time, the wind from the south window had blown to this remote mountain valley. An old man, known as Yang Dabo, teased him about his sideburns:
"Hey, you're a man, you've got hair. You're a man and your hair is so long; you're a woman and you don't wear a braid!"
This comment caused a chorus of laughter." The "big sideburns" laughed and went to twist the arm of the fat young man who made a strange face, and the fat young man dodged around the crowd. I think "Big Sideburns" is just as simple and cute as ever.
The captain, who is in his thirties and has a tiger's face, laughed with the crowd. After a few moments of silence, he said seriously to "big sideburns":
Gnarly Shaan pushed your end! I have a word of honor: if you don't push your head, you won't be allowed to participate in the nine-quarter turn."" Big Sideburns craned his neck in defiance, but his face reddened, he dug in his pits and scowled.
I have long seen, the household they planted sorghum stalks, and grow in the ground when the opposite, are the tip of the tip down, hair root up, that hair root and are cut flush. I asked what this is about, the captain said:
"Each sorghum stalks to rest a lamp it." This I know, sorghum stalks are used as lamp posts." The hairy roots face upwards, cut and trimmed flush, so that the lamp can rest on it."
How stupid I was to think that the lamps were hung on strings. I was so stupid. If I hadn't come here to see it, I wouldn't have known there were such wonders.
The captain saw that I was tired of walking, left the work in progress, led me into the village, arranged in the public kiln, let me rest first. After staying for an hour, I heard people say that the upper courtyard kiln is making lamps, so I went there eagerly.
From a distance, I heard the sound of women talking and laughing. Into the kiln to take a look, big girls and small daughters-in-law, everyone is busy: some do lamps, some do lamp rafts, some do lampshade. The lamp capsule is made of taro, cut into square, round, pentagonal, and then dug a Lin oil pit on it, even if it is done. Lamp raft it, is to use sorghum stalks on the top of the "reed", that is, the long thin part of the knot spike, a split in half, cut into an inch long and short, every two sections with a wick tied into a "ten" word, and let the wick in the "ten" word on the intersection of the vertical up, it is also even into the; with the time, the lamp rafts are floating on the lamp oil. The lampshade is beautiful, made of red and green paper.
I was really amazed at the women's dexterity, and almost everything they made was a handicraft that could be taken out for exhibition. I couldn't help but praise them. One girl, however, spoke up:
"The old hemp bloomed and turned round and round and red, and then don't want to be able to grizzle the jokers!"
What she blurted out was a very vivid albatross. Her voice was like playing the piano. I can't help but notice her: wearing a red jacket, melon face powder white powder white, eyebrows and eyes are like hiding cleverness. Listen to the accent, the old home must be Sui, rice area. I said:
"How dare you laugh? I can't even learn it!"
"Quickly do not give people wear two feet five!" She stroked a handful of hair, "There's no one more porcelain than me in a line of Chuan. If you want to see the clever daughter-in-law, she's in the kiln next door!"
People said the woman's name was Ye Ye.
As they were talking, there was a bang on the window pane, like the sound of small stones hitting it. The women all laughed, but only Ye Ye lowered her head. _A daughter-in-law who was sharpening a lamp laughed and said, "Ye Ye, go on, people are waiting impatiently!"
"Tell him to wait! Anxious to death!" +Yeyeye said. Her face swelled red.
I had guessed a few things about what kind of person had called out to her, but having just arrived, I was not yet in a position to joke about it, so I went to see the clever daughter-in-law.
Sitting in the group of women in the kiln next door, there is really a "clever daughter-in-law" who makes people fall in love with her, although she has already got a grandson and her face is full of wrinkles. She was rushing to make paper cuttings for a large lantern. I was dumbfounded. Without drawing any pictures, she cut out a rice-planting team with a single cut: forty to fifty rice-planting members, with different faces, so vivid that their steps seemed to carry the sound of the wind. The time it took to cut it was only about twenty minutes. The women said that back then, when she was young, she had also shown Chairman Mao how to cut a windowpane.
I have not yet seen how the nine curves actually turn, I saw only the preparations for turning nine curves, but my heart, has been filled with excitement.
After dinner, it snowed. Small, thin snowflakes. The aroma of oil cake, syrup and rice wine from the dinner, and the flavor of the snowflakes melted together, spreading in the mountain village. The sound of jokes and laughter, which had not stopped all day, also melted into it and became louder. Then, the gongs and drums sounded, the suona sounded, and the white or black dogs squatting on the bank of the alkali in the preparation house also scrambled and barked. Men and women, young and old, rice-planting players, streaming toward the schoolyard - the time to turn nine songs has come!
I was sandwiched in the crowd, following the captain's big stride. Snowflakes fell on my face, cool and itchy. Whose kid scurried straight ahead and almost tripped me; the captain rushed to hold me up, scolding the kid while urging me to be careful and walk slower. In fact, he walked faster and faster, and then simply pulled me to run. I know in my heart, for many years this village for the first time to turn nine curves, for fear of messing up, the captain rushed forward to take care of. Running on the run, I grew up used to climbing the hills and hollows of my hometown, not so delicate. I am also willing to run, the first to see huh!
Jiuqu lights shine in front of our eyes. Hitching eyes, stars, light, illuminating the ravine, illuminating the snowflakes flying in the sky. I felt for a moment as if I had seen such a scene before. Oh, come to think of it, I've seen it. On the day after the National Day last year, I flew back to Xi'an from the capital city and looked at the lights of the ancient city, 'Isn't it very similar to this? Only, that scale is much larger, tonight is only a microcosm of it; however, now the lights, vertical columns, horizontal rows, coupled with the halo of the millions of snowflakes, resulting in a rippling flickering, disorienting scenery, than that seen, more fascinating to the intoxication.
I saw, ten big lanterns, hanging high around the playground." The "clever daughter-in-law" cut the rice-planting team paper cuttings and pasted them on these lanterns. Suddenly, is the lanterns on the Yangge team jumped down? Why is there colorful silk flying all over the place and dancing?
Gongs and suona sound, the rice-planting team to "umbrella head" as a guide, the first through the swim into the lights, "umbrella head" in the hands of the flower umbrella, should be with the gongs and drums point, together with a voltaic, regimental spinning, as if floating in the Yellow River whirlpool; rice-planting team members in the hands of the colorful silks, constantly dancing, like to the Yellow River over the sky, smeared on the piece of haze. When the flower umbrella rotates, the bright crystal snowflakes also rotate; when the colorful silk flies up, the bright crystal snowflakes also fly up. The umbrellas, the colored silks, the snowflakes and the smiling faces are all illuminated by the lights, and they are all spinning and reveling in the nine curved waves.
The beautiful, exuberant dance of the rice-planting team dazzled and envied me. I have worked in professional theater for many years, I am familiar with a number of actors, some of them are a little bit of artistic attainments, but to perform such a passion, almost no one can do." The "clever daughter-in-law" cut the rice-planting song team should also be ashamed of themselves. I think, in front of this dance in the nine lights of the rice-planting team, can also be said to be cut, but it is with the tradition and the reality of the giant scissors cut, pasted in our beautiful life on the great big lanterns.
I followed the crowd and wore swimming in as well. It was as if all the light in the world had gathered here at once. The lights were bright, the eyes were bright, the smiling faces were bright, the figures were bright, and even the blowing wind was bright. A drifting snowflake, carrying a circle of light, is like a small floating light. I saw, among our bright ranks, a bright old man, a bright wife, and a bright child held by the hand of a bright mother. All the people of the village-from the eighty-nine to the newest walker-had probably come. All of them were bright, smiling and happy, and their steps were light, and they wandered around joyfully, stepping on drums, snowflakes, and light.
My heart, too, lit up, rising a rainbow of associations. I think this one Chinese lights, more like a blooming mountain flowers; people more like butterflies flying around, flapping bright wings; I think this one Chinese lights, more like a spike of ripe sorghum, people more like holding a scythe, more like holding a ground and ground, shiny shiny scythe, is singing a chug chug chug chug bright song; I also think, this Chinese lights neat and tidy, one line after another, more like a beautiful movement of the pentatonic score, more like a vibrating piano. I also thought that the lights were neatly organized, one line after another, like the five-string score of a beautiful piece of music, like a quivering string, and like the bright notes of the people who were flying and swinging. A burst of laughter, only to see people looking behind me. I quickly turned my face, it turned out to be close to my uncle Yang, also actually twisted rice-planting songs. He was shaking down flakes of light and snow. It looks like he used to be a good rice-planting song twirler, with beautiful arms and legs, but now, in order to attract people to enjoy, he intentionally made his movements very exaggerated. After he had his fun, I asked:
"Uncle, how old are you?"
"Sixteen," he replied, laughing. A ray of light and a few snowflakes shook off his brow.
"Sixty." The captain explained, "When he was a boy, Comrade Zhou Enlai even taught him how to write."
"You are so lucky!" I looked at Uncle Yang and raised my voice at the sound of the gongs and drums. I felt that a ray of light drifted into my eyes and a few snowflakes drifted into my mouth.
"Happy then, now is also considered happy, the middle years," said Uncle alas, "happiness, to the black hole, fishing a begging stick!" After a while he said, "do not say that. I just want you to know that last year alone, I hit eight thousand kilograms of grain!"
Daobo Yang could not hold back the joy that filled his heart. He wanted me to tell those old comrades who worked in Yan'an, Yan'an is red again, and the same as in mass production, everyone has food and clothing, Xiege squinting, I hope that they have the opportunity to come back to see ≯ gray rhyme color, just in people's hearts flashed, passed away. Everything in front of me was so bright. But I suddenly remembered the "big sideburns", looking left and right, he did not see, my heart more or less a little melancholy. I couldn't help stabbing the captain, who was walking in front of me, and saying that he shouldn't have given such a strict order to keep that young man out of the happy crowd.' The captain waved his hand and pointed to our left:
"Isn't that? Here he is!"
My eyes flicked over a few rows of lights to get a closer look, and it was him, but he'd pushed buy and had the same hair style as the other postulants. Who was the girl in front of him? And he was so intimate, turned around and smiled sweetly, stuffed a handful of something to him, he took a big bite. Even the snowflakes, even the light, swallowed together, joyful. I finally recognized that the girl is Ye Ye. Captain said:
"A pair of lovers. Not allowed to stay big sideburns, in fact, is the meaning of Ye Ye. The woman is awesome, said to continue to stay, no two words, blow! I can wo fulfill them? The captain's voice, too, seems to contain light, glowing. Jiuqu lights shine, everything is so harmonious, so full, so rich in charm. I feel that I and these simple and honest Zhuangzi people, are glittering lines of poetry to stay.
The snow is heavy and falling. The halo on the snowflakes was also big, a circle. People's heads, eyebrows, shoulders, all fall on a layer of snow, and a heavy layer of light, such as jade carving. Snow big love also rise, who wants to leave? People in the light and snow, more joyful spinning carnival.
Over a light, another light. Each lamp symbolizes a day, a *** is three hundred and sixty-five lamps, like a whole year. I wish people: our every day is bright! Past one lamp, another lamp. Nine twists and turns of lamps seem like our path forward. Our way to come is winding, and so is our way to go. But on the winding road, where there is hardship and pain, and as tonight, though snow falls, there is always light to shine upon us. We are never discouraged. Even if a few tears of sadness sometimes fall, these tears are filled with the light of hope!
Over one light, and another. I floated and turned my thoughts to the nine lights.
How attached I am! Looking back, I really want to return, tear a few pieces of light, times with a poem, like the first love with a lover's gift of handkerchiefs, often with a sheath beside the gap this piece of light, tonight flash in the family kiln, will certainly give the whole village old and young Li petal _! Weaving a transparent, sweet dream it.