The terraced rice paddies,
Close up, the wind swaying rapeseed flowers,
A distant view, the winding atmosphere of the river around the city,
Look up, the sharp bends in the steep mountain highway,
And the canyon between the mist,
But they have been flocked to the eye,
How to see it is not enough to see.
The terraces under the bridge, the Miao village, the mountain road, the river,
constitutes an absolutely beautiful landscape scroll.
2, Thousand Houses Miao Village
By: Cheng Gu
Miao spring scenery, rosy and colorful,
as the fairy down to the earth to give you an endless sense of movement,
Miao April in the spring breeze, the warmth of the wind,
as a pair of gentle hands caressing the side of my face,
feel a kind of
I feel a kind of indescribable pleasure.
I was wearing a warm sunshine into the,
Miao and Dong Leigong mountain foothills river valley.
Here is located in China's largest original pure land,
fairy tale world - Xijiang Thousand Houses Miaozhai.
Uncover her beautiful veil and get a glimpse of her mysterious charm.
3. Miao People
By Liu Zicheng
I'm proud, I'm proud,
I'm a Miao from the deepest part of the mountains
Although our nation does not have its own written records,
but we have not forgotten the history,
For many years,
people through the oral tradition,
people from generation to generation,
the Miao people are the most important people in the world.
People through oral tradition,
generation after generation to sing our thousands of years of tragic history,
with embroidery image engraved with us,
ancestors suffering running course,
generation after generation to pass on to us intact.
4, miss my Xijiang Miao village
By: Wang Fanfan
The heartbeat of the Xijiang Miao village,
telling the slope of the river valley,
Miao children changing bones.
The footstools on the mountain peaks,
you have been tied up,
how many men with love?
In the maple forest, the sound of laughter is as old as ever.
In the sunset, the smoke from the cooker,
became the beauty of the peach garden.
I think, Tao Yuanming seems to have been,
here intoxicated.
It is the beat of the Miao girls,
dancing!
5. Remembering the past
By Hou Jihong
The joyful dive of the reed-sheng.
The origin of the sword mountain and sea of fire,
The classic, daughter red, mellow and clean,
South flower embroidery lady's smile -
Bala River,
Lights submerged,
The red leaves of the distant mountains.
The spinning wheel, stretching the years.
The bench dance makes the moon bright.
On the big dustbin Miao village,
Looking far away, the woman in front of the footstool,
Euphemism, the boy's love.
The Miao calendar,
Precise, the speed of growth.
The amount of the son's righteousness of the human system.
2. Poems in praise of the Miao
1, Miao girl Author: short knife Modern you in the warm eyes of the ancient Miao River bathing in the flowing water kissed every inch of your skin you are the Xiangjiang River polished thousands of years of jade you are the moonlight crystal clear eternity Miao girl who unloaded your silver crown of flowers to teach the mountains of the flow of water lifted up your sleeping dream you are the princess of the entire valley walled up thousands of Ren is the Iron General guarded by anyone who can not easily get close to you are the most beautiful rainbow in heaven and earth, Miao. You are the most beautiful rainbow in the sky and the earth. When a Miao girl goes out, her mother makes clothes for you. The batiked steeds fly freely, the embroidered phoenixes fly freely. You are the clear spring in the mountains. I began to be jealous of the river that kissed you and I began to fear the mountains that protected you you are the Adeline in the water your gentleness makes the stars confused Hmong girl Hmong girl wearing a crown on her head wearing an epic 2, I'm a Hmong man by: light speech modern I'm a Hmong man life has given me steep peaks, lush forests within reach of birdsong as long as you step away from the tip of the grass whispering my wealth is more than mountains and streams more than just a glorious Silver jewelry, the ancient hammock ...... Miao girls moving love songs will also once again make my blood turn a thousand times I have bronze skin, steel trunk mountain spine I have the spirituality given by nature just roar the mountains will return my 10,000 echoes without a stage, no need to accompany the song is from the bones of the moss complementary to the carpet, just borrow a piece of forest, the moss is the only thing that is needed. I'm not a believer who practices with a scripture tube in my hand, I also love the world outside the mountain, I love the bright neon rainbow in the night, I love those foreign brothers and sisters, I love those who struggle with destiny, I sympathize with the disabled people begging on the street, the stray dogs and cats... I'm not a believer who practices with a scripture tube in my hand, I love the world outside the mountain, I love the neon rainbow in the night, I love those foreign brothers and sisters, I love those who fight with destiny, I sympathize with the disabled people begging on the street, the stray dogs and cats... I don't know what I'm doing, but I'm not a believer. ... I never believe that the sun rises from the horizon I only know that the sun is from the opposite slope of the Miao Walled City climbed up over the eaves of my house and rising smoke meet the warmth passed to the footstools hanging in front of the rows of rich corn I'm a Hmong Hanzi I use a reed-sheng blowing love, affection, harvest My song is higher than the mountain peaks and longer than the straight white to the east of the river, just because I'm the Chi ancestor of the descendants of the Miao Hanzi 3, Xijiang Thousand Houses Miao Village Author: Chen Linhai modern night than I first arrived in Xijiang mountain lights have long been ready for me to a brilliant feast I stayed in the wood do not know where to start to touch the track of time rain is rushed to the face of tiredness was assisted by me to walk from the mountainside to the foot of the mountain foot of the hammock hide in the dark corners of the history of the crowd watching the crowd crowd squeezed out of the Lotus Pond a summer of the frogs singing I in the I wondered in which house the first lamp was first lit and then spread the flame If one house is lit every year, then a thousand houses for a thousand years, how many hardships and tribulations do they have to go through in the wind and rain This open-air museum standing between the earth and the sky puts the culture of the Miao people in the mountains and fields with a modern interpretation of I really want to imagine that the winds that go back and forth across the mountains go from one door to another from this dynasty to another (Note: Xijiang Qiandou Miao Village is located in the south-eastern part of Qiandong Province, which is the most famous Miao village in China. The Miao Village is located in Xijiang Town, Leishan County, Qiandongnan Miao and Dong Autonomous Prefecture, and is a place that preserves the "primitive ecological" culture of the Miao people in its entirety.)
4, the Miao crying wedding author: alone on the West Tower modern crying all relatives of their own good crying to all relatives to send a generous dowry tomorrow I will leave my parents to leave siblings to leave the birth of my small village with the favorite and strange brother to go to the never stayed in the home to get along with a village of strangers today there are a thousand reasons for capriciousness today is still the parents of the most beloved daughter today is the brothers and sisters today is the most inseparable playmates Today is the most loved daughter of her parents today is the playmate of her brothers and sisters today there are 10,000 reasons to cry for marriage today we give you happiness and solemn ceremony in the name of custom cry for marriage for a month to cry out all the emotions in front of those days of brotherhood and sisterhood in the affection pouring out of my tears allow me to cry like a child in the sound of the cry for marriage to put on the most beautiful clothing of the Hmong people wear the most favorite silver ornaments I've come down from the heavens of the fairies across the threshold of the mother's home beautiful and confident at the moment I enter the doorway of the house of the mother-in-law, I will be proud of myself. The moment I cross the door of my in-laws I will smile from my heart to my beloved and my favorite future I will be the most beautiful wife I will be the best mother where I stand ah is one of the most beautiful scenery 5, if the Hmong language disappeared Author: Seek An Modern if the Hmong language disappeared the world will lack a communication tool in the national forest will be the death of an ancient tree, only to leave behind the dry body all the knowledge, all the inheritance will be lost with the floating leaves. All the knowledge, all the inheritance will fall with the floating leaves and turn into soil to feed the other trees In a few hundred years, the beautiful Hmong dresses, the exquisite silver jewelry, the immaculate dove flowers, the pomegranate pictures with many children and many blessings All the various things ...... will be close to death or already dead, leaving behind only one piece of lifeless artifacts and even the artifacts won't be left to rot and weather in the long river of history In a few years, the Hmong language will disappear. After a few hundred years, some scholars and archaeologists may know about it, but so what? By that time, how many people will remember the "Hmong New Year" and the "April 8" festival? For the Hmong people, who would remember or maybe forget the history of the Hmong people, the culture of the Hmong people, the festivals of the Hmong people, the customs of the Hmong people, everything about the Hmong people has been forgotten. If one day you meet me and I say that I am a Hmong, but I can only speak the language of other ethnic groups and only know the festivals of the other ethnic groups, how would you look at me? Would you feel pity for me? Competition is fierce in all walks of life, all follow the laws of nature, the strong live, the weak die Miao language is gradually dying Miao language regeneration force is constantly decaying new things, all follow the name of other ethnic groups, what computer, what cell phone, directly copied the most frightening is that many adults, and no longer teach children to say the words of Miao I can't imagine, a few hundred years later, the Miao will go to where to go and where to go.
3. Poems in praise of the Miao1, Miao girl By: short knife Modern You bathe in the warm eyes of the ancient Miao River, the water kisses every inch of your skin You are the jade polished by the Xiangjiang River for thousands of years You are the crystal clear eternity under the moonlight Miao girl Who unloaded your silver crown of flowers to teach the flow of water from the high mountains to lift up your sleeping dream You are the princess of the whole valley The wall stands thousands of Ren is the Iron General's guard, and who can't easily get close to you You are the most beautiful rainbow in heaven and earth. You are the most beautiful rainbow in heaven and earth, Hmong girl, when you leave the house, your mother makes your clothes for you, the batiked horse flies freely, the embroidered phoenix flies freely, you are the clear spring in the mountains, you are the golden phoenix in the river and sky, I begin to doubt my hearing, you must have sung all the way from the ancient times, I begin to doubt my eyesight, the river glows with golden light when you walk, I begin to doubt my sense of smell, you smile back and the mountain blossoms bloom, I begin to be jealous of the river that kisses you, I begin to be jealous of the river that kisses you, and I begin to be jealous of the river that kisses you. I began to be jealous of the river that kissed you, and I began to be in awe of the mountains that protected you. You are the Adelina of the water, and your gentleness confuses the stars. Hmong girl, Hmong girl, with a crown on her head, wearing an epic 2. I am a Hmong man. I am a Hmong man. I am a Hmong man. Fate has given me steep peaks, lush forests, birdsong, and the tips of the grass whispering as long as I step away from them. My wealth goes beyond the silver jewelry, the ancient footstools ...... and the beautiful love songs of the Hmong girls that make my blood turn a thousand times. I have bronze skin, a body made of steel, the backbone of the mountains, and I have the spirituality given by nature. I only need to roar out loud, and the mountains will echo back 10,000 times. Without a stage or accompaniment, my song flows from my bones. A carpet of moss, a forest as a backdrop, rainbows hanging from the treetops, the beat of a woodpecker's drum, and you'll be lost in your own thoughts. I'm not a devotee of the scriptures, but I love the world beyond the mountains, I love the neon glow of the night, I love my brothers and sisters of the foreigners, I love my people who fight against destiny, I sympathize with the handicapped, the dogs and cats begging on the streets, I never believed in the sun, I never believed in the sun, I never believed that the sun was the only thing that made me feel like I was a human being. ... I never believed that the sun rises from the horizon I only know that the sun climbs up from the opposite slope of the Miao village and crosses over the eaves of my house to meet with the rising smoke and passes the warmth to the rows of rich corn hanging in front of the hammock I am a Hmong man and I use a reed-sheng to blow the sound of love, affection, and harvest My song is higher than the mountain peaks and grows longer than the river that runs straight to the east because I am the descendant of the Chiyu ancestor. I am a descendant of the ancestor of Chi You, the Hanzi of the Miao family 3, Xijiang Thousand Houses Miao Village By: Chen Linhai Modern The night arrived at Xijiang before me The lights on the mountains have already prepared a brilliant feast for me I stayed in a wooden I do not know where to start to touch the track of time The rain was rushed in a weary face I was assisted to walk from the mountainside to the foot of the mountain Hammock building hide in the dark corners of the history of the lively crowd crowded out of the lotus pond of the summer of the frogs I thought of the first light is which one? I wondered in which house the first lamp was first lit and then spread the flame If one house is lit every year, then how many hardships and tribulations have been endured by the thousands of households over the millennia This open-air museum standing between heaven and earth has placed the Miao culture in the mountains and fields and interpreted it in a modern way I really want to be like the winds that go back and forth in the mountains, passing from one door to the other, from this dynasty to the other (Note: Xijiang Thousand Households is located in the Miao Village of Qiandongnan and the Miao Village of Xijiang. (Note: Xijiang Thousand Houses is located in Xijiang Town, Leishan County, Qiandongnan Miao and Dong Autonomous Prefecture, and is a place that preserves the "primitive ecological" culture of the Miao people in its entirety.)
4, the Miao crying marriage Author: alone on the west tower modern Crying all the relatives of their own good Crying all the relatives of the rich dowry sent Tomorrow I will leave my parents, leave my brothers and sisters, leave the village where I was born and raised with the like and strange brother to go to the home of the village where you have never stayed together with strangers Today, there are a thousand reasons to be capricious Today, is still the parents of the most beloved daughter today Today, is the brother and sister of the inseparable playmates Today, there is a thousand reasons to be capricious Today, is still the parents of the most loved daughter today Today, there are a thousand reasons to cry at the wedding, and in the name of custom, we will give you a happy and solemn ceremony, a month of crying at the wedding, crying out all the emotions of the days before, in the midst of all the love and affection, I am in tears, please allow me to cry like a child, and in the midst of crying at the wedding, dressed in the most beautiful Hmong garments, wearing the most beloved silver jewellery, I am a fairy who has descended from the heavens, and I will cross the threshold of my mother's house, beautiful and confident, and at the moment when I step through the door of my mother-in-law's house, I will be proud of myself, and I will be happy and confident. The moment I step through the door of my mother-in-law's house, I will smile from the bottom of my heart to the people I love so much and to the future I adore. I will be the most beautiful wife, I will be the best mother, and I will be the most beautiful scenery wherever I stand. If the Hmong language disappeared, the world would be without a tool of communication, and an ancient tree in the ethnic forests would die, leaving behind only a dry body, and all of the knowledge, all of the inheritance, would be lost with the floating leaves. All the knowledge, all the inheritance would fall with the leaves and turn into soil to feed the other trees, and in a few hundred years, the beautiful Hmong dresses, the exquisite silver jewelry, the white dove flowers, the pomegranate pictures, all the ...... would be nearly dead or already dead, leaving behind a single, lifeless artifact, and even the artifacts wouldn't be left behind, to rot and weather in the river of history, and in a few more years, the world would be left without a tool for communication. After a few hundred years, some scholars or archaeologists may know about it, but so what? It's just a pathetic sigh. By that time, how many people will remember the Hmong New Year, or the 8th of April, when they can pick flowers, embroider, weave brocades, make batiks, and make beautiful silver jewelry? For the Hmong, who remembers? Maybe they've forgotten the Hmong history, the Hmong culture, the Hmong festivals, the Hmong customs, everything related to the Hmong, the Hmong people have forgotten. If one day you meet me and I say I'm a Hmong, but I can only speak the language of other ethnic groups, and I only know about other ethnic groups' festivals, what will you think of me? Will you pity me, will you mock me, will you feel helpless, or will you laugh? In today's society, all walks of life are highly competitive, following the law of nature, the strong survive, the weak die, and the Miao language is gradually dying, and the regenerative power of the Miao language is decaying, and new things are named after other ethnic groups, such as computers and cell phones. The most frightening thing is that many adults no longer teach their children to speak the language of the Miao people. I don't want to imagine where the Miao people will be in a few hundred years' time, and where they can still go.
4. What are the words that describe a Miao girlSimple, plain, hospitable, sincere, optimistic, silver
1. 淳朴 (chún pǔ): honest and simple
Constructions: The simple folk of the Miao village is a good place to travel.
2. pǔ shí: ① plain; ② simple and honest; ③ down-to-earth, not pompous
句：Mother has decorated the living room in a simple and elegant way.
3. rè qíng hào kè (热情好客)：to be very warm to guests
句：Chengdu is a hospitable city.
4. sincerity (zhēn chéng): truthfulness and sincerity without any falsehood
句：When a friend is in trouble, he always gives sincere help.
5. lè guān ( optimism): a happy spirit, full of confidence in the development of things (as opposed to "pessimism")
句：他的乐观感染着周围的人。
6. yín zhuāng sù guǒ (银装素裹): In a snowy landscape, things outdoors are wrapped up in silver, as if everything is wearing a white veil. It describes that there is no color from top to bottom, very plain and clean.
sentence: after the snow, the silver-clad mountains are shining in the sunlight.
5. Poems describing Guizhou1, "Guizhou Miscellaneous Rhymes" Ming Dynasty Yang Shen
Qing Zeng wrapped buns for carving questions, iron distance wear shoes to learn the horse's hooves. In the morning, a woodcutter pays a visit to the tiger's den, and at dusk, he draws an urn and goes down the ape's ladder.
Translation: With beautiful cloth wrapped around the bun to tattoo patterns on the forehead, wearing iron shoes to learn to walk on the hoofs of horses. In the early morning the woodcutter goes to explore the tiger's den, and at dusk the old man goes down the long ladder to fetch water.
2, "Two Songs of Sub-Guizhou, One of Them" by Li Gang, Song Dynasty
The partridge cries on the green maple road, and the ancient county is desolate and connected to the island.
Translation: The road is lined with maple trees, and the partridges are crowing, and the former county is connected to a desolate island.
3, "Guizhou", Yuan Dynasty, Fan梈
The long time away from thinking is not cozy, the feelings of the late spinning added. The moon is the only thing in the sky, and the mountains are the only thing in the sky, and the clouds are the only thing in the sky.
Translation: It is very uncomfortable to be away from home for a long time, and the feeling of missing home deepens at night. The sky is pleasant and the moon hangs high, and the mountain peaks and clouds are connected together.
The rocky peaks of the mountains rise up to the sky and the sky is the same as Han's, and there is a gap between the mountains and the sky.
Translation: The peaks of the high mountains are at the same level with the sky, and there are a lot of swamps in the deep valleys.
5, "To Guizhou", Song Dynasty, Zhao Ximai
I traveled through long pavilions and short pavilions, and arrived at the city of Guizhou in ten days. The river turns from the egret's flying side, and the clouds are born in the green mountains.
Translation: It took twenty days to reach the city of Guizhou after traveling a long distance from the Long Pavilion to the Short Pavilion. The egrets were spinning and flying over the river, and the white clouds were showing in the green mountain vacancies.