March, is the flowers blooming season; March, is the farmers sowing season, now the March, has become a dai powder red fat girl. Choose such a time to celebrate the festival, choose such a time to celebrate, choose such a time to joy, how poetic and picturesque! The first thing you need to do is to get a good understanding of how to live in the world, and how you can do that!
In western Hunan Luxi, Guzhang, Jishou Miaozhai border Liangjiatan Township, March 3, the sky is clear and cloudless, the sun is soft and warm, the birds' chirping and the creek murmuring sound intertwined, composed of a wonderful spring music, so that people are like walking into a dream. When the mountain side flew a burst of moving song, from the highway, ridge, mountainside came up a group of men and women in full dress, the young scion mouth mouth title wooden leaves while walking and blowing, beautiful girl with a flower umbrella walking and singing ......
The Miao girls came to the side of the song field, often by their grandmothers to wear silver garlands before going on. Because the annual Song Festival, not only to celebrate the spring sowing, but also the Miao young men and women looking for sweethearts of a good time, so the song is not just blowing wood leaves, jumping reunion dance, it also contains a wonderful joy and philosophy of life.
Under the bright moonlight of March 3, the Miao men and women sing love songs freely to a group of me. Into the love song of a continuous singing field, from time to time to see a few Hmong students in the invitation to a beautiful full-bodied girl to sing, and the girl just a slight smile, but closed mouth, she secretly from around the search for opponents, the girl aiming at a student after singing, was not selected to sing the student will automatically withdraw, another object to find a song to go. Those pleasant and emotional songs stirred people's hearts, as if they drank a bowl of mellow with Baogou burnt, the heart is drunk.
In this joyful festival, people recalled their past, a paid the price of blood in exchange for the festival. According to legend, in that slash-and-burn time, there was a dense forest and black fertile land in the border of Miao village in Luxi, Guzhang and Jishou in western Hunan, and there was spring and autumn. The border of the Miao people to fight for this piece of "fat meat" and sharpen their knives, bloodshed and casualties. This history continues for a long, long time, the Miao people finally awakened, the Miao brothers can not kill each other ...... After the negotiation of the head of each place, reached an agreement, decided to hold a song meeting every year on the third day of the third month of the ancient calendar in the Liangjiatan Miao village on that piece of terrace, to celebrate the great unity of the Hmong brothers.
With the passage of time, the content of the song will be gradually enriched, every year to this day, the Miao border villages and cottages of young men and women dressed in new clothes, came to this piece of terrace that can accommodate a few thousand people, with the form of the song to choose the object of choice, under the shade of the trees, the bushes, the pairs of pairs of poured out their love, talk about ideals ......
What a sweet song, happy Miaozhen ah! The era of barbarism is gone. Especially today, the reform and opening up, the life of the Miao family is like that sesame blossom high, Miao girls after the students, blowing wooden leaves race song song is even more energetic. The emotive song as the foot of the stream seems to flow in people's hearts, the melodious sound of the wooden leaves as if the opening of people's hearts .....