(Yunnan Song and Dance) Square Dance Essay 600 Words

Yunnan is originally a home of poetry, Lunan and winding West song and dance early famous nationwide. This time, however, it has enriched my experience. This is a unique place, the tune from the four sides, each squatting in the pine forests and bushes in the ditch, not far from each other, but do not see each other. Most of the songs are love songs, but there are different ways to sing them. They may be based on a scene, or on an object, or on a variety of metaphors, or on a contest of wit. Or they use the method of asking questions and waiting for the other party to answer. Or they may mock and praise each other, and rhyme with each other in an endless cycle. Other stories are also sung, which run through the past and present, quoting from the classics, and as usual, the person concerned has a book in his mind, knows it well, and speaks it out at the drop of a hat. Many of the people present are experts, and they can't be ambiguous when they open their mouths. So if you're not an expert, you don't dare to speak up easily. On that occasion, I heard a young woman sing and defeat three opponents in a row, forcing the other side to be speechless, so she softly yelled to indicate the end of the victory, stood up from the thorn bushes, straightened her hair, patted the dust on her embroidered apron, smiled at everyone, meaning to say, "Look, I won the song," and appeared to be relaxed and happy, and pulled her fellow travelers! She looked happy and relaxed, and pulled her companion along with her to quench her thirst by walking over to the side of the river rice wine stretcher. There are many such young women in the villages near Kunming. Bright and lively temperament, hard-working, grew a black face with a reddish color, full of white teeth, wore a woolen blue cloth coat and pants, around the waist was nailed full of small silver pieces of button flowers onion green cloth apron, feet wearing a pair of embroidered shoes unique to the Yunnan countryside through the holes, greasy plaited hair coiled on the head. Not only was she very good at singing, but on the first day of the Lunar New Year, she and her companions would go to each village to play the swing, making a three-feet-long swing with horsehide, hanging it on a tall tree by the roadside, and then leveling the beam with ten strokes, and then she would be able to relax as if nothing had happened! In the countryside of Kunming, all year round, morning and evening, you can hear a variety of beautiful and sentimental songs. In order to catch the train from Chenggong to the city, you have to ride an old horse and walk ten miles slowly. Sometimes you have to ride back if you can't catch the train. The road passes through fruit forests, quassia forests, bamboo forests, and a few hills covered with flowers for most of the year. While admiring the powder-blue primroses along the dirt borders, nodding their heads in the light breeze, one always wondered if the blue color was intentionally copied from the sky. At the same time, I listened to all kinds of mountain birds calling for friends, and all kinds of pleasant local songs sung by the girls who drove the horses in front of and behind me. Sometimes, three or five paces in front of the road, suddenly appeared a flowery Dai Sheng bird, stood up on top of the crown of flowers, staring at a shiny eyes, as if also interested in singing, after the horse girls drink, and then fluttered their wings and swept to the ground and flew away. This bird is usually very silent in the daytime, but every morning in the light of day, but happy to sit on the ridge of the house, "Guo Gong Guo Gong" repeatedly called endlessly. The most interesting is the lark, often from the grass not far in front of the take-off, Fuguang circling up, while singing, to the blue sky to drill. It was as if it was trying to penetrate the blue sky. The larks in the bushes responded with a little encouragement. Until they could not be seen, they suddenly dropped down into the grass like a small meteor, and joined their companions, and several other larks took off again. The horse-driving girls were only fourteen or fifteen years old, and their voices were usually untrained, and some of them were still hoarse and sandy, but in this kind of environment, their voices came out naturally, and no matter what they sang, they were full of a kind of simple and natural beauty. The most lively singing is called "Jinmandou Club", once held in the village of Longjie, when the two floors of the courtyard of the residence and the long corridor of the house, gathered more than a hundred men, women and children from several nearby villages, six people sitting around a short square table, filled up thirty tables, each table took turns to sing in a low voice, the "December Flowers," and other local Each table took turns singing "December Flowers" and other local tunes in a low voice. Although the voice is extremely soft, but together like a piece of pine waves, in the breeze swaying in the stretching and relaxing uncertainty, a little bit of the meaning of the dragon and phoenix rattling. The singing style alone is extremely interesting. The singing continued for three days. Most of the women came to the festival, almost as if it was a New Year's festival, all cleaned up, with silver glittering on their heads and in their hands, making them unrecognizable. I looked from table to table as a guest, and many of them looked familiar, but I couldn't name them. Then I remembered that this was the stall selling sour pears at the entrance of the village, that there was a water washer by the city gate, the family of the craftsman who made iron buckets, the owner of the small grocery store, the village doctor and the chicken maker, and naturally, there were the girls who drove horses, farmers of all ages, and the old women who drifted from town to town to sell their needlework, so I knew a lot of people! On the surface, the gathering is said to be a way to avoid epidemics and disasters, but its main function is to pass on songs. The older generation passes on to the next generation all the beautiful songs full of wisdom and passion that they have memorized. The songs are sung repeatedly until they are familiar to everyone. That's why the elderly people present are particularly excited and active, and often move from table to table. The main function of the song is to pass it on according to the rules, so it is not taboo to sing anything. One of the best is a drummer from Longjie village, who is over 70 years old and has lost all his teeth, but he can sing the whole song with great enthusiasm. In addition to love stories, mocking smokers, scolding the rich, all good, really like a "song library" (this kind of people in our hometown is called song master). When I was a child, I used to listen to the old woman's verbal expression: "It's hard to meet Jinmandou in ten years", which means that the event is hard to come by, but I realized that this is the case after attending the event. It's the "Yunnan Song Festival."