The Miao people live by the Surabaya River.
The buildings are facing the river to see the picturesque scrolls,
the pavilion is leaning on the village to drink the cloud spring.
Mangpao dances wildly to suppress evil,
Duomao makes good karma.
The forests are dense and the air is fragrant with cedars,
and you will be happy to stay here with a happy heart.
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The winding road connects the villages,
and the beautiful jungle is surrounded by smoke.
The Miao language is heard beyond the borders of the country,
and the fragrant cedars cover the cloudy sky.
Leisurely mountains and water,
Talking about poetry and love.
It's hard for me to say what I want to say,
But I'll leave you with a good view of what's going on.
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Surabaya tributaries are full of scenery,
Da robes seedlings stay here.
Silent cultivation and planting of cedar,
You can spend a lot of time in the spring and autumn.
The song is thick and powerful, and
The fish are celebrated with great joy.
What's more, I'm glad we're having a great time now,
and we're on the road to prosperity.
Far.
Listen to my heart murmuring in the rain of the hanging footstools;
Listen to my heart contemplating on the black and shiny small green tiles;
Listen to my heart dreaming in the Miao family's wooden huts;
Listen to my heart leaping on the slippery goose-warmed stones among the walled village's paths;
Listen to my heart fluttering among the silent lusheng in the Tonggu field! ......
Xijiang is the largest Miao village in the world, known as "Miao Capital",
Where you can listen to the mysterious Drum Zang head of the Miao Drum Zang Festival,
From the head of the living road to learn about the changes in the present and past of agricultural production of the Miao people;
Where you can also watch elegant folklore programs, a glimpse of the Miao songs and dances.
You can enjoy the elegant folklore programs and the Miao songs and dances;
You can taste the flavor of the Long Table Banquet at the Miao Jia Le, taste the sweet rice wine,
feel the charm of the bold and bright Miao wine culture;
On the night of the moonlight star, you can go to the Wind and Rain Bridge to romance the lingering love songs,
feel the love of the Miao young people for the past thousands of years.... ...
For me, who has always had a passion for ethnic minorities,
Xijiang Thousand Households Miaozhai is the place I longed for the most during my Guizhou trip.
The curved cobblestone paths, paved in very regular rows,
like flowers, like round copper drums, like Miao characters.
The moment you set foot on the Xijiang road, your whole being,
will be merged with the culture of Xijiang, which has been precipitated for thousands of years.
In fact, many times culture is a kind of silent expression,
requiring you to communicate with your heart, through time and space.
We are stepping on these cultural footprints one step at a time,
up and down in the village, weaving and searching.
The Hmong love to sing and dance, due to their minimal cultural life.
A long time ago, the Miao people have been living a more primitive life,
In order to dispel fatigue, they take materials from the ground, using leaves to play songs,
with the bench improvisation dance and other forms of expression of their aspirations for a better life,
later gradually evolved into a unique Miao culture,
Blowing the lusheng is one of them, in the The Hmong people say, "If you don't know how to play the lusheng, you're not a Hmong".
Living in a Miao village in the morning, I was often woken up by the sound of a gurgling brook outside the window,
and then a stream of cool air, which is fresh and moist,
and even the aroma of grass and wood, which is also brought in,
thereupon, the night's fatigue disappeared,
and then replace it with a kind of open-hearted and refreshing The feeling.
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The scattered green tiled wooden houses of Xijiang Miao Village are the most memorable.
Lazy recline on the beauty of the leaning, slightly open the eyes of the misty,
Watch the drops of rain along the eaves of the droplets, looking at the neighboring curls of smoke,
Heart is here to melt into the marriage of the head wearing a bamboo hat,
Feet in a pair of rain boots, hand slipped half a catty of rice wine,
Swinging swaggering step on the cottage in the hill of the stone goose,
It was a kind of fairy-like day, leisurely and beautiful.
I wish time would stop like this and everything in front of me would be fixed for eternity.
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The clouds and pigeons live in people's homes, and the sunrise is a golden light that envelops the foggy buildings.
The morning sun rises early and goes out, dressed in fine wine to welcome guests.
The guests can see a world of scenery in front of them, and the mountains and the water are comparable to a peach garden.
The wooden houses are built on the mountain, and the lofts are connected to each other.
Goose-stone paths lead to each other, and the terraced rice paddies are all over the place.
This is the first time I've ever seen this place, and it's not until I've seen it that I realize it.
Maraanti