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Returning to Miaozhai, my heart and blood boiled again
I can't get out of the body of the pith and dance marks
Presented at the festival in Miaozhai
The youthful splendor loaded into the hurried bag
Boiled into the original flavor of Miao brothers and sisters
Soaked in the water, and then the water was used as a substitute for the water, and then the air was used for the water, and then the water was used as a substitute for the water.
Soaking in the flavor of the Miao brothers and sisters, overflowing with a seductive fragrance
Listening to them, as if after a bird's song
those long and short mangos, xiao tubes, bamboo pipes
and the big and thin `Rushang' played in unison
The rough and thin sound of life, pinched and put on the fingertips
The melodious and long-lasting, undulating and downward motion of those days
Those high and low notes, long songs and low notes, and long songs and low notes of the Miao brothers and sisters, the long and thin `Rusheng' played together.
The high notes and low tones of those days, the long songs and short tunes
did not need to be processed or modified, did not need to go through a long period of precipitation and accumulation
They were just spat out by the opening and closing of the lips
In the sky over the village of Miao, the staccato and the melodious, as if it was auspicious
Look at the hordes of Miao girls, dancing into a big colorful garland
Rotating on the plaza, it was like a ripple wave
The light of the silver jewelry on their heads blinds visitors from afar
I can't tell who was the sister who poured the wine yesterday
The dancing bracelets tinkled on the chests of the Miao girls
It was like singing mountain songs at the time of the date
The earthy, thick, and simple children of the Miao family rolled on the ground, hooked their waists and captured their souls
The golden pheasant chimed in at the dawn, kicked their feet up to reach the moon, and gazed at the mountains and rivers,
The butterflies, phoenixes, birds, flowers and grasses on the clothes of the Miao girls are also danced more vividly with the sheng
In this way, the Miao people who beat the waves in groups open up their hearts
Drinking from the sea bowls, singing from the cherry mouths
The bonfires of the festivals reddened the night sky
In the spring, the Miao children who were so simple and honest like the soil and the people of the countryside were all in a hurry to get to the festival.
Spring stories are fermented and spread in the sentiments of the Miao children
Oh, the days of the first month are so long, and the cowhide drums
are set up on top of the forks of the trees
waiting for the bare-shouldered men to play them without hesitation or haste
The windswept willows of the Miao girls, with their flowing skirts
are left to the rhythm of the feet, and the clanging of the drums
The windswept willow willows of the Miao girls, with their flowing skirts
are left to the rhythm of the feet. The clanging of the drums
The peaks of the mountains compete with each other, the river flows, and the smoke from the cooking fires in the valleys
Floating in the air is the fragrance of sticky patty cake and fish in sour soup
The life of the Miao family, happy and joyful, blossoms like flowers
Drunk on the sheng and dance, it makes you feel fascinated, and makes one look back for a long time
The feeling from the depth of one's heart is as if one is in a paradise! Paradise.