We are used to eating the city's big fish and meat, now taste the countryside characteristics of the farm, but also has a taste. Just when we are drunk and full of food, there came a lively sound of gongs and drums, this is what happened? The first thing I noticed was that there was a rice-planting activity going on in the square.
The square is surrounded by mountains on all sides, although it is winter, but some of the surrounding trees are still leafy and lush. The square is flat and wide, already crowded with people, everyone's face is full of smiles, especially the children, exceptionally excited, running around, also want to go up to twist two steps.
This time, more and more people, even a small hill are full. In the midst of the cheerful music, a man in green pants, holding a large fan with a golden edge in his right hand and a red ribbon in his left hand, stepped on the drum and opened the event.
At that moment, the square red silk flying, drums, they move neatly, the hands of the silk cloth and then straight forward, and then up and down, and then swinging, such as silver snakes, such as flying practice, dazzling, won the audience bursts of applause. More striking is that a group of grandmothers, you see, they twisted a left, twisted a right, their hands constantly changing patterns, the left hand holding an octagonal scarf, the right hand holding a red fan. The scarf is thrown over their shoulders and shaken down, and the fan is opened and closed, so they are very flexible and full of energy, and they are not inferior to the young men.
The bustling scene continued until about three o'clock in the afternoon, the sound of horns, gongs and drums, blowing away the winter's chill. We were all watching, listening, and reveling in the happiness and joy.......