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("Hou Hanshu", "Huayang Guozhi? Nanzhongzhi" records: There is a king of bamboo, who thrives on Dunshui. There is a woman who walks by the water, and three large bamboos flow into the woman's feet, and she refuses to push it. I heard that there is a son Sound. Take it and return it, break it, and get a man who grows up with talent and martial arts, and then Xiong Changyi Di, with Zhu as his surname.)
The King of Bamboo is the King of Yelang, bestowed by Emperor Cheng of the Han Dynasty. His people call themselves Buyi, and their Han surname is Jin. They are silent in nature and tenacious in life.
In the southwestern mountainous area, on the Yunnan-Guizhou Plateau, prehistoric history is like a silent night, which lasts as long as ten centuries.
In such darkness, only the dark green eyes of the wild wolf are watching intently. If the Buyi people travel at night, they will use the eyes of wolves as lamps to identify their villages.
The wolves keep their eyes open all night in the quietest and darkest season. But they cannot put what they see into the world. They are so lonely, and so is the world, but they and the world cannot warm each other.
Therefore, when the lights of Buyi Cottage are extinguished in the distance, light blue cosmic light emerges in the western sky, and the direction of mountain streams and flowing springs becomes clearer, with a bit of joy and shyness. The silver chain, Mimi flows to the far east
At that time, there was only black nothingness, illusions of nothingness, gathered in the valleys, crowding all the gaps in the trees. The dream of the universe shrouded the ancient wildness.
A lone wolf uttered a sigh, then a howl and a neigh. It wants to spread its voice to the folds of the mountains, to the farthest forest on the plateau, and to its companions.
The wolves in the deepest caves and in the furthest forests heard the voice, a voice of its own kind, and they began to answer.
The wolves howled one after another, and the wolves began to shout out their hearts, the music in their hearts and souls. The howling of wolves made the stars tremble, the mountain wind twitched, and it was long and mournful, whirling and agitating in the mountains for a long time.
The darker the place, even the faint light is extremely clear. At night on the plateau, the light of the stars is not a lamp in the world, but a wild animal looking around.
The Buyi people saw that in the dark night, from the forest to the mountain pass, there are green eyes.
When the Buyi people heard it, the howling of wolves was like cracking silk, sparks erupted like rocks hitting, and clusters of light like lightning.
The howling of the wolf pups is relatively light, but often very long, like the new tentacles of vines entwining the young saplings tightly, and like silk threads in the night getting stronger and stronger.
At that time, hundreds of millions of creatures listened silently, and in their wells of hearts of different sizes and depths, rippling pain and sorrow that gradually faded away.
That is the special music of the plateau.
Hundreds of millions of creatures breathe everywhere in the night. Does their common pain come from the virgin forest without roads and directions? Or from the depths of the earth?
During the long years of loneliness, they convey this pain to human beings.
The barefoot Bouyei people, from the electric shock-like pain produced when the soles of their feet pressed against the ground, knew these billions of silent creatures. They have waited in the cycle of life and death for ten centuries, but they still cannot speak.
It is this unspeakable pain that infiltrates all the wandering souls fed by the rain in the mountains with the sadness of the night.
Only by singing can one be liberated and released.
Therefore, the Buyi people in the mountains love to sing. They sing on the cliffs, in the boundless forest, by the water, when the seasons change, when they communicate with their ancestors, and when their souls call to their souls.
The melody of singing is the common voice and soul of nature. The songs of Buyi people can be understood by all wild trees, crops and living things.
In this eternal nature, the land, rivers, forests, and starry sky guess each other, and animals and plants communicate with each other in their own ways.
The Buyi people firmly believe that their ancestors lived on bamboo and drifted with it. Therefore, the bamboos all over the mountains and plains are relatives of the Buyi people, and they are silent brothers of this lonely and tenacious nation.
Bamboo all over the mountains listens underground and asks questions from high above, and it undertakes the mission of creating miracles.
The spring on the plateau is cold and wet, and the golden sunlight flashes on the rocks and disappears in a flash. The land in the forest is formed by the decay and fermentation of fallen leaves, so it is extraordinarily soft, and the pervasive smell is as sweet as the southern hair cake.
After the moisture cleared, at the end of March, the fertile and soft land made a crackling sound under the urging of the season¡ª¡ª
Crack, crack, crack, crack, it's really nice to hear, the earth has a sound.
People's eardrums were once covered by the seasonsIn the distant horizon, the source of Huaxi, the hometown of King Yelang, Aha Lake is dotted on the Yunnan-Guizhou Plateau like a blue crystal. Immediately, my mind is bright.
? Every March and September, boys and girls from the four townships and eight villages will go to Aha Lake to make love.
Throughout the year, the lake is vast and surrounded by mountains. Overlooking the horizon, the mountains are rolling and undulating; near the lake, Buyi villagers in colorful clothes are working in the fields for four seasons, and the long-haired shepherdess is singing her never-ending love song¡ª¡ª
"Moon flower, blue moon flower,
Slowly climb up the rock,
Spring, spring is not as fast as it is!
Moonflower, blue moonflower,
Slowly climb up the tree,
The blue Kava shone brightly.
There are always people who come to the stockade to ask
The day girls get married,
The girl said to wait for her,
Put the moon flowers one by one
Embellished on the dress
The lingering sound lingered for three days without a break. The birds sweeping the lake and throwing themselves into the forest are fleeting, and the smoke curling up into the sky is silent and contemplative. Every time the sunset melts gold, the water and the sky are the same color, and the sky and the earth are orange. (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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