Fiery song of fiery red year
Text: Zhou Zheng
The custom of the Haiyang people, after drinking Laba porridge, began to celebrate the New Year.
New Year' Day, this is the biggest festival of the year for Haiyang people. Busy talk for a year for this day.
There is a lot of snow in winter, there is no work to dry in the farmland in winter, the winter night is very long and long, the street is slippery, there is no car and no one's tracks, people hide behind the lights, behind the fire, behind the wine, looking for spring in another sense, and all the hot, warm, hot things climbing friendship.
Haiyang people's life has no winter, and the Haiyang people's song is "playing with the waxing moon, making a big moon, and mileing until March".
If the gong and drum are not played for a day, the hands will be itchy, and the bones of the body will not be twisted for a while.
A year without a song is not a year of fiery red, a year of celebration, a year of harvest. The old white roast does not have the fiery power of the big song, which is enough to make the male masters drunk and drunk; let the old ladies go crazy, and the spring breeze overflows.
Gongs and drums and flower drums rattled wildly on the yellow land. This year is full of fire in front of these people with fiery hearts. So the long winter is a song, the ice and snow covered loess is throbbing, the pulse is strong, the undercurrent is lively, everywhere the gong is played, the feelings are indulged everywhere, the silence of winter is swept away, and the cold of winter is swept away.
People who have been tired for a year have completely released the emotions of a year of suffering and freely expressed their feelings.
Doctor Le danced with the horse in his hand, and with the gong and drum beat, he directed the song team to "tease the song"; the flower drum swung the drumstick, shook the shoulders and sank his crotch, and sprayed a cavity of enthusiasm to the heavens and the earth; the flower fan was raised, like a spring tide rolling, embroidering the clouds in the sky.
A bright and radiant face, the gray is dim, bitter and desolate, the winter without life, reflecting the point of transparency, full of life!
Whether you are from a foreign country, an adult man or a woman, or an elderly person, or a child's crown, you will feel the call of the song. Because folklore and tradition are innate and rooted in the soul, in the minds of Haiyang people, the big year is the song, and the song is the big year.
Traditions and folklore are also rooted in the soil and produce brilliant flowers that decorate the New Year and create a warm atmosphere in the authentic colors of the soil.
After playing the song of the waxing moon, the second day of the first lunar month began to make a noise.
The village-to-village song teams began to pay homage to each other.
The townspeople who were intoxicated in the joy of the year, as soon as they heard the song enter the village, threw everything away and ran out to see the song, and the addicted people couldn't help but twist with the gong and drum.
You see the donkey that drove the beautiful daughter-in-law back to her mother's house, and also twisted the song.
The burden of the leak is the happiest, everything is smiling, to chase the beautiful Wang Da Niang, do not ask whether their own conditions are matched or not.
Wang Da Niang is happy and angry, happy is in front of many opposite sexes, you can show off your unfairness, unbanned emotions that have been suppressed for too long, let your thoughts fly like a fly, and the anger is that the burden of the leak is the "land god", don't understand the style.
A good woman needs a good man, just as there must be a light wind in a lake, and a lark in the forest.
Wang Daniang's dance posture is wrapped in fire and wind, and there is no magic. She is immersed in the gong and drum point, every nerve, every vein, every body section is dedicated to serving the string of drums, spinning like the wind, light as a swallow, adding a heart-pounding posture, blooming the smile of the mountain flowers and wild flowers, you seem to smell the sweet fragrance.
Drummers and gongs are strong men who are willing to sell their strength, with a hard body, full of strength, and are connected by curves, all in one go.
In the middle of winter, they were sweating and wet, and the movements of dragons leaping and tigers leaping and eagles flying apes jumped, and they fought with joy.
Snowflakes are floating up again, firecrackers are blowing up again, gongs and drums are beating again, the song is twisted again, the snow of goose feathers can't hide the fiery song, the fiery red year.
Because they are the carnival of the Haiyang people.
One point number Zhou Zheng literature column