Qianzhong land, a thousand mountains are beautiful, ten thousand waters are beautiful, and waterfalls are jagged. The ancient Buyi people, living in the middle of it, grow rice, drink rice wine, sing ancient songs, dance ancient dances, food and clothing are happy, peace is happiness, and the real prosperity is the paradise.
On a day that we have been looking forward to, a sunny and youthful, fashionable and sexy, and urban literary and artistic beauty with a beautiful eye, carrying her bags alone, walking between green mountains and green waters, sometimes opening her arms, happily spinning, sometimes looking far away, watching the babbling of streams, bending rivers, rice paddies layered by layers, bamboo forests, willows, dragonflies dotting water, birds and flowers, children laughing, swallow whispering, tasting Buyi special food, experiencing Buyi's unique customs, all the way up, everywhere you go, you have always been simple and kind, The hospitality and zealous help of the hospitable Buyi people are moved and desired.
On a day that we have always remembered, in the barn next to buyi village, young men and women of the Buyi ethnic group wore national costumes, in groups of three or five, some playing the moon piano, some blowing sister strings, some blowing wooden leaves, some singing to the mountains, and some dancing bamboo pole dances. In the middle of the song scene, a Young Buyi ethnic group holds a Buyi Intangible Cultural Heritage Musical Instrument - Leyou, a good-looking, a table of talents, and sings against people. The heroine squeezed through the crowd, went forward to watch and take pictures, accidentally, touched Leyou, the two bent down at the same time to pick up, four eyes facing each other, female idiots, love at first sight. Immediately accompanied, wandering between the Buyi mountains and rivers, between the quaint stone houses and stone streets. The two little fingers secretly hooked up from time to time, and the two eyes looked at each other from time to time, full of love. When the puppets meet, the little finger is lightly understood, the face is shy, and the envy of others.
On a day that we yearn for infinitely, the mountains testify, the waterfalls bless, the untamed urban literary and artistic beauties put on the Buyi bride dress, and are about to marry the Boyie boy who deserves to be entrusted for life, and the one who is about to marry and abandon me into the spiritual home that I am diligently seeking. Buyi Ancient Village, colorful and festive. Young lads played rice dumplings and cooked eight bowls of traditional Buyi dishes, industrious Buyi women raised fires to cook and set up banquets, enthusiastic girls held wine at the gate of the village and sang songs to welcome, and relatives and friends from all sides welcomed a bride who married into the waterfall township.
After the welcome song and the sound of firecrackers, the bride from afar, under the support of "Yagu" (bridesmaid), took a red umbrella, grabbed a handful of rice placed in the big bucket at the door, calmly crossed the red charcoal brazier, entered the shrine of the middle hall, and in the witness of relatives and friends and elders, prostrated herself to the ancestors and entered the new house. The guest of honor was pleased to see the ceremony, raise a glass to celebrate, and sing and dance blessings.
The full moon is tilted to the west, the bride sleeps in the company of "Yagu" (bridesmaid), looking at the new door in the distance, the groom smiles...
This is a true story, this is a desirable story, the story is in the mountains, water, song, dance in the waterfall township, this story has you, there is me.
There is me, waiting for you to interpret this beautiful and moving waterfall bride!
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