"As another spring benefit, and must win over Royal Yan Liu", as the late spring, the second gong xian yu and "Miao village style," Ewha opening weeks, had begun. The opening day, day Buzuo Mei, we have entered under the pretext of drizzle a village called Phoenix.
Car passing a muddy path, open the door, a breath of fresh air blowing, a long absence, to return to earth aroma made me feel the embrace of nature. Toyama has been filled in the misty white mist in the pear orchard near bursting out a white still life, Xing Luo Qi-step manner scattered at the foot of the fertile fields of this piece of ancient. Too late to thin watch, it was a beautiful young girl dressed in drag characteristics of the Miao costumes of "bar of wine" before the thick corn bouquet in the air to spill over, not to a glass of wine Mody? I quaffed the cup too bold to end.
Also line a few hundred meters, mountain one turn, a larger display in front of Legendary, branches of green leaves set off the snow of petals, in the spring in the spring to tourists speak of selfless, describing the harvest hope for rain buoyant, blossoming pear in Yinyun gas vaguely filled with rain, hazy. Occasionally, a few pieces Zaibu Dong tears rain from the branches of the petals of light, with a gentle sigh released into the atmosphere in a fog, could not help but think of the ancients "white Jin-free grain incense everywhere, Yushu Joan Boji snow" in singing. More recently, found that all of the pear tree have only a man's height, see farmers in the picturesque scenery of the number of post-sowing hard work and sweat. At this time, the second "bar of wine" in the front end again, bite the bullet and drinking!
Set foot on the uphill paths, at the foot of tread clouds, some "Zuiwo Liyuan Xiao-jun Mo" feeling, until the third drink in the Peak Road "bar of wine," really seen all fellow Hmong hospitality and pride, by gall bladder of wine with the shy girl who has done a souvenir photo.
The opening ceremony of the stage is located in a sparse forest, we arrived, the program has started, the crowd squeezed into a packed arena and can only hear the light Man of the Lusheng, heavy drums, as well as the audience cheers. Everywhere around, and in fact even greater than the captivating pear, golden rape, lush wheat fields, away from the city noise, and the blue sky so close, not "find it a pleasure to see the mountain," the poetic do?
At the end, honest miaojia have a banquet early and gracefully, sour rice, bean soup, palm-size bacon, hot Douhua, eat I cried out "I love", of course, inevitably some Gongchoujiaocuo, I completely lost the next array years, largely stayed away. Ask a friend to escape in the rain walking alone in the mountains to savor the elegant and quiet, maybe pear is just a sustenance, but not with natural "zero distance" contact is every visitor's mind.
The afternoon, the more rain the next bigger, we have set foot on the way back, "bar of wine," the girl told me that there are folk performances and bonfire night party, but time is not on people, leave some little regret, the right to do "non-essential Qian Zhang is spring show, only carry Yurui one also "bar!
