After having a sumptuous dinner at Shemin's house, the next day was a lively March 3rd.

After breakfast, the newly dressed She people went to pick green rice, collected black rice leaves, and prepared to steam black rice.

It is a traditional festival that has been handed down from them over the years.

Lan Jiaxun came here for this, and of course he happily joined in.

When the green is picked, people will also sing to each other, sing here and there, for a while, the mountain songs are lingering, accompanied by laughter, echoing between the mountains, it is very cheerful.

Life here may not be as exciting as in the big cities, but there are also their simple joys.

Jiang Xiaoxuan kissed Zhou Heng's face, and said coquettishly: "Husband, you have worked hard to hold the child today, I want to follow and shoot it, I like it here!

She has been to a lot of tourist villages in She villages, but it is the first time she has seen a natural She village.

Especially here is very old, because the place is too remote, here still retains a very ancient charm, every bluestone path, stone foundation house, stone bridge on the phoenix totem carving, all show the years here.

It is this strong sense of time, primitive national style, and the fact that it happens to be a holiday today, this kind of lively scene is not something that can be encountered every day.

All these things together make her have a very strong desire to photograph.

However, if she wants to be busy with photography, the task of taking care of the little pomegranate will have to fall on Zhou Heng. So, she said nice things to him.

Doesn't it mean that coquettish women are the best.

Zhou Heng looked around as if he was a thief and was caught, and then whispered against her: "It's getting bolder and bolder, in front of the public, what does this look like?"

The child's mother smiled and said, "Eh, don't pretend, my skin is not half as thick as yours." ”

The She villagers around them couldn't help but look at them with a smile. Being young is good, it's enviable.

Sun Ji'an, who was following behind, coughed a few times and said, "Ahem, it is forbidden to abuse dogs!"

Follow the shooting all the way, the natural scenery of the primitive mountain village is beautiful and picturesque, and the unintelligible songs of the She ethnic group, accompanied by various chirping birds, and the whistling of the breeze in the ears, this is the most natural and harmonious picture.

After returning from the green harvesting, they began to prepare for the third day of March, making black rice.

This tradition is said to have been traced back to the Tang Dynasty, where a famous war general of the She ethnic group was, so it has a history of more than 1,000 years.

After a day of drinking, singing and dancing, in the evening, the most important ritual was ushered in: the burning of the phoenix.

Lan Jiaxun's most anticipated part came, and he originally planned to shoot some videos by himself.

However, after seeing Jiang Xiaoxuan's shooting pose, she knew that this was a professional, so she didn't shoot it herself, and asked her if she could send him a copy after the shooting.

Of course, other professionals will shoot better than him. If nothing else, the machines are much more professional.

Jiang Xiaoxuan waved her hand: "No problem! After I edit and score the music, I will do the post-production and upload it to the Internet, you can download it yourself." ”

In fact

The fire to light the fire phoenix is prepared in the morning - there is a temple on the hill behind the village, and the gods who live in it bless the people of this area.

Several respected elders took the prepared incense and went to the temple to light it and pray for good weather and good health in the village this year.

The incense that has been worshiped by the gods is the fire of today. They invited the incense back to the village and went to the ancestral hall to offer it to the ancestors.

In the evening, when the ceremony of dancing the phoenix was about to begin, they invited some incense from the ancestral hall and walked around the village road to a huge open field.

There, someone has already piled up a pile of firewood towers there. The firewood tower is made of dry firewood and some hay together, and the bottom is dead leaves.

The incense brought by the old people from the ancestral hall was respectfully inserted on the ground here, and after being worshipped, they recited a prayer with words, and then lit the firewood pagoda.

The fire rose as soon as it "soared", and the flames jumped up more than three meters high, lighting up half of the night sky.

Bursts of sparks are beeping and releasing them, dotted with stars, and they are very beautiful.

Then, the villagers gathered around the fire, singing and dancing.

They sang in She language, although they couldn't understand it, but they listened to it cheerfully and highly, and the sense of ceremony was very full.

Zhou Heng sat next to him with the little pomegranate and watched, and when the little pomegranate saw such a lively scene, he was so happy that he also shouted "ahhh

The little ones also like to be lively. This rare liveliness stunned her.

The firelight was reflected in her inky black pupils, jumping and flickering, shining brightly.

Jiang Xiaoxuan's shooting next to her will naturally not fall, and even the aerial photography will follow.

When the firewood was running out and the fire began to weaken, they beat the fire with sticks and extinguished the open flames, leaving only a dry pyre, which was more than half burned, and was full of unburned sparks, speckled with spots.

These are all part of the ceremony, and the old people who are doing this all have solemn expressions, serious expressions, and meticulousness.

Here's the highlight.

Not far from the fire, a tall wooden stake stood like a flagpole, about six or seven meters high.

At the top of the flagpole, a wooden stick was tied horizontally, one end of the stick hung down to the ground, and a large iron basket was tied to the top, and a layer of dry straw was spread on the iron basket, and a thick layer was laid.

They brought the coals that had been extinguished and poured them into the dry straw in the basket.

Then, with all their might, they pulled the rope at the other end of the stick, and pulled the basket at that end to the sky.

Zhou Heng looked at their operation mode, and felt really a little surprised, it's not simple!

This ritual has been passed down for thousands of years, that is, the ancestors of thousands of years ago already knew this mode of using levers to carry this fire to the sky.

The ancient people had great wisdom!

Amid the cheers, the people pulling the ropes began to run forward with all their might—as if they were running around the center of the erected flagpole.

Their steps are drawn in circles, and the other end of the lever is of course circled around the flagpole.

With this kind of operation with speed, the unburned charcoal fire was affected by the wind, and the dry straw underneath was overburned, but because the speed was too fast, the dry straw turned into a red spark before it could catch fire.

The iron basket is very thin, and the spark falls out of the large slit hole, but because of the high speed, it will not fall directly vertically, but will continue to drag backwards along the inertia.

The speed is getting faster and faster, the wind is getting stronger and stronger, and the dry straw is dotted out more and more sparks, gradually dragging out a dazzling arc, and then falling like a shower, like the tail of a bird.

Jiang Xiaoxuan, the photographer, while taking pictures, enjoyed this incomparable spectacular and dazzling beauty, and couldn't help but exclaim: "Wow, it's so beautiful, no wonder it's called Fire Phoenix!"

With black as the cover, the orange Mars drew an arc in the sky, and the bursts fell and turned into a shining curtain like a shower, isn't that a fire phoenix alive!

It's spectacular, it's beautiful.

Even Zhou Heng was amazed by it, and it was worthy of its name!

And he only realized now that the iron cage at the front end was not a casual shape, because after dancing now, its sparks increased, and it looked like the head of a fire phoenix from a distance.

The head of the fire phoenix followed the burning tail, forming a complete fire phoenix.

It's spectacular!

The wisdom of the older generation is really endless.

is also playing with fire, but they can play so exquisitely and with such charm!

The people pulling the ropes kept their feet under their feet, and the fire phoenix also danced non-stop, lighting up the night sky.

It wasn't until the last dry straw burned out that the dazzling fire phoenix disappeared into the night sky, making people unsatisfied.

After the end of the fire phoenix, some children took out the firecrackers they had saved during the New Year, taking advantage of today's excitement.

There was a crackling sound everywhere, and it was very lively.

Sun Ji'an's expression was bright, and he smiled: "How is it? Not bad, right? I saw it in their mobile phone a few days ago, and it doesn't look good yet, and I'm also surprised!"

Mobile phone shooting, limited angles, coupled with limited shooting level, of course, is far from as good as today's scene.

Zhou Heng nodded: "It's quite interesting, and it can be regarded as the wisdom handed down by the ancients!"

Not to mention anything else, just that big style, it's all very thoughtful.

It can be seen that in ancient times, such rituals looked like sacrifices or some kind of activities, so they were born, and they sang and danced around the fire, which may have been meaningful in the past.

However, it has been passed down for thousands of years, and it is normal for the content of the ritual to change slightly, and it is estimated that in addition to the festival ceremony, it has also added some meaning of praying for the villagers.

Pretty good.

She villages like Lan Jiaxun and them, because they are close to the town, have long been no different from the Han people, and traditions like this have long since disappeared.

Only places like this have been well preserved.

Seeing such a fantastic scene, it made him more and more determined to vigorously promote She culture.

Zhou Heng asked him: "How are you doing now composing She songs?"

Lan Jiaxun shook his head with a smile: "My fame is too small, I just added some She ethnic groups, and I posted some music files made by me in the group, which has not yet been promoted in a big place." I also make videos myself, but I don't pay much attention to them. ”

It is conceivable that new bloggers who enter the pit are so easy to attract fans and get attention!

And the video of him promoting She ethnic songs is naturally relatively less concerned than the mainstream of today's popular food, cats and dogs, babies, and various outfits X Shenhao life, etc.

If its popularity is low, it will not be valued by the platform, so it will not be distributed to him, and of course the number of fans will be slow.

It's basically like going into a vicious circle, and you want to fire unless a miracle happens.

I think that at the beginning, after Zhou Heng posted a few videos, Jiang Xiaoxuan, an Internet celebrity who had more than 200,000 fans at the time, gave him a wave of publicity, and it happened that the video of that issue was very interesting, and the number of likes and collections went up at once.

That's why he received the attention of the platform by the way, and gave a recommendation with more traffic, so he quickly attracted fans in a short period of time, allowing him to have a fan base in the first issue.

After that, the videos that continued to be filmed also had their own highlights, and the number of fans began to rise steadily, and gradually began to stabilize.

But like Lan Jiaxun, basically like most anchors, he has to stand out from the public.

The adults chatted, and the little pomegranate was bored, and her big eyes began to squint, and then she began to blink hard until she could no longer support it, and fell asleep in her father's arms.