The dusk slopes westward, dyeing the west mountain red.

At the foot of the White Dragon Snow Mountain, the three temple fairs in March, tourists come and go, and the voices of people are boiling.

Three religions and nine streams, pawn artists, endlessly, up and down the mountain, populated. The sound of selling, bargaining, laughter, and all kinds of voices are endless.

On the mountain road, there are tourists resting in the shade of the trees, tea sellers cooking tea, flower pickers who pull baskets and selling, men and women sweating, old people walking slowly on bamboo, children jumping enthusiastically, or nepotism to help, or hurried, or stop and look at the sunset scenery in the mountains.

There are many kinds of things in the world.

Along the road, the activities of the temple fair with strong national characteristics are juggling, rushing to catch up with the evening, which has attracted many tourists who stop to watch.

Breathing fire, changing faces, changing tricks, swallowing swords, gravel, cockfighting, monkey play, etc., there are also national activities suitable for young men and women to play, such as singing, bonfire dance, embroidery, etc., which are the most lively.

At this time, a remote river bank at the foot of the mountain.

A small canoe paddles slowly, approaching the shore.

At the bow of the boat, Jiang Xiaobai was holding the rod, and Jiang Xiaolu and Rhubarb were looking in the canopy.

The temple fair on March 3 of Bailong Snow Mountain was the most lively time in the whole mountain in previous years, and Jiang Xiaobai, as in previous years, brought a little girl to catch up with the excitement.

The river bank where the boat docks is very remote, and in the past, the pier at the foot of the Bailong Snow Mountain tourist attraction is not allowed to dock this kind of canopy boat.

This section of the river is a mountain pass where he has come to Bailong Snow Mountain to collect medicine for several years, and he is familiar with it.

Jiang Xiaobai docked the boat to the shore with a pole, and then jumped ashore with the little girl in his arms, and Rhubarb also followed with ease.

Then, he tied the rope to a small tree on the shore, and then carried the little girl into the golden-dyed mountain forest at sunset.

Twenty minutes later, Jiang Xiaobai came to the temple fair at the foot of the mountain.

The temple fair seems to be getting more and more lively year by year, the square at the foot of the mountain, and the mountain road, densely packed, are all human heads.

All kinds of sounds mingle together, like water boiling in a boiler, and the sunset in the west will be dispersed.

Like ordinary people, Jiang Xiaobai hugged the little girl, looking around and playing in this grand temple fair.

Always in the mountains clean habits, occasionally catch a lively event, see the splendid prosperity, it is also quite pleasant.

Of course, the most enjoyable, of course, are the little girls and rhubarb.

In the temple fair, it is the one who eats and plays the most.

The flavor snacks of various ethnic groups in the mountains are dazzling, and the fragrance wafts all over the mountain, which makes the passing tourists have a big appetite, and there are all kinds of handicraft toys all over, such as puppets, paper kites, kites, bamboo flutes and short whistles, all of which are liked by children.

On the wide square at the foot of the mountain, you can see all kinds of kites waving in the wind in the sky, the big ones are several zhang long, such as the long insects are in the air, the small ones are many feet, delicate and small, and most of them are tourists with children playing with them.

As soon as the little girl came to the temple fair, she bought a few skewers of skewers, put them in her mouth and nibbled them, and the food was sweet and sweet, and she saw a kite again, and she wanted to play with a kite.

Jiang Xiaolu grew up next to Jiang Xiaobai, not like an ordinary child, there are all kinds of delicious and fun, in addition to rhubarb, there are few playmates. Jiang Xiaobai also knows the debt to the little girl, and tries to meet any requirements.

He bought a swallow kite and took the little girl to the square.

On the square, after Jiang Xiaobai put the kite in the sky, he handed over the line to the little girl.

Jiang Xiaolu ran around the square with a smile, and Rhubarb chased behind, jumping from time to time, and one person and one dog played with laughter.

Jiang Xiaobai stood quietly, smiling and watching the sunset and evening mountains, the kite laughing, feeling satisfied in his heart.

He loved the tranquility of the possession.

The sun is setting, the night is falling, and the temple fair is lit up with red and yellow lights, which sets off a little bit of liveliness.

When night came, Jiang Xiaolu flew a kite for a while, and the little face that ran was red and sweaty, and he was stopped by his brother Jiang Xiaobai.

He doted on Jiang Xiaolu to wipe her sweat, and then carried her to the mountain.

Now, the temple fair is lively.

On the mountain road, there are plenty of lights and there is no inconvenience. It has been developed into a tourist attraction and the hardware is very good.

Along the road, the old and the young helped each other, laughing and laughing, and young men and women, holding hands, wearing garlands on their heads, youthful honey.

In the meantime, there are people dressed in various ethnic costumes, which adds a bit of color.

At the foot of the mountain, a wide area is the real center of the fair.

As soon as you enter, you can feel that the air here is hotter than in other places.

At night, the crowd rubs shoulders and comes and goes.

The most lively thing is that there are a bunch of people around each place for major game juggling, folk singing and dancing activities.

Jiang Xiaobai came and went, Jiang Xiaolu watched all kinds of juggling, and clapped his hands happily.

"Brother, how did that fire come out of people's mouths?"

"Wow, the sword goes into the stomach, won't it pierce?"

"Hammer a stone on your chest, brother, Xiaolu remember the last Lantern Festival, you knocked a big monk unconscious. ”

“..........”

In the world of children, they are curious about everything, and they have to ask about it again.

Jiang Xiaobai is used to coping with it, either explaining the last two sentences seriously, or letting the little girl be happy by herself.

As for the rhubarb, people are afraid of losing it, so they lie in the bamboo basket behind Jiang Xiaobai.

The two front paws were resting on the edge of the bamboo basket, and the beads of the big black eyes were spinning around, and there were two whinings in the throat from time to time.

Because of the existence of rhubarb, Jiang Xiaobai's line is a little weird and disgusting.

"How can this man bring a dog? and he is not afraid of hurting people. ”

Some people were afraid of dogs, or they took into account safety factors, pointed at Jiang Xiaobai, and avoided Jiang Xiaobai's surroundings one after another.

But then, it's a little less crowded.

Jiang Xiaobai naturally didn't care, and watched the excitement with the little girl in the flow of people freely.

After a while, they came to one of the liveliest places.

Most of the onlookers were young men and women, laughing and chattering.

And the venue they watched was a national activity called "grabbing hydrangea".

A mountain man dressed in ethnic minority costumes and presiding over the event is holding a microphone to talk about the rules of the event.

Quite simply, whoever grabs the hydrangea can give it to the girl they like, and the event party will also give some gifts and blessings.

In fact, it is a folk activity that encourages hormones and boldly courtships.

The activity venue is a forest of wooden stakes with a diameter of three or four zhang, the edge is in the middle, from low to high, layer by layer, each stake is about three feet apart, in the middle, is a large wooden stake that can be used for one person to stand on, a flagpole one or two high is inserted on it, and a volleyball-sized red hydrangea hanging line is hung on it.

The rules of the event are that many challengers climb the stake together and take off the hydrangea in the middle.

Among them, the most central stake is two meters high, which is dangerous, but not large, and is sprinkled with thick sand and thatch at intervals.

In ancient times, ethnic minorities had the atmosphere and folk customs of "courting love", which has been passed down to this day.

The young men and women who were watching around listened to it, the men couldn't help but be eager to try, and the women's eyes suddenly lit up.

Under the watchful eyes of so many people, if you can successfully pick up the hydrangea and give it to the girl you like, it is really beautiful.

And girls are almost this kind of thought, if Lang is affectionate, concubine is intentional, hydrangea is icing on the cake, attracting the envy of the people around her, romantic tight.

For a while, the young men and women around him had already opened their minds.

(If you want to be more cui, if you want to know the little sister's Taoist friends, please add the group, and the group number is in the relevant chapters of the work.) ）