The fire dance is also a folk activity in the history of New Year's folk customs.

Since he was six years old, Huineng inadvertently saved the little sister Li Lan next door who was bitten by a poisonous snake.

With the passage of time, Li Lan also had an inexplicable feeling about Huineng, and always liked to run to his house when he had nothing to do, help his mother do this and that, and always wanted to play with him. Huineng and his mother also like Li Lan very much, and often praise her in front of her son, she is so diligent and sensible at a young age, she is worthy of being a child born in a scholarly family.

In August and autumn, Li Lan asked Huineng to go to the mountain behind the village to play, and met Wenzi in the mountain to herd cattle on the mountain. So, the three of them drove the big buffalo of Wenzi's house together and grazed it on the hill behind the village.

"Sister Lan, look at the cow, let's go pick mountain fruits."

Like arrows, the two ran towards the mountainside. Huineng and Fumiko took off their coats and threw them on the lawn as they ran.

Li Lan walked to pick up their clothes and put them beside her, squatting alone in the grass. At this time, she saw that the mountain flowers on the ground were in full bloom, and while picking many light purple flowers and tying them into a bunch, and then tying them on the braids, she sang the tune of "Little Herding Cow" in a low voice.

Come in August

Osmanthus is blooming

Ahh

In front of the hillside, I saw a shepherd boy riding on the back of an ox

Holding a flute in hand

It's all about loving brothers, and I want to be pretty sisters

Fall, Yide, yo, hi......

Then, Li Lan took out a small round mirror from her coat pocket to look at herself, and a quiet smile appeared on her goose-egg-shaped face. The whole person looks like an orchid grass born from the earth and from the depths of the valley, looking pure and handsome.

Huineng, Wenzi picked a lot of yellow buds and longevity fruit, bayberry and other fruits back, saw the handsome Xiaolan in front of him, couldn't help but ask for a moment, and then, Wenzi moved smartly, pulled Huineng's hand, and said poetically:

The blue sky is clear,

The thrush shouted to go to the forest.

Flowers should bloom brightly,

That teenager wasn't affectionate.

As soon as Wenzi finished speaking, he ran to his cow to herd the cow like a smoke.

Only Huineng and Li Lan are left here. I saw that Huineng handed Li Lan's favorite bayberry to her, and took advantage of Yaxing to also come to a song:

Flowers bloom all over Qingshan Gang,

One race comes and one is strong.

Ask the one you love,

That love is in my heart.

Li Lan saw that a bunch of purple flowers that she had tied casually today were tied to the ends of her braids, which made the person she liked poetic, and she actually used poetry to convey her love, secretly happy, but also a little worried.

At this time, I saw Li Lan looking happy and worried, her demeanor was charming, her eyes were like autumn water, and she was delicate. She saw that Hui Neng was looking at her intently, a flush appeared on her delicate face, she lowered her head shyly, chewed the green plum in her mouth, and said angrily: "You...... Bullying ......"

After Li Lan finished speaking, she laughed as she walked, leaving behind a string of silver bells.

Hui Neng looked at her back, swept away like a breeze, and there seemed to be bursts of dark fragrance coming to his nose, making his heart beat like a deer......

He hurried after her, to ask her a truthful word.

She said that how can the budding stamens bloom before they bloom?

What an ignorant pair of teenagers! On the hill full of aura in Xialu Village, they have left their vigorous footprints since childhood, leaving the innocence and precious good times of ignorant childhood.

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In the blink of an eye, the annual Spring Festival is coming to an end. On this day, Li Lan heard her father say that the neighboring village Shewei was dancing today, so she asked Huineng to watch the dancing fire.

Shewei Village is adjacent to Xialu Village, and is the largest village in Xinzhou County, with a population of 10,000.

This land has a long history, the incense of the Qin and Han dynasties stretches endlessly, and there is a nine-curved river next to the village, called the water of the dew. This river from south to north originates from the majestic Tianlu Mountain Range, and the water of the Tianlu Mountains flows through the Xinjiang River and flows out of the sea with the Xijiang River.

The rippling river adds a bit of aura to the land on both sides of the river, watering out the beautiful customs on both sides of the river, and giving birth to generations of Xinzhou people. At the bend after the big river leaves the village, a flat river, the trees are verdant, and an antique thousand-year-old temple stands in the middle.

This ancient temple is called Daishan Temple, which was originally built on Tianlu Mountain by the Tang Dynasty monk Dinghui. Later, Liang Jianhou, a villager of the village, built a reservoir at the water ring next to the village to water the fields. And the Daishan Temple built on Tianlu Mountain was moved here, which is the earliest temple in Xinzhou. Historically, the people of the prefecture regarded it as a sacred place, but all sacred activities such as worshipping the heavens and praying for rain were held here. The flame of the dancing fire in Shewei Village is to receive the fire in Daishan Temple, which is called the holy fire.

The history of many places is written in books, and the golden annual rings of NSW and the long history of the community are engraved in this famous land.

Huineng and the little sister next door walked on Daishan Temple Avenue and quietly enjoyed the beautiful natural scenery and cultural landscapes along the way.

Before I knew it, it was more than eight o'clock in the evening, and a bright moon rose from the sky, and the whole village began to be lively and boiling.

I saw men, women and children in the village wearing festive costumes and going to Daishan Temple to welcome the statue back to the village. In the chanting of the eminent monks, the respected elders of the village use the sacred flame (tinder) that leads the lantern from Daishan Temple to light the fire that has been erected in the square in front of the temple. Then the statue was respectfully taken out of the temple and carried by a special person, and twenty young and strong men were selected from each workshop to carry their own fire rings.

As soon as the auspicious time arrives, the deacon gives an order, the lion dances, drums are played in unison, firecrackers are whining, colorful flags are fluttering, and fireworks are soaring into the sky.

I saw a well-trained team, dancing more than a dozen fire hoops towards the village. There is a lion awakening in front of the road, there is a statue of the god behind the palace, all the way is mighty, the scene is grand and magnificent, a good picture of a peaceful and prosperous era, the fire of the community is different from the magnificent picture scroll.

Led by the lantern festival plaques of their respective square numbers, people followed the procession of dancing firewood to the village. Each fire archief has?? A young man takes turns dancing.

I saw them shouting loudly while spinning the fire with forked iron rods!

Xiaolan looked at it curiously, not knowing why the person dancing the fire arpon was spinning high, still shouting loudly, and didn't dare to ask Hui Neng.

At this time, the lord of the fire-dancing team stood up and explained to the audience with a smile: This move symbolizes the meaning of light and time!

Along the way, I saw a lantern float come into view, and in the flickering lights, it reflected the Lantern Festival in Shewei, a round of moon in the sky, the lanterns of ten thousand households in the world, the celebration of the Lantern Festival, the national peace and the people, the harvest of five grains, and the prosperity of six animals.

In order to get a complete view of the whole procession, Xiaolan climbed a big tree at the edge of the village. At night, I saw a team of about 20,000 people in front and behind, like a long fire dragon, wandering between heaven and earth, magnificent. This situation provoked her poetry and improvised poems:

After all, in early February, the customs of NSW are not the same everywhere.

The holy flame is infinitely green, and the fire is red.

After the team of dancing firecrackers entered the village, they saw that every time they passed through a square, each household added the pre-prepared firewood pieces to the firewood, and set up a pavilion in front of each square or ancestral hall, on which offerings were offered, incense and candles were lit, and they prayed for smooth wind and rain, peace and security of the country and the people, and a happy life; The young men dancing the fire flute dance in the workshop for a few laps, and the villagers burn firecrackers, fireworks, incense, etc., and after the above rituals are carried out, the statue is invited back to its original place and placed.

Finally, each workshop gathers its own fire in the open space in the village, or performs lion dances, martial arts, or continues to dance until all the firewood is burned. At this point, the fire dance activity came to an end.

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Suddenly, there was a "crackling" sound of firecrackers in the village below the mountain, which brought Huineng's thoughts back to his eyes.

Listening to the bursts of "crackling" firecrackers, Huineng said to himself: Now is the time for all famous households to finish pasting couplets and worship God with pork and chickens that have just been cooked......

Now, Huineng is standing in front of the thatched house of Liang Diqing in Tianlu Mountain, and the scene of spending the Spring Festival with his father and mother as children is still in front of him, but his father is no longer in the world. After the death of my father, whenever the Spring Festival comes, Huineng will recall the Spring Festival spent with my father and mother, and I hope that such a scene can be reproduced and let time freeze at that moment. However, although the spring breeze has repeatedly greened the branches, the Spring Festival is constantly aging.

This year's Spring Festival is not the Spring Festival spent with mothers, relatives and childhood friends in the past. With a mother together, it should be happy, but Huineng's melancholy is difficult to dissipate! Exactly: when there is poverty at the ends of the world, there is only endless lovesickness.