The Sherpas are an industrious tribe that combines farming and hunting. In the warm spring they work in the summer camp, and in the winter they go to the winter camp to live. This is a rather peculiar ethnic group that lives in different seasons all year round, Chentang, which is a place where Sherpas live in winter.

When our group arrived at Chentang, it was two days before New Year's Day. At this time, the winter break of the Sherpa people, it is also the most lively time of the year in Chentang. Winter is supposed to be the hunting season for the Sherpas, but because the government has banned hunting in recent years, the Sherpas have more time to spare in the winter. Winter is now the season for them to recharge their energy, and it is also a day for them to relax and relax. When we were in Zangga, we heard that in the middle of Chentang, there was a large open space, and many people would sing and dance there every day. The singing and dancing of the Sherpas was something we began to yearn for when we were in Lhasa.

After arriving in Chentang, as soon as we settled down and put down our bags, the first thing we did was to ask the landlord about the location of the vacant land in the center of Chentang. Then, following Eun's instructions to the teacher, he began to look for the place full of Sherpa songs and dances.

Walking through the small stone alleys like cobwebs in Chentang, we heard a burst of singing fluttering in the wind from a distance, which was melodious and full of penetrating power, which made people can't help but have a leisurely fascination when they listen to it. Following the singing, we wandered around the small stone alley for a long time, obviously the singing was in front, but we couldn't get to the place where the singing sounded. In the end, a couple of little boys playing with bows and arrows took us to the clearing.

We walked out of an alley and saw the clearing. At one end of the clearing sat a large crowd of men and women, singing women of different ages. We couldn't understand a word of what they were singing, but the charm in the voice, the melody in the voice, deduced the joy and brightness in their hearts. The sound echoed through the mountains and fluttered under the blue sky. The men seated next to the women listened to the song while passing barrels of chicken feet grain wine and drinking them through their straws. Most of these barrels and straws are inlaid with intricately patterned silver ornaments, which are more like beautiful works of art. The Sherpa women were more distinctive, and after they had finished singing one song, some of them were moving on to the next, and some of them were passing bottles of high spirits, and they sang and drank the spirits as they sang. No wonder their singing is so intoxicating.

Some of the men sitting around saw us outsiders approaching and warmly invited us to join us. Someone moved out of place for us, and someone handed us straws for Sherpas to drink chicken foot wine. Chicken Paw Valley Wine is made by the Sherpas from a grain that looks like chicken feet, and their family makes a large amount of Chicken Paw Valley Wine every year, which is their daily essential drink. The alcohol content of chicken foot valley wine is very low, sweet and sour, and it makes people feel refreshed after drinking. We joined the ranks of the Sherpas, drank the mellow and warm chicken feet valley wine, and felt that the Sherpa women's singing was more and more full of deep drunkenness.

At this moment, one of the men stood up and danced to the sound of song. This dance is not like the leisurely Lhasa Pot Village, not like the tap dance in the Gangga area, nor like the enthusiastic and unrestrained Bomi Pot Village. The man's dance has a rhythm from his expression to every movement, which is quite like a galloping Mongolian dance. It's a dance full of primitiveness, do whatever you want. The man danced for a moment and sent an invitation to the singing woman. Someone among the women joins the dance. The Sherpa men and women dance together with each other, the men's dance is soft and soft, and the woman's dance is soft and strong, and the two complement each other, making people look so natural, so harmonious, like water and milk. Dancing and singing are not accompanied by musical instruments, they are accompanied by the beat of the heart, the melody of the blood, like the wind blowing in the mountains and trees, like the clouds flowing in the high heavens.

During the dance, the woman's singing voice begins to change tone. Their singing voices are reined, as if they are not singing with their voices, but naturally flowing from the bottom of their hearts with a mouth. The singing of the Sherpas is not as desolate and sad as the Mongols, nor is it as passionate as the Tibetan voices, but more like a clear stream flowing through a mountain stream.

Drinking the warm and mellow chicken feet wine of the Sherpas, listening to the singing of the Sherpas flowing from the bottom of their hearts, and watching the dance of Sherpas and nature in one, we can't help but dissolve into the aroma of the wine, into the song, and into the dance.