Three drums broke the quiet of the cabin at night.

Three fires kicked off the story performance of Miao village.

It was completely dark at this time. The darkness behind the stage, the darkness over the courtyard, the darkness seen and the integration of heaven and earth have all become the background of the performance.

This appearance greatly surprised me. Although the thrilling performance of young people playing with fire just now really worried me for a while, although the interaction of dressing up made everyone very happy, I still can't figure out what kind of atmospheric performance this small courtyard stage can have.

But at the moment, there is no stage, no courtyard in this darkness, and some of them are as beautiful as a mirage. I didn't expect this small Miao village and small courtyard to perform such a wonderful dream scene.

This yard is really small, as small as an ordinary farm yard. It is close to Miaowangzhai, shaped like a dustpan, with wooden buildings, masonry houses and utensils commonly used by farmers. The difference is that it has a stand and a stage. There is a shed in the stands, next to the wooden building behind, with wooden seats inside, and the steps are fixed, so it is not afraid of wind and rain. There are also seats in the yard, even more than those in the shed. The low benches of the same color are also arranged in steps, and the legs are too long to frown. However, it is close to the stage, the weather is fine, there is no wind or rain, so there are more people sitting here. The wooden buildings on both sides are lower than those behind the stands, which is one side of the dustpan. Directly in front is the stage, which is quite layered, such as an unfolded picture scroll. There is a shed at the top, a wooden frame at the side, trumpet-shaped and a silver collar-shaped ornament hanging in the middle, which is quite ethnic. The stage is gray and blends with the green slate floor in the courtyard.

It is said that this Miao village museum is run by the people, without much decoration, and everything is displayed as it is. After a tour of Miaowang Village, I think this statement is quite right, because it is true. Although it is a cursory tour, the low or towering wooden and stone houses and towers, the lush green vines climbing the walls, and the farm tools placed at random still remind me of Miao Wangzhai and the decline and waste of ordinary people in the farming era. I even crossed for a moment, so that when the old man who said he would close the door suddenly appeared, I was shocked by the last person who left.

So much for the long table banquet. A shed, two long tables, a slip of pottery bowls, several bamboo rice baskets and hot pot, and several home-cooked dishes. Everyone can sit down at will, eat at will, wipe their mouths, and then disperse at will. This feeling is no stranger to me. The farmhouse banquet is simple to eat, but it is also very kind.

I think this so-called "Miao Village Story" performance is probably like this.

But I was obviously wrong.

A few dogs barked, a few white cigarettes floated by, some red mist floated by, and the blue background changed, as if creating a gloomy wind out of thin air.

Then a voice sounded. This sound is like falling from the sky, sometimes high and sometimes low, sometimes short, between rap and rap. Can't say old, but it is quite a bit vicissitudes. Is it the old man alone or the Oracle from heaven? Are you sitting by the fire or hiding in the dark night sky? It should be Miao language, but to me, it is no different from bird language. It doesn't matter if I don't understand. There are subtitles and the words are big enough. Although I am nearsighted, it is not difficult to recognize the truth and concentrate.

This is a narration. It is said that a long time ago, the descendants of Chiyou and the ancestors of Miao nationality crossed the mountains from the Central Plains and waded to Xiangxi, thus opening up a unique humanistic world. Witchcraft is a traditional folk culture and ancient religious belief of Miao nationality in western Hunan, which can predict good or bad luck, exorcise evil spirits, cure diseases and remove poison. Miao people in western Hunan have worshipped the God of heaven and earth since ancient times and lived in peace with all creatures in nature. Witchcraft culture has a long history. Because the closed area has created a unique folk culture, its mystery has left many unsolved mysteries to the world.

Although they are all Xiangchu, I know little about them, such as me, Xiangxi and Miao. What little knowledge I have comes from Song Zu Ying and her paradise folk songs. In addition, I'm afraid there are only those horror dramas set in Xiangxi, such as witchcraft, corpse driving and falling into a hole. It seems that when it comes to Xiangxi, these mysterious legends can't be avoided.

There is only one gray wall on the stage. There is nothing on the stage, but now there is no stage, just like a transparent dye vat standing on one side. The red, blue and white colors are patchy and strange. A black shadow slowly moved to the center of the stage like a ghost. The blue dispersed, the red lit up, and a long surprise came. A dormant figure stood up from the dark shadow with waving arms. Dressed as a wizard, he shook his bell like a heavenly master, and his voice penetrated everywhere. Is this about giving orders? Is this the legendary protector of guessing the king? Is this clock the so-called mastermind clock?

With the wizard shouting, white smoke rises, and light and shadow expand with the crowd. Dozens of wizards dressed in similar costumes filed out of the darkness on the stage, arranged in two rows or so in an arc, and finally stood in a square. The wizard's altar practices scattered light and shadow, and mysterious symbols fly out like birds, such as bees. A column of mage trays stood in front of them, and the rest of them crawled on the ground. White fog rose from the stage, and the three of them stood prostrate. Light and shadow change, music rings, cymbals-coax, coax-coax, dancing, as if a child is cheering and jumping, and the smell of witchcraft is coming, which makes people shudder.

Then the witch's shadow suddenly disappeared, replaced by a pair of Miao grandparents in the darkness of night and light. I saw them together, sitting in their yard smoking and spinning, and the picture was warm and romantic.

Soon, the warmth faded and the wonders were steep. Under a big tree covered with a square crown, a man squatted down and hit a stone to make a fire. Then many people came out of the darkness and hit a stone to make a fire. For a time, sparks were everywhere on the stage, crackling and sound came and went, and light and shadow changed like lightning. Two more people filed in from the side, gathered together and stood hand in hand. The dark light recedes, the light reappears, the peaks stand on the wall, the altar is high and the bull's head stands, and the drums stand in array. The song sounded, the drums responded, the drumsticks waved and the drums burst. Drum dance is full of vitality, rhythm and beauty. Like fire. Enthusiasm, wildness and fiery power, I think, even a stagnant heart will be knocked restless.

The sound falls with people, the painting style turns sharply, and the couple reappears. The man stepped on the wooden hammer, the woman stirred with a long spoon, and the husband sang along with the woman, which was full of tacit understanding.

In the Miao compound, the jars are lined up, and the men are stirring with sticks, which is rough and unrestrained. My daughter came lively, flew to the fire and wiped her sweat for her father, which was gentle and sweet. The daughter was angry and wanted to help, and the father taught with a smile. After drinking the wine, my daughter took it and stole it. Father found out, quietly approached, grabbed it, put it in the sky, sat on the floor and drank it. The daughter went around the back, waiting for an opportunity to grab the wine bowl, which was empty, and then went to pick up the wine. Nv Jiao, whose father is kind, is full of happiness, smiles brightly, and exaggerates every move naturally.

Shouting, stirring, light and shadow change again, Miao village appears. At the entrance of the village, under a big tree, a group of Miao girls sat on a bamboo basket, folded their hands, lowered their brows thoughtfully, and suddenly stood up and waved frequently, as if greeting their sweetheart. Drinking-drinking-the bleak voice rang again, and the voice shouted thousands of times and never left. After a while, all the women retreated with baskets. A line of people walked onto the stage with cans in their arms. Altar or waist, or shoulder, or arm; That step is either circuitous, steady or deep. Music, singing and dancing. A cup, a cup, a cup; Humble, coax, coax; Drink, drink, drink. The wine was drunk heroically and happily, which showed Brother Miao's frankness and wildness. That one hand, one foot, all show the roughness and wildness of men. Xu drank too much and drank enough, and his steps were a little faltering. Brother put down the jar, stopped, raised his hand and shouted, and the woman answered. Men and women are singing and dancing. A woman's Chen Jiao is "happy and worried", and a man is "watery eyes" happy ... Is this the Miao nationality in Xiangxi grabbing the sideline? Is this the love of Miao men and women for songs? That song is bold, straightforward and implicit; That dance is wild, charming and full of power. Singing and dancing, mixing men and women, cheerful music, emotional. My eyes crossed the stage and looked at the black framed back hill. I seem to see something jumping straight into the dark night.

Can't be distracted, a bright and clear voice raises, and it is the Miao Family Courtyard. The Miao people warmly greeted: "You are our friend when you come to our Miao family. To show your mind, bring-wine! " The voice is wild and powerful, echoing everywhere. The brothers cheered and responded, and the sisters moved the table like lightning. The man jumped on the table, holding a big bowl in his hand, echoing his brother at a distance and saying, Spring Festival, drink; Married, drinking; Happy, drinking; Upset, drinking; Tears, drinking; Friends come, drink; Friends left, drinking; Before the performance, drink; After the show, drink ... hey, drink. This cry is full of rhythm and agitation. "Hey, brothers, I only have one daughter in Longdashan. If anyone wins, I will marry her to him. " The man was in high spirits and promised in public. A crab has eight feet and its shell is as big as two eyes. Drink, drink, drink. Guess the rules, the scene is very warm. Brothers, we Miao people would rather hurt our health than our feelings when drinking. Too much wine, drunk, good wine. Hey. The man shouted loudly and all his brothers responded. The song expresses enthusiasm and pride: good wine, good wine, Miao village walks to feed-drink, drink, drink wow-a cup, a cup, good wine, good wine-drunk! On and off the stage, actors and audience, friendly interaction, pouring wine and drinking. What's the taste of that wine? You must be drunk!

Moving and quiet, the figure dispersed. In the courtyard of Miao village, tofu is ground. Grandpa pushes the mill and grandma puts the beans, so the life of Miao family is quiet.

A voice sounded in the dark, still like a bird singing, still with the help of subtitles: I saw a Miao girl today, which was really beautiful. Would you like to be your friend? My mother, you are so beautiful. I want to go out with you and have a date in the cave at night. I will tell you stories, talk about things and feelings together. Okay？ Miao people in Xiangxi always like to express their feelings with folk songs, and people who love each other also communicate and show their talents by singing folk songs. In pure nature, my brother likes to blow leaves to attract a-mei nearby.

The scenery changes with the sound, willows are green, streams are gurgling, and two people of the same kind, one brother and one sister, are running and playing. There are flowers everywhere in Shan Ye, and men and women line up to sing. A-mei blue skirt, green umbrella dancing; Brother black cloth Baotou, bunt. The mountain road winds and the new moon is in the sky. Brother came downstairs to find a-mei, whistling naughtily; A-mei Lou Tou appeared and responded with charm and enchanting.

Subtitle reproduction on the field: The Miao nationality in Xiangxi is a unique folk custom and culture, and the Miao nationality in Fenghuang has advocated the freedom of love since ancient times. Go to the market to find someone you like during the day. If both sides like each other, meet in the cave at night, or meet in the straw pile near the stockade. The picture is beautiful, the music is full of emotion, and the performance is warm, which reproduces the beautiful love scene. Narrator again, affectionate and tactfully: from now on, we will live better and better, happier and happier.

Don't listen to the matchmaker, no arranged marriage, freedom, beauty and happiness. No wonder the tour guide is proud: our Miao nationality has the lowest divorce rate.

The gongs and drums are loud and the music is cheerful. The subtitle of the side building jumped out: we are going to be the bride and groom!

Girls dressed in silver ornaments, swaying their waists, singing their own happiness; A brother dressed as a prince is full of heroic spirit and lofty sentiments. Men and women are mixed, singing and dancing. The bride in red, the groom in blue, walked out side by side, worshiped heaven and earth, parents and husband and wife, lifted the red veil and looked at each other affectionately. Women sing and dance together, and men strut.

The elders of the couple also came out one after another and bowed their thanks.

At the end of the play, the charm is long.

The bonfire was blazing and the host and guest jumped around hand in hand.

The yard is boiling.