Cuoche constellation

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When I went to Jiuzhaigou, I was fooled by the tour guide Xiao Gaoyi and signed up for the program "Into the Collectors". Registration fee 150 yuan, but to be honest, I don't regret it.

In the intuitive impression, Chengdu has always been the spokesman of Jiuzhaigou, but it is far from this. The two places are separated from Wan Li. It took us ten hours to reach Jiuzhaigou County. Before we stopped, we got on the bus and drove to find collectors.

It was near dusk, and the young collector put on Hada as soon as he got off the bus. Gao Xiao told us on the way that in Tibetan, "Tashi Dele" means "good luck", but simplicity is the most beautiful blessing for collectors. I greeted him with folded hands: "Tashildler." The other party smiled very simply and nodded slightly: "Tashide is happy!" It means: you are lucky, too.

Our visiting collector's surname is "Ge Sang". Long before the bus arrived, the tall hostess of Ge Sang's family greeted us outside the door. The wind on the plateau is also very strong. * * Hada fluttered in succession, and the five-color prayer flags full of scriptures fluttered in the wind, and some were low and hung straight to Manidui. Red, yellow, blue, white and green five-color prayer flags were blown by the wind once, which means that the scriptures were read once. Tibetans say that the Buddha will bless them if they read the scriptures a thousand times. The hostess of Ge Sang said that red represents the sun, * * represents the land, blue represents the sky, white represents white clouds, and green represents all living things on the earth.

Manidui is one of the unique symbols of collectors. In Tibetan areas, almost every family has Manidui. It is made of stones brought back from the outside by people who come back from the outside. Foreign guests or tourists who come home should turn around the Mani pile counterclockwise three times before entering the door to wash away filth and bad luck.

When we walked around the Mani heap, we had to read the eight-character mantra to the hostess, and now we forgot it. What impressed me deeply was a few Guanyin stones, probably quartz stones, placed on the Mani heap. When I touch them, I make a wish and it will come true. That stone is cold and smooth. It may have been touched or touched many times. In this barren land and steep mountains, only potatoes and highland barley grow. Under the fluttering five-color prayer flags, devout Tibetans pray for the blessing of the Buddha all the time.

Walking into the living room with various mascots painted on the wall and ceiling, the rich religious color makes people more excited. Cooked yak meat, fried highland barley and an unknown lean wild vegetable have already been placed on the low wooden table.

After sitting down, the cooked potatoes are also put on a small plate. I can't wait to try the meat I grabbed, but the hostess said I had to toast before I could eat it. Then I noticed that there were two glasses of liquid, one yellow and one white. The white one is buttered tea and the yellow one is highland barley wine.

At this time, the hostess went out to meet other guests, followed by a young man with neck-length curly hair, who was the fifth brother of Ge Sang's family. He asked everyone to stand up with highland barley wine in their left hand (this is a Tibetan custom. Because they kill cattle and sheep with their right hands, they think that their right hands are covered with blood, but toasting is a sacred and solemn ceremony and should be carried out with their left hands, which is less sinful. ), the right ring finger dipped in wine and waved into the air, shouting: "A toast to heaven and earth-yo CuO CuO!" Dip in some more wine, wave it in the air and shout, "Second respect to parents-yo CuO CuO!" Although the toast ceremony was sacred, I couldn't help laughing out the strange pronunciation of "yo CuO CuO", and then dipped in wine for the third time and shouted, "Three respects to friends-yo CuO CuO! "Only this time, we should drink to the people around us to show our friendship. Finally, I shouted again: "strangle the child!" " (meaning cheers), drink the wine at one gulp.

I only took a sip and it tasted sour. Although I really want to drink it all at once, I haven't touched a drop of wine for several years, and even this barley wine equivalent to beer only dares to take a sip.

The next time was so happy that the five brothers waved their hands and said, "Everyone eats meat and drinks! Forget it! " At the moment when everyone laughed happily, I had a picture of everyone chewing a large piece of meat with greasy hands and then filling the sea bowl with wine. However, in fact, it's not that crazy, but I hope so.

The taste of yak meat is really not covered, and it has a unique Tibetan bronze flavor. Although highland barley wine is not suitable, butter tea is definitely worth a taste. Rich milky white, scattered with a hint of sweetness, not oily or greasy, refreshing and slightly sweet. It is a kind of food with Tibetan flavor, although it is not as bold and chic as the meat under the wine. It is mainly made of yak meat with local Tibetan medicine spices and red pepper powder.

There is wine and food, how can there be no singing and dancing?

Tibetans say that they can sing as long as they can talk and dance as long as they can walk. Just pick one out, all of them are talented people who can sing and dance. The young man in Ge Sang sang several local folk songs for us, which were sonorous and simple in Tibetan, without any carving or modification, just like natural gifts.

Ge Sang's two daughters also came to entertain us. My eldest daughter is sixteen and my youngest daughter is fifteen. If the hostess hadn't told us, I couldn't believe that the two sisters singing and dancing in front of me were my peers. The hostess said that she was the only one with the highest education in her family: the second grade of primary school. Nobody else has studied for a day. Because her family is too poor, she can't afford to send her children to school, but now her youngest son can go to school. The hostess said happily, thanks to the country, not only let the children study for free, but also subsidize the family for 100 yuan every month.

My heart suddenly flashed a trace of sadness. It turns out that not everyone of these hospitable, simple and kind Tibetans is lucky enough to study like me. It turns out that we foreign guests who envy them are the happiest people.

The joyful atmosphere lasted until dark, during which two male tourists were dragged to wear Tibetan clothes and dressed as grooms. The two joined hands to wipe their faces with pot ashes, then sat on the floor with two girls, and sang love songs in pairs. If they won, they could "marry" the Tibetan girl. The two grooms racked their brains to search for love songs. A few times, they simply adapted the lyrics by melody, and everyone laughed hysterically. What's more interesting is that one of the two grooms is a married teacher. When exchanging pledges, you can't touch anything. Go and ask his wife for it. The wife is also very tolerant. Two "newlyweds" took "wedding photos". After drinking a glass of wine, the wife said to her seven-year-old daughter, go and call her little mother. It's really masculine.

After eating and drinking enough, everyone went to the yard to jump a bonfire. Whether you are familiar with it or not, you are holding hands, laughing and dancing. The dance steps are probably not difficult, but they have never been learned. Everyone just lifted their feet to jump, but a brother might be too happy and push a little hard, and actually kicked his shoes on the roof of Ge Sang's house. At that moment, everyone exclaimed and looked at the dark roof and suddenly burst out laughing. I am busy taking pictures of Ge Sang's little daughter. I took it when she pouted inadvertently. Her red face is lovely, but she was not satisfied after seeing it and insisted that I take another picture. She stood sideways with her hands hanging down, smiling sweetly at the camera. My heart broke in an instant. Does this girl younger than me know more or less than me? Does she want to face every foreign guest with such a plateau smile that she thinks is the most beautiful and simple? Or, because I am about her age, but my life is completely different?

Out of Ge Sang's house, it was completely dark. Without the warm smell of bonfires, the air at night on the plateau suddenly feels particularly fresh and cool. I took a deep breath and habitually looked up at the sky, which was full of stars! There is a noisy voice saying goodbye to Ge Sang's family, but it seems far away from me. I've been looking for the constellation I saw in the book. The sky on the plateau is clean and the night is clear. Maybe it's closer to the sky, even the starlight is dazzling.

"What are you looking at?" I have a voice in my ear.

I was suddenly surprised and turned to look. It was Ge Sang's eldest daughter. She also looked up at the sky.

"I'm looking at the stars." I said.

"The stars? What is there to see in the stars? "

I think she must see this pure natural night sky every night to disapprove of the stars.

I pointed to a brighter star and asked her, "Is that the North Star?" She must be familiar with the starry sky.

She glanced at the sky doubtfully and said, "Polaris? I have no idea. " I paused slightly, then smiled and said, "I want to see the stars, because I can't see them in the city, because the lights are too bright." She glanced at the starry sky again and said "Oh".

I looked at her still puzzled eyes and felt a layer of complicated emotions.

She must have guessed that I was a child of her age. But she must know that as a foreign guest, I must have read books she has never read, been to schools she has never been to, and seen cities she has never seen. So is the youngest daughter. Everyone wants to go out and see the outside world.

Although she can lie on the grass all night, beside yaks, smelling endless Ye Xiang and facing the unknown stars all over the sky, she can be the most natural and simple collector. But the tourists who come to her house every day always remind her of the outside world. Where you can go to school, away from mountains and yak bonfires, there are only lights and no starlight.

She came to me, perhaps to learn more about the outside world, but now, I'm leaving here and may never come again. In such a short time, I have a lot to say to her, and I have a lot to say to her, but, but in such a short time, my heart is so complicated and painful that I don't know where to start. She is, and so is her youngest daughter. The Ge Sang family all want to see the outside world. Simple nature will gradually become monotonous, and the outside world is wonderful and colorful that they can't imagine. But I, now I can't say a word.

Perhaps because this is the last group of guests outside tonight, Ge Sang's family all came out to see us off. Watching everyone shake hands with Ge Sang's family, I feel reluctant to leave because of my family.

A young man sent it directly to the car, picked up the receiver and sang us another song. Finally, the car drove some distance, so he had to return. We said to each other with Tibetan medicine: "Demo." The thick night outside the window strikes, and I know that the plateau night without lights outside must be as cold as water, natural, clean, refreshing and pure as water. There must be starlight on the grass, and the grass under the starlight must be very quiet. I keep recalling the starry sky just now, and all kinds of loneliness, desolation and loneliness rise from my heart.

The night when there is only chirp on the plateau must be unbreakable silence. How many stars are there? Is there a girl lying on the strong and broad chest of the plateau one night, wishing on the stars all over the sky?

We may never see each other again in this life. I will remember the way you danced, sang, clapped your hands and smiled. I really can't do anything for you. Just under the same sky and looking up at the same starry sky, please accept my simplest blessing from the starry sky: Tashildler.