Essays on Golden Autumn Gazaxing Prose in Central Yunnan

In the autumn of October, I started my long-awaited trip to Gasa in central Yunnan by taking advantage of public holidays.

When the bus gradually collapses, the climate is getting hotter and hotter, and the hand sticks out of the window, and the wind is hot air. Although the season is already golden autumn, Gaza, located in the middle of Yunnan, is still full of self-confidence and distinctive personality with a hot summer-like climate, welcoming you, challenging you and conquering you.

The first thing to conquer is the eyes: because it is located in the subtropical zone, the plants here are wild, dense, dark green and fat without any fetters. I feel that my dull eyes have been dyed green and clear, and I can't help but shout: Cool!

According to local people, the scenery in Gaza is concentrated in the areas of Manxiu, Li Man, Manwan and Dabeiyuan along the Gaza River. Go this way!

I found myself in the painting: in the fertile soil where oil can be squeezed out on both sides of the road, the dense purple is a fruit cane forest; The grain is full, drooping and golden, which is late rice; The jade lamp is rich and green, crystal clear and dewy, and it is a banana taro ... Groups of Dai women, wearing shiny pointed golden red hats and carrying laundry baskets or bamboo baskets on their shoulders, go in and out on rural roads or fields. They talk, laugh and relax in Dai language with a strong sense of music. I was deeply moved: in Gasa, a Dai township, Dai women are the highlight of this painting. Their working people make this painting full of movement, beauty, vitality, imagination and passion. ...

God helps those who he1p themselves. With the help of the camera, I got to know A Dai Humanity Yunxiang, and he invited me to take photos in their Manwan Village.

The road to Manwanzhai is a country road for many years. It is slender, tied to the soft waist of Manwanzhai, ancient and mysterious. The green trees on both sides of the road are very different from the pedestrian trees that are uniform but lack of change on the expressway. There are many kinds of trees, such as litchi tree with dense branches and leaves, papaya tree with plump and graceful fruits, phoenix tree in Emei Mountain, and all kinds of trees without names. Some of these trees have thick and straight trunks that go straight into the sky; Some are delicate and witty. They weave green nets to block the subtropical sun and shed thick shade. The snow-white duck lay on the side of the road, with its head hidden in its wings, and fell asleep in broad daylight; And those big white geese, Xiang Tiange, who walk with the pace of a gentleman, are walking on the road like no one's watching, leisurely and carefree.

On the way, I met one or two old Dai people, wearing ancient Dai costumes embroidered with black borders, looking at you with a kind smile and asking where you are from. Where are you going? I am dumbfounded! It is incredible that such a profound and mysterious philosophical proposition should be uttered from the Dai population who are illiterate and have little contact with the outside world, and it is an understatement and logical. I don't know if I met an expert. Or have you strayed into a paradise more fascinating than Tao Yuanming's works?

The gate of Manwan Village is actually made of the root of an old tree. Naturally, art makes you lose your language. According to the knife that accompanied me into the village, I was afraid that the big tree would collapse before, and the bottom was filled with large and small stones, forming a walled gate with stones. Later, the roots gradually became thicker and stronger, and they could completely support the big trees above, so the people in the stockade moved all the stones, big and small. Surprisingly, these twisted roots do not affect the growth of branches and leaves on them. The roots are doorways, and the branches and leaves above are still lush, supporting the belief and hope of the Dai people in Manwan Village to pursue a better life. The moment I entered the stockade from the root gate, I understood one thing: in fact, we are also like the big tree at the stockade gate. No matter how branches and leaves grow and develop, roots are always deeply rooted in the soil of hometown.

After entering Manwan Village, I found that, like other Dai villages, most of the houses here are earthen palm houses. In order to block the subtropical sunshine, this kind of house is mostly rammed with mud, with thick roof and wall, which is economical, practical and simple. Against the backdrop of lush green plants around, this kind of earth palm house, which is the cheapest and most common soil on the earth, is more natural, harmonious and friendly. No wonder so many brushes and long and short lenses are lyrical around it.

Passing through Manwan Village and approaching the Gaza River, haystacks made of thick logs can be seen everywhere. The legs of the haystack are thick and long, and the haystack is round and big. From a distance, it is humorous and full of local characteristics. Because the crib grass has lost its golden and bright color in the past, it is in harmony with the color of the crib wood and the surrounding environment, revealing a primitive beauty similar to the artistic treasures of a long time ago. This more natural and primitive simplicity and primitive beauty in life makes those artists who are besieged by false grandeur, elegance and exquisiteness, even breathless, such as sticking out the tight encirclement, relaxed and natural, and comfortable physically and mentally.

In front of the haystack is the edge of the Gaza River. There are Maolin bamboos. Bamboo is a piece of bamboo, surrounded by pebbles. This shows that the Dai people have environmental awareness. Most of the trees are tall Panzhihua trees. Looking in the direction of the big betel nut garden, Panzhihua trees extend from the shore to the Gazha River, guarding and beautifying their homes like soldiers lined up. Under the Panzhihua tree, the old man who was herding cattle was in a daze or happily remembering. The urchins chased and frolicked, and the sound of slapstick startled all kinds of beautiful birds in the surrounding trees from time to time, and arrows shot into the river.

The river is wide and atmospheric. Standing by the river, looking around, people have a kind of open-minded and comfortable, glad that they have found a spiritual habitat; Rivers are like masterpieces opened by the hand of time in ancient and modern Tessa, and close reading can benefit a lot.

Although my time in Gaza is very short, the dreamlike subtropical ecological scenery and harmonious and natural human beauty there have made me realize a life journey.