You ask what is left of the Tujia people?
In fact, there is nothing left, and nothing is left.
Like the old cauldron placed on the fire bed, covered with ashes, but still hot when the water is boiled.
I live in a stilted building, but in my dreams I am no longer hanging in the air
In today's village, young people go out to work and send money back to build brick houses.
Those crooked stilt buildings with blackened wood no longer house animals underneath. Because they dislike the smell, no one lives on the second floor. Instead, they are used to store debris.
But the old man said that he could not straighten his legs while sleeping in a brick house at night.
In the dream, it was still the same old house, with creaking floors and wind pouring in through the gaps. It had been hanging in the air for several lifetimes, and then it suddenly became solid, but it made people feel unsteady.
I stopped crying when I got married, but I was so sad on the wedding day
In the past, girls had to cry for seven days and seven nights, crying for their parents, brother and sister-in-law, and scolding the matchmaker.
Who is crying now? All wedding photos were taken with sea views.
However, I once participated in a wedding where the bride wore a Xiuhe dress and had a makeup artist touch up her makeup. The bride's mother was cooking dumplings in the kitchen when she suddenly sang, "When you grow up, you belong to your family, and your bones are not your mother's flesh." The mascara used by the bride was spent in an instant.
The ceremony is gone, but the sourness is still there.
During the Chinese New Year, what exactly are you rushing for?
Every year on the 289th day of the twelfth lunar month, the Chinese New Year is celebrated one day earlier than the Han people.
I didn't understand it when I was a child. I just knew that I could secretly eat the crispy pork that had just come out of the pot that day. My mouth would be so hot that I grinned, and the adults wouldn't scold me.
After studying, I realized that at that time in the Ming Dynasty, the Tujia soldiers had to go out to fight against the Japanese pirates and could not make it in time for the New Year's Eve. So the villagers allowed them to have a reunion dinner one day in advance before setting off.
This rush will take five hundred years.
On the occasion of the Chinese New Year this year, I hurried back. There was a traffic jam on the highway. By the time I arrived at the entrance of the village, it was already three o'clock in the morning. My father stood at the intersection, the light from the flashlight swaying from time to time.
I said, Dad, why don’t you sleep?
He said, wait until you come back to celebrate the New Year.
I suddenly understood that the word "rush" does not mean advancing time.
It’s the energy that has to pull you back no matter what.
You have to dance the hand-waving dance even if your hands and feet are uncoordinated.
The village engages in tourism development to allow tourists to experience the hand-waving dance.
My mother screamed and was dragged to be an "actor". She had spent her whole life dancing farm dances in the valley, but now she had to perform "single pendulum" and "double pendulum" over and over again in front of the mobile phone camera in the square.
Her hands and feet were actually a little stiff and she couldn't keep up with the rhythm.
But one time a tourist asked her, Auntie, why are you doing this dance?
She was stunned for a moment, and then answered in half-baked Mandarin, saying that our ancestors taught us this, and we must teach this land.
The tourists thought she was making a "down-to-earth" quip and laughed.
My mother didn't laugh.
In fact, the Tujia people are hidden in those "non-standards"
Have you noticed——
When I speak Chinese, the final sound is a bit floating, because I haven’t completely forgotten the Tujia tone.
The bacon I ate was blackened by smoke. It was a habit of hanging on the fire bed for hundreds of years.
I respect my ancestors and no longer burn incense, but I am still used to dipping my chopsticks into some wine and dripping three drops on the table.
There is no need for Tuolaosi to preside over the funeral.
But on the day my loved ones left, I secretly opened the curtains at the sky window a little.
What if, what if he really has to cross the overpass.
Sinicization is like the fog in Wuling Mountain
So thick that you can’t see the mountains.
But the mountains are always there.
You say there is no difference between us and the Han people. Yes, I also wear sweatshirts, surf Douyin, and drink milk tea.
But as soon as we step into the twelfth lunar month, the alarm clock in our heart immediately sounds like an urging, reminding us: it’s time to slaughter the New Year pig, it’s time to smoke the bacon, and it’s time to rush home in a hurry.
The language is lost, but the song remains.
If the song is lost, the taste of the meal is still there.
Fan Ruo also forgot that the dangling foot in the dream would always kick him awake.
What is left of the Tujia people?
There are only a group of us left, secretly thinking about how to get home in the gaps between Chinese characters.
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