That day, I also felt that I was just rushing to a lively meeting. However, when I was stared at by the blinking lion for three seconds, a string deep in my heart that was originally peaceful suddenly began to vibrate violently and unexpectedly.
The streets, known as small towns, are so crowded with people that even a drop of water can hardly pass through. The air is filled with the smell of gunpowder smoke after the setting off of firecrackers and the burnt smell of roasted chestnuts.
The sound of gongs and drums is not loud, but smashing, hitting my heart one after another.
Can you tell the difference between Liu Bei and Zhang Fei?
My dad lifted me above my head, and I could clearly see the two behemoths in the center of the field.
One gold and one red. The gold one belongs to Liu Bei and the red one should belong to Guan Gong.
However, how could a child care about this? He just felt that the lion's eyes were as wide as a bell made of copper, its eyelashes were flickering, and there was a hint of cuteness in the majesty.
There is a detail that I have never dared to write about in my essay before - the shoes of the lion dancer are exposed.
Just under the golden lion legs, there is a pair of worn-out Jiefang shoes, with the shoelaces even loose.
At that time, I felt that it was too worn and not perfect.
Looking back now, it was those shoes that stepped on the plum blossom piles and performed prance and turn movements, firmly supporting that majesty.
Is lettuce really delicious?
The most thrilling thing is "picking green".
The lettuce was hung on a bamboo pole that was three meters tall. The lion climbed up on the tower built by people, swayed, and opened its mouth to catch it.
The crowd burst into cheers.
The aunt next to me excitedly tugged on my sleeve: "Pick green! Pick green! Make money!"
But I stared at the lion. It chewed the lettuce twice and spit it out again.
I was thinking, are the vegetable leaves not washed?
The person performing the lion dance is trapped in a huge thick bottom cloth, with beads of sweat on his forehead, and he still has to show that he is eating well. This kind of acting is truly unparalleled.
The moment I was almost swallowed by a lion's head
When the performance reached its climax, the golden lion suddenly jumped off the stage and rushed towards the crowd.
Everyone screamed and backed away, but I couldn't move as if I was pinned down.
The mouth, which was as big as a basin of blood, suddenly stopped at a position exactly half a meter away from my head, and kept opening and closing, and its beard even swept across my forehead.
The world was quiet for that second.
Then it blinked, shook its head, and turned away.
People around me laughed, cursed and slapped their chests. My mother grabbed me and chanted.
I didn't say anything, I just felt the area on my forehead where the lion's beard had swept was hot.
The gongs and drums stopped and the people dispersed
On the way home, I was still shaking my head like a lion.
My mother laughed at me: "Are you stupid?"
I said: "Mom, aren't the people inside the lion hot?"
She was stunned for a moment and didn't answer.
I didn't know until later
Later, when I read the book, I realized that the lion dance is divided into north and south, and the south lion wakes up the lion.
Why is it called "wake up"?
It’s not about waking up from sleep, it’s about waking up, awakening the essence of a nation.
We also know about the phenomenon of "dotting the eyes", that is, dotting the lion's eyes with cinnabar, so that it can truly "live".
The lion we saw that day had eyes that had been clicked before. However, I felt that the moment when it really came to life was the brief three seconds when it tilted its head and looked at me.
In those three seconds, it was not Liu Bei or Guan Yu, or some auspicious beast that could ward off evil and avoid harm.
It is a big cat that clumsily wants to say hello to a child.
That old lion head
When I returned to my hometown last year, the martial arts gym in the town was still there.
There was a faded lion's head drying in the yard, the paint on its eyes mottled.
I asked the old man in the hall: "Are you still dancing?"
He took a puff of cigarette and squinted his eyes: "Dance, why don't you dance? You have to dance even if no one is watching."
The sun hits the lion's head, and the peeling gold powder shines with fine light.
I suddenly remembered that pair of exposed Jiefang shoes.
It turns out that what supports this majesty has never been a myth.
Just a pair of solid feet and an unwilling heart.
Even if there is no one in the audience, the lion should be awake.
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