A couple walked out of the breakfast shop and strolled on the street. Gu Yun broke the silence between them again.

"Look at the sky here, does it feel like we are traveling abroad?"

"Um."

After eating, Zhong Leyi's mood seemed to have improved a lot. When she raised her head, the memories were right in front of her eyes.

Coconut groves, rocks, beaches, yachts, the sea and sky are the same color, and the waves are vast.

That year, young people who were still obsessed with distance and dreams held hands and wanted to go to the ends of the earth together to make a promise of love.

The pure land of Sanya makes people feel light and free in their bones, as if they have returned to the time when they could just leave at once, running in the wind and having fun on the beach.

The morning air was full of tranquility. Gu Yun and Zhong Leyi walked leisurely on the beach in Sanya, listening to the sea breeze blowing the coconut trees and making a secret noise. Each coconut tree was constantly shaking its branches.

Occasionally, I step on the white sand with bare feet and feel the freedom and comfort of Sanya.

The sea water gently lapped at the rocks on the shore, and the giant ship in the distance whistled and sailed slowly toward its own harbor.

The sea breeze is refreshing, and the mountains on the other side of the sea have a setting sun. The light hits the side of Zhong Leyi's face, making the girl even more charming.

"Uncle, aunt, and my dad went to play mahjong again. They asked us to play by ourselves. Do you want to go back and rest?"

After the two of them walked for a while, Gu Yun's cell phone started to vibrate.

"Why don't we go for a walk? We're here now."

"casual."

Zhong Leyi, who has always loved traveling, was noncommittal.

"Someone is singing, did you hear it?"

Gu Yun tried to hold Zhong Leyi's hand, but the latter dodged lightly, and he moved the topic aside in a flirtatious manner.

On a quiet rainy morning, my grandparents sang folk songs in the valley, which were the songs of their youth.

As long as someone remembers it, as long as someone can sing it, antiquity can become fashionable.

"heard it."

Zhong Leyi nodded and looked towards the village along the road ahead.

There is the Li Village Miao Village open to tourists and residents.

In the valley on a typhoon day, there had been several showers before, and there were a few wisps of white smoke floating in the green in front of me.

The wind blew through the cascading trees, bringing a few faint songs.

Zhong Leyi quickened her pace. She often fantasized about what it would be like to be in a silent valley with those songs as transparent as water. At this moment, she felt as if she was not in the world, even though there was a beach full of tourists just outside the forest.

Following the singing, several grandmothers wearing traditional Li costumes were sitting under a wooden scaffolding not far away. With their backs to the two of them, they were singing folk songs and weaving bamboo baskets. The rain fell and fell on their shoulders.

There was mist all around, adding a bit of a dreamy feeling.

"This is the Li ethnic group, the earliest residents of the island. Look at their traditional clothes, they are so beautiful."

As a person in two lifetimes, Gu Yun has more than just decades of memories than Zhong Leyi, but also a variety of little knowledge.

"You still know this?"

Zhong Leyi blinked her eyes, showing a bit of surprise.

Obviously both of them were northern children who grew up in Liaocheng, and Gu Yun was not a liberal arts major. How did he know this?

"Look at the grandpa and grandma opposite. Even though they are old, they are singing love songs."

Gu Yun looked at Zhong Leyi with a smile, walked two steps quickly, and walked side by side with the girl.

For those who visit Sanya for the first time, they will find that time and seasons do not exist on this island. It is like a young man who suddenly grows up and can’t wait to rush to the world. And this young man has a lot of good luck, and the world is also

Opening her arms to him.

And when people turn their attention from the sun and the sea to the inland, under the Wuzhi Mountain shrouded in clouds and mist, in the many valleys spreading to the plains, in a side that not many people know and is not so dazzling, the local culture makes it possible.

Rich colors and textures today.

The various ethnic groups that grew up in these cultures, especially the Li people, the earliest residents of the island, have used their courage, bravery, creativity and tenderness to keep this green heart beating for thousands of years.

When ancient times meet modern times, in the silent valley, people are using their own cultural memories and attitudes to reshape the strength of the nation.

Therefore, as green mountains and blue oceans continue to approach each other, and in the process of the traditional ecology of the Li people gradually integrating with modern civilization, a nation with little wariness towards the outside world and an open nature has been inherited in Sanya.

This partly comes from Sanya’s own awe for culture, and also from young people’s respect and tribute to national culture.

From ancient times to the present, the life of the Li people has always been inseparable from bamboo, and bamboo culture has been integrated into the daily life of every household of the Li people.

Bamboo tube rice, the bamboo basket hung around the waist containing field work tools, bamboo stools, bamboo baskets and bamboo beds in front and back of the houses in the village, one side of the soil and water, the other side of the scenery.

My grandma is the best at weaving waist baskets. After learning how to weave baskets at the age of fourteen, she has not neglected this skill for half a century. She has also taught her daughter-in-law and daughters the skills and passed them on.

The waist baskets used by these women are extremely exquisite in workmanship. Grandpa cut bamboo from the mountain and peeled it into thin bamboo strips. Grandma wove these bamboo strips for daily use.

The trend texture is clear, and there are almost no gaps or holes between the bamboo strips.

Although the original ethnic minorities living around Sanya have already entered civilization and are even difficult to find, you can still experience their enthusiasm, singing, dancing and crafts here.

While walking in the village, the two discovered that there were dark or bright black patterns on the face, arms, legs and other parts of the Li ethnic group's grandmother's face. This is the island's Li tattoo.

The tattoo phenomenon of the Li people on the island mainly existed on women before the 1960s. Therefore, the grandmas with tattoos who can be seen now are at least over 60 years old. There are only a few tattooed grandmas in every village.

In short, these grandmothers are a living history book of the Li people.

In the old days, girls from the Li family had to get tattoos when they were twelve to sixteen years old. The tattoo artist dipped rushes in vegetable dyes, beat the thorny white vines with small wooden sticks, and pierced small holes in the skin, which were displayed as dots.

Wiring diagram.

This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! Tattoo is not only a religious form, but also a superb art. Its complex patterns contain many unknown ancient totems and life phenomena, as well as their influence on life.

The paradoxical description and enlightenment of the whole life process is a very complex and rich human imagination, which contains mysterious and mysterious human codes.

The ancient and unique beauty of tattoos will inevitably disappear with the departure of this generation of grannies. Nowadays, they are far away from urban life and retain the patterns on their bodies in various forms of life. When they leave,

The image is engraved on the earth, and Yogasila can continue to fly in the valley.

"Hello you two, do you want to try Li Jin? We can take a group photo here."

Standing among the flowers, the Li family's sister held a bamboo and rattan clothes basket in her hand and waved to the two of them, showing her eight beautiful little white teeth.

The rattan and bamboo weaving utensils passed down from the Li people to the present day retain the skills inherited from ancient times, both in terms of shape characteristics and production techniques.

The rattan clothes basket used by Li ethnic women to store Li brocade, with its round belly and slit shape, is in line with the appearance characteristics of the Li self-made pottery. The rattan clothes basket is an important utensil in the Li family. For Li women, it has

The number of rattan clothes baskets is a symbol of a woman's wealth.

In Li society, there has always been a strong tradition of the concept of property rights. In a family, a man will not open the cane cover and look through the personal belongings in the clothes basket without the consent of the woman.

"Okay~ I'll choose a set myself. Where can I change it?"

Zhong Leyi had no resistance to these distinctive ethnic costumes. She tied up her hair and picked them up one after another.

"Just go inside, just the back room."

Amei pointed to the open space behind her and explained to Zhong Leyi.

In the old days, when a Li woman got married, her mother would hand-knit one or two sets of Li brocade dowry for her daughter. In order to better preserve it, she would also carefully make a covered rattan basket or a rattan-wrapped bamboo tube to store it, and put it together with the Li brocade on the bamboo woven clothes.

Basket.

Like the Li people living in the mountains, bamboos are also witnessing and recording the time and legends of this place.

"What is grandma singing outside?"

After changing clothes, Zhong Le happily looked at the round mirror again and again, and casually asked about the sister next to him.

"The two of them sent each other off across the ridge, and the farther they went, the deeper their love grew. They sent me off with my head lowered and tears streaming down my face."

A-mei’s round face showed a happy expression: “It’s a love song of our Li people.”

"It's true..."

Zhong Leyi cooed softly and turned her head to look at Gu Yun.

The Li people are a nation that likes to sing. They always sing when they are moved by the scene, and when things happen, they will sing along with their compositions.

Especially during festivals, such as spring festivals, engagements, and wedding ceremonies, ballads should be sung.

Young people will gather together in the hut in front of the village to sing, and they will also sing collectively while working.

Love songs are the most numerous among Li folk songs, are also the most distinctive, and best reflect the artistic level of Li folk songs.

Whenever the grandmothers weaving bamboo baskets sang the first tune, the grandfathers not far away would whistle and sing in response.

"Am I right? This land is very romantic."

Gu Yun, who followed the local customs in his hometown, quickly changed into his national clothes and walked up to Zhong Leyi. The two followed Amei's instructions and posed for a group photo.

These songs, which accompany the lives and struggles of the Li people, are simple, wild and mysterious. When the ancestors first set foot on this land, they began to work, mourn and marry, and lived in daily life, these songs often sounded in these people.

In the valley.

"It's beautiful, it's beautiful. You two are a perfect match."

The camera in Amei’s hand seems to have become the Alice Cave between modernity and tradition in Sanya.
To be continued...