Chapter 1076 Mountains and Rivers of the Motherland
"Hey! The terraces from this perspective are indeed beautiful! Colorful, Yu Ni, Yu Ni, come and see!"
"Daddy, I want to see it too, I want to see it too!"
Starting from his hometown in Hecheng, heading west, traveling in an RV while doing charity education, the Yang Qian family arrived at Ailao Mountain in Caiyun Province today. Not only does it have the rich and colorful folk culture of the Hani people, but also
The Hani Rice Terraces are known as land art.
When they arrived, the weather was not kind and it rained heavily.
Fortunately, they drove two RVs and several nanny cars. They hid in the RVs until the rain stopped, and then came out to enjoy the scenery of Hani Rice Terraces.
Yang Qian felt that just standing on the mountain and looking out, the perspective was limited, and the view was not spectacular enough, so he took out a new toy he had just learned recently - a drone, and shot it directly from a high altitude.
The picture on the phone screen amazed Yang Qian. The hillsides that the drones flew over looked like they had been carved out by a giant with an axe. Each layer had a different shape, either big or small, or divided.
They form irregular fields. They are arranged row upon row, shining all over the mountains and plains, gradually laying out the entire picture.
I don’t know if it was due to the heavy rain, but the terraces were filled with water. Under the light of the sky that broke through the hazy fog, it reflected colorful lights, just like the general’s fish scale armor. Both the color and the scale were shocking.
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Yang Qian called his wife to come over in surprise. Yang Xiaozhao heard this and ran over not to be outdone, jumping around on his father's legs, trying to snatch the remote control from his father's hand.
Their loving scene was, of course, recorded by the photographer who was filming their show.
"Okay, let's see!"
Yang Qian smiled, moved his right leg back, and squatted down so that his daughter could see.
"So beautiful!"
Yang Xiaozhao held his father's wrist tightly with his small hands, blinked his big eyes, and admired while looking at it.
Her vocabulary is still a little short, and she can only talk about whether she is beautiful or not, and whether she looks good or not.
"Well, this angle is indeed more beautiful than what we see here. It has a bird's-eye view, and the range of sight is also very large."
Dai Yuni agreed with a smile.
"Rain is a good thing. Look at the mist in the mountains. Doesn't it feel like you're in a fairyland?"
Yang Qian deliberately rotated the camera slowly to let them see the beautiful scenery of the terraced fields moving through the mist.
"This perfectly suits your purpose! Let my sister see the majestic mountains and rivers of the motherland with her own eyes!"
Dai Yuni smiled and patted his shoulder.
"Yes, this is the biggest purpose of our trip. They say that reading thousands of books means traveling thousands of miles. What you read on paper will always be shallow, but you have to see it in person to feel more real and to experience it more profoundly. Yes.
Right? Zhaozhao, do you think the mountains and rivers we have traveled through during our trip are beautiful?"
Yang Qian asked his daughter with a smile.
"nice."
Yang Xiaozhao blinked her big eyes. She couldn't quite understand everything her father said before, but she still nodded seriously at the following question.
"So this is our motherland, our beautiful and great motherland. We must love her and protect her, right?"
Yang Qian pointed to the criss-crossing and colorful Hani terraces on the screen and said to his daughter.
"Daddy, our motherland is China."
Yang Xiaozhao is not always able to keep up with her father's problems, especially when her ideas are wild and she suddenly pops up a knowledge point she learned in kindergarten.
"Yes, our motherland is China!"
Yang Qian smiled and nodded.
"This is a beautiful motherland, where I grew up."
She was still excited. She put her little hands on her father's shoulders and started singing on tiptoe.
Yang Qian and Dai Yuni were both stunned for a moment, then looked at each other and smiled.
These are the lyrics from "My Motherland". Yang Qian has never taught her before. But when he was in Guizhou Province, Yang Qian taught local primary school students to sing this song. I guess Yang Xiaozhao heard her brothers and sisters sing it.
I also learned a few sentences myself.
Although Yang Qian has never taught her any knowledge related to music theory, I don’t know if she has received Yang Qian’s “transformed” absolute musical inheritance. She can sing with no problem with the rhythm and intonation.
And Yang Xiaozhao's childish voice is actually better to listen to. It is crisp and sweet, with a milky voice that makes anyone who hears it feel like their ears are going to swell.
Unfortunately, she only sang two lines.
“Papa’s song!”
After Yang Xiaozhao finished singing, he added a sentence himself.
The little girl's eyes were very sincere, as if others didn't know and she had to explain it specifically.
"Ha ha!"
Not to mention Yang Qian and Dai Yuni, the staff of several Mango TV stations nearby all smiled.
Yang Qian did not arrange a live broadcast today, because in order to watch the sunset in the evening and admire the golden terraces under the golden light of the setting sun, they decided to live in the mountains and did not go back to the city. It was difficult to organize students to teach on site.
However, the filming of the program has not stopped, and life in the mountains is also colorful!
First, the village where they camped prepared a grand banquet for them, including yellow and purple glutinous rice dyed with flowers and plants, Hani glass meat, stewed eel, steamed terraced fish and other specialties.
Both eels and terraced fish are raised in terraced fields, so they taste more flavorful when combined with the terraced fields you see during the day.
Then there’s the cabaret show!
With the rise of short video platforms, more young people now choose to stay in their hometowns. Some bring goods to their hometowns, while others sing and dance to show their national style and attract more tourists to their hometowns.
Therefore, young people from several nearby villages came over. Some of them sang, some danced, and some even put on national costumes and performed the drum dance, which is a sacrificial dance of the Hani people. I heard that Yang Qian
When we arrived, there were TV stations following us. Everyone showed off their special skills and tried their best to show themselves well.
There were too many young people performing, and they made this banquet a more lively event than a traditional festival.
Yang Qian was almost useless. He, Dai Yuni and Yang Xiaozhao had enough to eat and drink, and watched the performance for a long time.
Of course Yang Xiaozhao was very happy. She was feasting her eyes. It was the first time she saw such beautiful ethnic costumes. She even pulled her father beside her and said, "Daddy, can you also buy me such a beautiful skirt?"
But where can dad buy skirts? Mom usually buys all kinds of skirts for her.
"Okay, daddy will help you ask later to see if any mother-in-law can help you make a Hani skirt."
Yang Qian still agreed.
"Teacher Yang, Teacher Yang!"
Finally, the voice of young people rang out. They had been performing for so long and wanted to hear their idol Yang Qian sing.