Colorful years

Night quietly fell, but the noise on the threshing ground did not diminish in the slightest; on the contrary, it added to the lively atmosphere.

The villagers lit their lanterns and torches, and the brilliant light illuminated the entire threshing ground as if it were daytime, bright and warm.

They continued to immerse themselves in various folk activities, fully enjoying this rare festive atmosphere, their faces beaming with happiness and joy.

On this quiet night, with the moon shining like water, a melodious Tujia folk song, "Sister Yang Si," suddenly broke the stillness of the night sky like heavenly music.

The beautiful and moving melody, light and graceful, was like a fairy dancing in the air, slowly drifting towards the distant horizon.

The singer, dressed in traditional Tujia clothing, possessed a graceful and elegant figure, like a fairy stepping out of a painting. Her voice was clear and melodious, like a nightingale singing in a valley, sweet and enchanting.

The lyrics sing with deep emotion: "Sister Yang Si is here, so beautiful, like a fairy descended from heaven." Her singing is delicate and nuanced, vividly portraying Sister Yang Si's beauty and gentleness, captivating the audience.

During the performance, the singer's eyes revealed deep emotions, as if she were Yang Sijie from the song, pouring out her tender feelings to her beloved.

Her voice was sometimes high-pitched and passionate, like the wind on a mountaintop; at other times it was melodious and gentle, like a babbling brook, moving people deeply.

The song echoed in the night sky, like a clear spring flowing into everyone's heart, allowing people to deeply feel the unique charm and flavor of Tujia love songs.

The girl who took the stage to sing was the most beautiful girl in the brigade, named Yin Meijuan. She was stunningly beautiful, with a face as delicate as a peach blossom, eyebrows as dark as distant mountains, eyes as gentle as autumn water, cherry lips naturally red, and skin as white as snow. She was like a fairy descended to earth, leaving everyone amazed.

What's even more striking is her magnificent traditional festival attire. The vibrant colors and exquisite embroidery accentuate her graceful figure and captivating charm, making her resemble a blooming ethnic flower.

Behind this Tujia girl, eight young women, also dressed in ethnic costumes, followed as backup dancers.

Each of them had a graceful figure, and their dance steps were light and agile. They coordinated perfectly with the lead dancer, and together they presented this grand feast of ethnic customs.

When Yin Meijuan began to sing, her clear and melodious voice was like a clear spring flowing in the mountains, pure and sweet, making people feel relaxed and happy.

Every note seemed to be given life, leaping and dancing, reaching the softest corner of people's hearts and touching everyone's heartstrings.

The audience was completely captivated by the exquisite singing. Some closed their eyes slightly, listening quietly to the heavenly voice; others swayed gently to the rhythm, lost in the ocean of music, their faces beaming with happiness and bliss.

The song ended, and the lingering sound lingered.

Thunderous applause and cheers erupted from the audience and lasted for a long time. People praised the Tujia girl's wonderful performance and showered her with compliments.

"The man gazes out from the high mountain, the woman washes clothes in the river. Lost in thought while listening to the man sing, she strikes her washing stick on the rock slab."

Just as Yin Meijuan's melodious and heavenly voice faded away, another passionate and energetic song, "The Hammer on the Rock Slab," ripped through the night sky like a bright and clear lightning bolt, quickly reaching the ears of everyone present.

Everyone turned to look in the direction of the sound, and saw that Congcong had been deeply moved by the beautiful singing, and his emotions were surging out like a volcano.

He was like a shooting star that suddenly burst into flames, pushing through the crowd without hesitation and striding forward.

When he stood before the crowd, his face radiated confidence and joy. He opened his mouth and, with his clear and magnetic voice, began to sing this classic love song, passed down through generations of the Tujia people and enduring through the ages.

As Congcong's beautiful singing voice filled the air, the atmosphere at the scene was instantly ignited.

The Tujia young men and women, who were initially a little reserved, gradually let go of their shyness and reserve and joined in the singing frenzy.

They went in pairs or small groups, using songs to convey their pure and passionate love.

In an instant, the entire venue was immersed in a sea of ​​joy, romance, and ethnic charm, with everyone's face beaming with happiness and joy.