I believe that the word Miao is very strange to everyone. Today, let's get close to it and get to know it!
The Miao nationality has a population of more than 7.4 million, which is distributed in Guizhou, Hunan, Yunnan, Hubei, Hainan, Guangxi and other places. Miao people live in a mild climate, surrounded by mountains and rivers, with large and small dams dotted in the mountains, giving people a peaceful atmosphere.
Miao people believe in animism and worship nature. They have various primitive religious forms such as nature worship, totem worship and ancestor worship, while the traditional Miao society is superstitious about ghosts and gods and witchcraft. Miao people regard some strange natural scenery as the embodiment of spirituality, and when they meet it, they will pay homage. Most of them believe in Christianity and Catholicism, and few believe in Buddhism and Taoism.
Miao people also believe that there are ghosts and gods in the world. They think there are two kinds of ghosts. One kind is good ghosts, that is, gods, which will bring happiness and good luck to people. The other is evil spirits, who believe that the resentment of dead people or animals will bring bad luck and disaster. In some places, Miao people regard Pan Hu (a kind of god dog) or maple as ancestors and worship them as ancestors. Isn't that interesting?
Their diet is also very interesting. Rice is the staple food for three meals a day, and stir-fried Baba is the most common food, wrapped in fresh meat or sauerkraut, which is extremely delicious. Miao people also like to eat hot and sour food. Their typical foods are: blood soup, Chili bone, Miaoxiang Guifeng soup, noodles and vegetables, insect tea, scented tea, fish paste, fish in sour soup and so on.
After introducing the diet, it is necessary to introduce the clothes. In Miao nationality, men, women and children love silver ornaments. There are also many kinds of silver ornaments: silver crowns, silver horns, silver ribbons and small silver pendants.
This is the Miao nationality, a unique nation. Are you familiar with my introduction?
There is a story in Australia. There is a boy named Dan. One day, he went up the mountain to cut firewood alone, but on his way back, he was bitten by a poisonous snake. So he cut off his toes with a wood cutter and walked back to the village with severe pain, finally saving his life. This is giving up and cherishing: giving up my toes, but coming back to life. Life is precious, but love is more expensive. If you are free, you can throw them away. Life and love are precious and worth cherishing, but freedom is more valuable than both. "If you are free, you can throw both." What kind of atmosphere is revealed! "Rounding" is a mathematical method that primary school students can handle. I won't tell you the steps. Everyone knows that "take the small and take the big." Similarly, in life, you must weigh the size of things, weigh the pros and cons, and then make a decision. I said above, "Little boy Dan loves his life, so he gave up his toes and got his whole life." The soldiers who fought the flood in 1998, because they cherished national security, resolutely abandoned their small families and put the country in their hearts. During the SARS period in 2002, countless angels in white devoted themselves to the fight against SARS, but gave up their own safety because they cherished the lives of patients! "Cherish" and "abandon" seem to be contradictory, just like the back and blade of a knife-they will never meet. But they are complementary. In many commercial movies or novels, there will be such a plot: the hero and heroine who love each other deeply always run away from one side because of terminal illness. When a terminally ill hero leaves, he always says silently in his heart, "Because I love you, I choose to leave you. Don't they love each other? No, on the contrary, because they love and cherish each other, they will abandon each other-they don't want the people they love to know that they are going to die, but they would rather believe that they are ruthless and cold-blooded animals. Although it's not like this. It is life that forces you to escape. Life is such a great magician. He let us constantly know new things and learn to cherish them, but at the sweetest time, he forced us to give up those precious things. But time is the best doctor. He healed the wounds in everyone's heart. Giving up is beautiful, so is cherishing. Although many times we are reluctant to give up, please remember that every time we give up, we will get something more worth cherishing.
A pity.
In my childhood, I had many regrets, some of which I can't remember clearly. But there is only one thing that I still remember and feel guilty about. I remember that I was six years old that year. One day, my parents and I went back to our hometown to visit my grandmother. I went to play with the children in the village as soon as I got home. I brought Ma Xiaohu, Dog Leftover and Zhu Tiehe Guangshan. We discussed what game to play. The dog said, "Fight!" Everyone shook their heads. Tiezhu said, "Hide and seek!" "Everyone shook his head again. At this moment, furtive Ma Xiaohu spoke: "Hey, do you want to eat pears? "As soon as they heard that they were eating pears, they immediately got excited:" Yes! " He said calmly, "Today, I saw Uncle Wang, who is guarding the vegetable garden, selling a large pear in a plastic bag, which may be put in the shed of his vegetable garden. While he is away, let's share it with you. " Hearing this, their saliva would have flowed out, and they agreed to Ma Xiaohu's proposal. So, I started a secret operation of "stealing pears" with them in a daze. We bypassed the pond outside the village and came to Uncle Wang's vegetable garden. The vegetable garden was surrounded by a circle of high earth walls, only a small door made of fence was opened, and an iron lock was hung on the door. This means that Uncle Wang is not here. At this moment, Ma Xiaohu led us around the fence of the vegetable garden and stopped at the gap of the fence. Ma Xiaohu said, "Xiao Bin, you and I are fighting on the first line, watching the wind in the mountains and tying dogs to the posts. "When everything is arranged, we will start to act. Ma Xiaohu and I pulled open the fence in the gap and sneaked into the vegetable garden. Ma Xiaohu was still clever. He saw two big bamboo baskets with vegetables under the fence. Each of us had a cover on our heads and squatted forward slowly. I'm worried and curious, and I feel like a little scout in the movie. Slowly, we have approached the shed where Uncle Wang sleeps. This shed is made of several reeds, saddle-shaped, with running water on both sides. Ma Xiaohu and I looked around and found no one around, so we crept in. Ah! Sure enough, there is a bag of big pears on Uncle Wang's bed. I counted eight * * *. I put two in my arms. Ma Xiaohu stuffed his clothes for a long time, only three of them could be taken away. There are three more. What shall we do? Ma Xiaohu whistled. Soon, Zalie and the dog ran in. We each took two and just finished eating. We were about to get out of the shed when Ma Xiaohu said, "Wait a minute! "I saw him put down the two pears in his hand, took out the plastic bag and put some big clods in it. We were about to retreat when we heard three dogs barking. This is the signal given to us by the lookout Guang Shan. Uncle Wang must have come back. We were impatient for a while and thought, "This is over. If Uncle Wang catches us, our ass will blossom!" " "In a hurry, I suddenly found a pile of firewood not far from the shed. I had a brainwave and quickly pulled down the bolt and dog residue and buried them in the haystack. Ma Xiaohu and I crouched beside the firewood pile with bamboo baskets. We held our breath and watched Uncle Wang open Chai Men and step by step approached the shed, with his heart beating like he was about to jump out of his chest. At this time, Uncle Wang has come to the hut. He looked into the shed and squatted outside to smoke. After smoking, he tapped the hookah twice on the sole, shouldered the hoe leaning against the shed, and slowly walked out of the vegetable garden. After Uncle Wang left, I quickly threw away the bamboo basket, pulled out the tied bar and dog residue from the woodpile, and four people ran out of the vegetable field. Running out of the vegetable garden, we ran into a small forest. Everyone took a big pear and gulped it down. I ate a small piece, and I couldn't eat any more. They shared the rest. After eating pears, we played in the Woods for a while. When he came home, Ma Xiaohu said, "We are all good friends. No one is allowed to talk about it today. If anyone says that, we will never play with him again! " After that, several of us also pulled up the hook together to ensure that no one would say anything about today. The next day, I was doing my homework and listening to grandma and mom talking in the kitchen. Grandma said, "Alas! There are too many thieves now. They steal everything. Wang Laohan's wife, who is looking at the vegetable garden, is in hospital and wants to eat pears. Old people scrimp and save. He just bought two Jin of pears yesterday and wanted to see his wife, but in the blink of an eye, the pears were gone. People stole pears and put a plastic bag of clods in the shed of the vegetable garden. Do you think these people are hateful? " After listening to grandma's words, my brain seems to explode, and I really regret it. How can we do such a ridiculous thing? But because I have an agreement with Xiaohu and others, I may have made a promise, so I never said anything about it. Several years have passed, and I have become a big boy. But I regret it every time I think about it. Maybe, he will make me regret it for the rest of my life.
Four articles, choose by yourself ~ ~
The story of me and this book
From the first time I saw her, I had an inexplicable feeling in my heart: "She is my destiny takes a hand." In the following days, I tried my best to get close to her and try to understand her. Before long, I gradually realized that I had fallen in love with her deeply. Maybe she was tired of the bitter and tasteless ABC, or maybe she asked her out again and again to escape the suffocating x+y, and walked into a strange and refreshing world from her fragrant title page. Not for "the book has its own golden house", not for "the book has its own Yan Ruyu", not for utility, not for achievements, not for diplomas, not for academic qualifications, only for the desire in the heart, only for the pleasant "green space" in the heart. Her knowledge is so extensive and her words are so philosophical; Her eyes are so warm, as if they can melt all the frozen hearts in the world, and her hands are so gentle, as if they can heal all the wounds in the world ... When I am painfully confused because of failure, she always says to me: "The real light is not that there will never be darkness, but that it will never be covered by darkness; Real heroes are not always without humble sentiments, but are not influenced by humble sentiments; To defeat foreign enemies, we must first defeat internal enemies. You don't have to be afraid of stumbling, just constantly extricate yourself and constantly update. " When I am dancing because of my small achievements, she will always say to me, "There are days outside, there are people outside, and the strong are always strong." A truly strong person must not only stand the test of failure, but also stand the baptism of sugar-coated shells after success. When you are immersed in the sweetness of happiness, you are afraid that others have reached the peak. " When I can't extricate myself because of "slight confusion", she always says to me: "People will meet many people in their life, some are meteors and some are stars. Meteors are beautiful, but they are meteors after all. The significance of a meteor lies in its fleeting moment, and the beauty of a meteor only comes from a moment. After all, meteors are meteors. If you pursue for a long time, you can only wait for your own star and cling to the beauty of this moment. The only thing that hurts is yourself. " When I hesitate, she will send such a poem: "I am confident that my life is two hundred years, and I am a water hammer of three thousand miles"; "One day, I will ride the wind and waves, sail straight up and cross the deep sea"; "I smile at the sky with a horizontal knife, and I will stay in two Kunlun mountains" ... yes! This is her, whether it is the impetuous heat wave outside the shade or the cold wind outside the window, as long as she is with her, she will create a coolness in the heat wave and show a warmth in the cold. She is this book, and this is the story of me and this book.
The story of me and this book
Looking back now, the first book I came across by chance has begun to fade. Although there are countless books that have passed through my hands in recent years, there is no such charm as "360 Nights".
Compared with the previous chapter of the book
Grade one-only two shabby, unknown books to accompany;
Grade two-all kinds of small picture books and "contemporary pupils" and the like;
Third grade-after reading Nemesis for the first time, I felt it was a long story. I adored the heroine, White Horse Om.
Fourth grade-I read some stories, a set of 900 Tang poems, The Journey to the West, Travel Notes to the East and Travel Notes to the North.
Grade 5-16 robot cat, 3 dragon balls and Versailles roses, as well as Jane Eyre and Muslim funeral.
Fifth grade summer vacation-rereading the books I have read before. On my father's bookshelf, I read many issues of Talking about the Ancient Times, Biography of Ten Generals, Gong Liu Case and Bai Yutang. This summer vacation, I read a lot of books, because I read quickly. More importantly, I have a strong interest in reading. As long as I have a book in my hand, I have to finish it in one day.
I and the novella of "Book"
I'm in junior high school, and I've heard my sister talk about many terrorist incidents before. I made up my mind to say goodbye to the book forever. However, after entering junior high school, I feel very ordinary. Except for self-study at night, it is no different from primary school. Besides, self-study at night is also self-study. I have a lot of time to borrow from teachers and school libraries, which greatly enriches my brain space. Hemingway's The Old Man and the Sea, Lu Yao's Ordinary World, Mo Bosang's One Day, Zola's Inn, and a whole set of Self-Painting Youth, all of which make me feel ignorant when I read a book, which makes me deeply immersed in the sea of books and I can't remember it anymore.
Me and the second part of the book
I am in the third grade. Although my homework is very tight, I also take the time to study, exchange books with my classmates and buy them myself. (Note: My sister likes books very much, so she called her "book collection" "Sister Bookstore" to borrow it.
Finally, it seems to be a good thing to have a holiday, get ready and go to the library to pick some favorite books!
The story of growing up
I am 1 1 year old. I am a fifth-grade student in Donghai Experimental Primary School. Now I have a happy and warm home. But when I was growing up, I had a "bitter" day.
I came into this world on 1993, 10, 12. It is said that I was not as red and ugly as other children when I was born, but I was born with black hair and big eyes, chubby and beautiful. My parents take care of me like babies. No matter who takes me, my parents always remind me and tell me everything. Never be careless. In order to wish me a good future, my parents named me "Haoyuan", hoping that I will have lofty goals and make a difference in the future.
I heard that when I was very young, my father taught in the town below, and my mother was very busy working in the glass factory. I only stayed with them for a year, and then my grandmother took me back to my hometown. Every rest day, my parents always bring some delicious food to see me. When I see them, I will jump into their arms and refuse to leave, lest they sneak away again. Mom said that every time I left, she would try her best to put me to sleep and then go back. I can't see them when I wake up. I always cry and let my grandmother carry me around looking for my mother. I have lived such a "bitter life" for two years.
Gradually, at the age of kindergarten, I was taken back by my parents. I think that would be great. I can live with my parents, but I didn't expect them to be busy. Father is too busy to take care of home, so I have to take care of my mother. At that time, my mother had a hard time taking me alone and had to work at night. Her off-duty time is not fixed, and sometimes she can pick me up from kindergarten very late. Whenever other children are picked up by their parents, grandparents and I am the only one left in the kindergarten, I feel very bad in my heart and can only stand at the gate of the kindergarten and wait anxiously for my mother. To make matters worse, if my mother works the night shift, I have to sleep at home alone. Seriously, I was scared, but I couldn't help it. I kept asking my mother to wait until I fell asleep, but not long after my mother left, I would wake up with fear, get up and look around the house, and then go back to sleep. I felt so sorry for myself at that time. My parents don't love me anymore, and now it's hard to think of it. But because there are too many opportunities to be alone, my courage is getting bigger and bigger.
One day, my mother suddenly said to me, "Haoyuan, your father has been transferred to work in the county." At that time, don't mention how happy I was, skipping around, thinking that I would never be the last to leave kindergarten this time, and I would never sleep at home alone in fear again. That is, from then on, I really enjoyed my family and felt its warmth.
How time flies! I started primary school. This painful experience has been accompanied by my growth. I also gradually understand fatherly love and maternal love. I must study hard, be a sensible child and repay them with my own actions.
The Story of Running Water On Saturday, March 24th, 2007, I was a fish, just as my mother always said. Yes, because I have a special love for water. I like standing by the stream, watching them pass by me, watching them rise and fall, and feeling the agility of life. I like to touch the running water and feel the freshness of life. I like to listen to the crunching sound of running water hitting the stone, because it is telling a touching story.
Time flies, running water takes me to an isolated building. I saw a thin face on the pavilion. It was Li Yu. He sang sadly, "How sad can you be? Just like a river flowing eastward. " His sad tune echoed in my ears. What a helpless mood it is. The old country is gone, the country is gone, and the dragon chair is gone. Only by carving jade fences can he prove his former glory. So what? Running water took away his sadness, his wealth and his beauty.
Running water brought me to a small courtyard again. I saw a woman leaning in the pavilion. She looked at the scattered flowers in the yard, and the wind blew her face without red makeup. How desolate and helpless it is. "I heard that Shuangxi Spring is still good, and I plan to make a green boat. I'm afraid double happiness can't bear much worry. " She, Li Qingzhao, no longer has the heroic spirit of "living as a hero and dying as a ghost". The running water of the years washed away her spirit, and the hardships of life forced her to put down her pride. "Ask the shutter man, Haitang is still there." "West wind blinds, people are thinner than yellow flowers." "I just frowned, but I still went to my heart." What kind of sadness and loneliness this is.
"Peach Blossom Lake is deep in thousands of feet, not as good as Wang Lun." This is a farewell poem by Li Bai, a great writer, and his good friend Wang Lun. Not far away, I saw two reluctant friends saying goodbye. Thousands of feet Chi, you tell me what true friendship is, which is inseparable, but I hate meeting you very late.
By the river, I heard Su Dongpo's singing, and his heroism washed away the melancholy brought by Li Yu and Yi Anzhu. "Dajiangdong, go to the waves and be a romantic figure through the ages." In the waves, what I saw was Su Shi's leisurely mood. What kind of mentality is this? With respect for the ancients, it may be telling me that no matter what setbacks you encounter, you can't lose hope in life.
I still have running water in my hand. Running water has told me so many stories just now. It made me see the tenderness of Li Qingzhao and the disappointment of Li Shangyin's "lingering water"; The farewell of Taibai Peach Blossom Lake reminds me of the friendship of "sailing alone, the blue sky is exhausted, and the Yangtze River flows in the sky"; The magnificence of Su Shi's Pan-Red Cliff reminds me of the lofty sentiments of Mao Zedong's "Golden Sands and Clouds Warm House".
Listening to the story of running water reflects the long river of Chinese civilization, and makes me learn to be indomitable and brave in the face of life setbacks.
The landlord chose me ~ ~ ~