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白马·昼
 
作者:牛恒立  发布时间: 2015-07-31 10:02:45
 
 

  岷山深处,白马河谷。


  山寨,榻板房,燕麦架,时光在这里仿佛停在了远古。


  溪水潺潺,林木青翠,野花遍地,这里远离喧嚣。火圈舞,番鞋,五彩服,沙嘎帽,咂杆酒,这里恍若隔世。这里生活着一个独特的民族,他们崇拜日月山川、风雨雷电、万物生灵,他们是古氐族的后裔,他们就是白马人。


  “池哥昼”、“麻昼”、“阿里改昼”、“甘昼”、“秋昼”,这些看似陌生的词语,却是白马人的精神图腾,驱邪逐鬼,祈祷安宁,它们承载着白马人的先祖信仰。“昼”,白马语“舞蹈”的意思。白马人没有文字,这些原始古朴的礼仪通过口授身传传承了下来。


  白马人,面具,粗犷又优雅的舞蹈,还有传唱了千年的敬酒歌谣——仿佛天籁,和风一起飘吟在山谷……于是,他们,还有我,进入了白马人的神性境地。相机,本是因着记录风情而来,记录他们叙说的先祖苦难与绵延的故事。可是,这一切,却让我在梦境般的游走中,冻结一个又一个时间与空间的片段——它们不再叙说,也无法连续,它们成了我心中白马人的精神的记忆切片。


  一年又一年,离开,回来,又离开……


  歌谣,还在耳边吟唱


  大雪,漫天飞舞


  脚步,渐行渐远


  山在那里,树在那里,路在那里


  心,也留在了那里


  Baima • Zhou


  Minshan deep, Baima Valley.


  Cottage, board room , oats frame, where time seems to stop at the ancient.


  Gurgling streams, forest green, wildflower, away from the hustle and bustle here. Ring of Fire dance, Fan shoes, colorful clothes, Shagari cap, Suck wine, where introspective. Here live a unique nation, they worship the sun , moon and mountains, thunder and lightning storm, all creatures. They are descendants of the ancient Dizu, they are the Baima.


  "Chige Zhou," "Ma Zhou," "Ali Gai Zhou ", "Gan Zhou ", "Qiu Zhou ", these words may seem strange, but it is the human spirit totem of Baima, get rid of Fiend, pray peace, they Baima carrying human ancestors faith. "Zhou", Baima language "dance" means. Baima people no text, the original ancient ritual body pass through dictation handed down.


  Baima people, masks, rough and elegant dance, as well as songs of toast sung for a thousand years -- as if the sounds of nature,with wind floating together in the valley ...... So they, and I, entered the Baima, the God of the situation. Camera, this is due to the recording style from, record ancestors suffering and stretch their narrative of the story. However, all this made me in a dream-like walk in, one after another freeze time and space segment -- they no longer narrative, but also unable to continue, they became my heart the memory of the human spirit Baima slice.


  Year after year, leave, come back, and leave ......


  Songs, still in my ears singing


  Snow, flying


  Pace, lopsided


  Hill where, the tree where ,the road where


  Heart, but also to stay in there

 
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