desolate!
The process of walking marriage is devoid of a thousand people carrying loads to escort the bride, nor the lively celebration of the entire village welcoming her.
There were only three people.
The bride's father and uncle personally escorted her to her husband's home.
Three people!
Hiking over mountains and valleys!
Along the way, the father carried dozens of kilograms of coarse grains on his back and held a torch to lead the way.
The uncle followed behind, carrying a bundle of firewood and two baskets of the simplest dowry.
Along the way, the bride cannot cry, laugh, or speak to her father or uncles.
them--
The torches never go out, and our steps never stop.
The torch is passed down from generation to generation, and life continues endlessly.
But--
Aside from her hair accessories, the rest of the bride's attire...
Simple Miao clothing, straw sandals on their feet --
She walked with her head bowed between her father and uncle; this scene was truly moving at first glance.
My heart aches, my soul is broken!
How lonely and desolate that must be!
Yes, often it takes several days and nights to travel.
The torch held by the person clearing the way symbolizes the continuation of the family line.
But is this a newlywed couple?
The straw sandals on the girl's feet, though a common custom, what is the source of joy?
At this moment, Ah Chen's heart was truly restless. Even though this was a part of their Miao wedding customs, it was still...
Who could feel good about seeing this!
Because of his distress, Amo could better sense the emotional changes in Miao Lang beside her.
"Ah Chen, they've gone far away! Don't look anymore," Ah Mo called softly.
Ah Chen turned his head slightly and said calmly, "In our Miao region, the flame of civilization is passed down!"
"It's not good if one person or one village lives well; it's truly good when the entire branch or even the whole Miao ethnic group lives well!"
"But it's so difficult!"
As soon as the voice faded, Ah Chen followed.
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