Hanni's funeral is a legend

there is a practice among the hani people to hold a solemn “mooze” funeral for elderly men and women with children and grandchildren who die.

when the old man died, he sounded three cannons and reported the information to the four villages.

after bathing the deceased and changing his clothes, each day, at dusk, the same-born or close-relationship women were crouched around the dead with their hands on the chin “migraway”.

“michael” is a traditional song that hani women sing in the wake of the dead, crying with their voice, sad and sad words, hymn and fun.

sing a few words and a hum, like old people's long cough.

it is said that this hymn could have filled the heart of the deceased with the whole heart of the heart of the heart, otherwise the tears would have been exhausted.

in the days leading up to the funeral, all the men, women and children who lost their homes took off their hats, did not comb their hair, did not cut their hair, were dressed in indecent clothes, and the spouses had different rooms, expressing their grief at the loss.

on the day of the funeral, relatives and friends from the outside village gathered many men and women to mourn.

at least five or six cows will be slaughtered by the bereaved families, with the exception of a small amount of beef distributed to relatives and friends of the village, the rest of them will be cooked in the village square.

on the occasion of the funeral, the family invited the deceased ' s uncle to dig a big hole in the back of the hill wall.

the family members, men, women and children and close relatives were then killed, carrying a coffin with a corpse in it, singing a sad tuning song, quenching, passing through a wall hole, lifting it out and putting it under the back of the house.

then the wise bemma stood near the funeral, singing an old song, and chopping it down to the ground with a barrel of bamboo with five grains, shells and silver; and it made the sound of his langalang, and it was the sound of it that accompanied it.

at the same time, the people of the village, men, women, children and those from the outer villages, are dressed in gorgeous clothes.

some ride high-headed horses dressed in green and green, others paired with men and women, swaying with fans and jumping around their houses.

the sound of the cannons continued, with the loud sound of the trumpet, the banging of the drums, some of the tears, some of the laughs, some of the laughs, some of the noises, all the noises of the earth, saying that there were others until the dead were lifted out of the door.

at that time, all the pot bowls in moo's house were shaking and shaking.

there is an ancient legend in the hani people of moyen.

the legend is that, when the heavens and the earth were just opened, there was only a woman named ama, who had no one to help her family, and who ate the fruits of the mountains and the trees.

one day, she was tired of picking wild fruit, sitting under the shade and taking a cold and a comforting nap, and felt like she was blowing a clear wind and beating a cold.

it is strange to say that this magical breeze impregnated the woman's stomach, feet, thighs, wrists, toes and fingers.

nine months later, the woman was born with 77 species of flying animals and people.

i don't know.

every one of them ran away.

the eldest son was a tiger, screaming, running into the woods; the second son was the wind, crying outI don't know where to go; three are humans, and they're far away; the four sons are dragons, and when they look at Grandma, they swim deep into the river.

Leave a poor woman alone in difficult times.

Year after year, day after day, my mother grew old, and was left unattended, with willows full of vines and barks to make a cold coat; she could not climb trees to collect fruit, and she used wild mountain medicine as food.

One summer at noon, there was no cloud in the sky, and the hot sun was shining on the earth, and my mother was eating her medicine in the mountains.

All of a sudden, there's a chorus, a flower-necked tiger.

Grandma was so surprised, she looked like a tiger, and she said, "I'm your mother.

Do you want to eat too?" "Mama, I'm a meat eater and blood drinker.

Don't come to the mountainside.

Go away." She was very sad and wanted someone to take care of her, but she couldn't find her, so she came to a place where she couldn't find her, screaming, "Mom, I'm invisible, I have no heart, I can't take care of you.

Please go and ask for help elsewhere." My mother left the rock, sad, and came to the sea to cry for help to the dragon.

When he heard her cry for help, he rushed to the coast and said to her, "Ama, you're so pathetic, but I'm the dragon of the river and I can't take care of you!" "I've given birth to so many sons, and all I have to do is die." Grandma cried and said: The Dragon listened to her sad statement and said, "Mother, don't be sad, I'll bring you up in the palace as long as you're used to it." And the dragon stopped and said, "There's a lot of mud in the Dragon Palace, yellow and yellow, my guard.

You don't have to be afraid.

The dragons carried her to the palace.

Just walked into the door and Mom saw a bunch of snakes of different shapes, big and small, with their teeth on their mouths, screaming and jumping.

I'm afraid I won't stay at the Dragon Palace.

The day after dawn, my mother whispered to the dragon: “Lone, this place is not used to.

How terrible are the snakes with their mouths open at those times and I'm going back”.

My mother was scared and saw the mud and yellow as a terrible snake.

Since Grandma's going back, it's hard to keep her.

When he left, the dragon gave her a pack of gifts and a pair of drums and said, “Mom, this bag is a grain of seed, and you bring it back to the hillside and it'll be all right.

Remember, you can't just open it on the road." The dragon went on to say, "Mom, when you're going to die, let someone ring the drums.

I'll see you when the drum rings."。