The mountains are vast and snowy, and there is a mysterious ancient road hovering in the alpine valley of Hengduan Mountains in the southeast of Qinghai-Tibet Plateau since the Tang and Song Dynasties. This is the highest road of cultural communication in the world-the Yunnan-Tibet Tea Horse Ancient Road.

For thousands of years, from Pu 'er to India, the one-way journey is thousands of kilometers. The road is dangerous, which often consumes the heroic spirit. It is difficult to cross the mountain, which makes the heart of a strong man cold.

There are caravans on the ancient road, ranging from more than 100 horses to more than 30 horses. Every horse is beautifully dressed, with a colorful-edged mask on its forehead, showing only its eyes and nose; There is also a small round mirror embedded in the forehead, which shines in the sun; The bright red tassels tied around the horse's neck are swaying. Walking at the head, called "Toumule", is the leader of the pack team. There are two flags on the head and neck, one is apricot yellow flag, and two brocade chicken feathers are inserted on the flag, which means that the future is bright and the apprentice is successful. On the other side is the flag of the caravan, which is the flag that distinguishes one caravan from another. The name of the owner of the caravan is written on the flag.

The whole caravan, only the first mule, hangs a particularly big bell on his chest, which is called "Mountain Bell". The rest horses hang small bells. Generally, the caravan only uses the female mule as the first mule. The female mule is sensitive, sensible and alert, and can know where there is danger, while the male mule is too reckless to be the leader.

Not all female mules can become head mules. A newborn female mule has a mountain bell tied around each neck. After one year, it is chosen as the head mule to see which neck bell can make a sound. The bell is hollow and will not make a sound under normal circumstances. It needs the friction of the horse's chest to make a sound. If it can make a sound, it proves that it is muscular. The one with the farthest sound, as the first mule, is the second, as the tail horse of the caravan, and it is also the substitute for the first mule after the accident.

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Thousands of kilometers of Yunnan-Tibet tea-horse ancient road, with many nationalities and rampant bandits.

In the middle of the Ming Dynasty, there was a Tibetan family with six brothers. Because of the oppression of Tusi, they became an outlaw. They robbed the passing caravans between Deqin, Chayu and Zuogong, only robbing the property, but not hurting people's lives. The brothers were not born villains. After being bandits, they only took one-third of the property and did not kill the goose that lays the golden egg.

As time went by, more and more people who had no way out joined in. Han people, Tibetans, Naxi people and Bai people all had members, and they developed slowly. They no longer engaged in robbery. In the past, businessmen took the initiative to pay protection fees, drawing one every Friday, and did not take it until they were sold back. They became friends with the caravan. Later, they treated the caravan, provided a rest place, and maintained the horseshoe nails, but the business did it.

A few years later, it finally caught the attention of the toast. Several big leaders formed an alliance and seized the old nest in the jungle. After fierce fighting, all of them were wiped out. Only the fourth one fell off the cliff after being hit by a shotgun and hung on the branches. The bell at his waist made a sound, which was discovered by a monk who went to the mountains to collect medicine, and finally he died.

Old four kept himself healthy, but he dared not appear. He could only continue to make a living in the mountains and began to build bells and sell them to the caravan in the past. The caravan knew his identity, pitied his sufferings and took care of his life.

After numerous transformations, the "Mountain Bell" finally resounded on the ancient tea-horse road.

The ancient road is dangerous, and many roads are extremely narrow. It's semi-Yamanoe. Below it is a cliff, and the sky is blue. Only one horse can pass. In order to avoid the returning caravan, the mountain bell will make a sound. If you hear the sound on one side, you will move on. When you ring a bell, you will see the thought of the caravan-tolerance and comity. In other special circumstances, the caravan stewards use the bell to command the cavalry. The sound is long and short, urgent, fast and slow, and different bells represent different meanings. Every mule and horse will respond accordingly when they hear the bell, either stopping, walking or letting …

Only this special bell can send out a signal that penetrates the mountain bell.

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Longjidawa 19 17 was born in Jiantang, Xiang County, Yunnan Province. He didn't know what music was, but that didn't prevent him from making a mountain bell that resounded through the sky.

His ancestors, is the fourth bandit.

Since childhood, I have studied bell making with my father, and since mining, I have always maintained the refining technology of my ancestors hundreds of years ago, and the smelting temperature is by no means sloppy. The ratio of red copper to snow silver has remained unchanged for thousands of years.

From forging to carving, every step, handmade, Longjidawa is like holding a sacred sacrifice, with no distractions and monotonous cycle.

After a hundred beats, it becomes heavy, then it becomes lighter, then it is repaired, and then it beats to the left, and the next one beats to the right less. Every time he beats, he listens carefully to the sound, so that there will be no deviation in the tone, which ensures the purity of the ringtone.

Then to the carving of words outside, this inexperienced person, when he saw the sky blue, recorded it on the bell with words; Think of the beloved girl, but also engraved in words; Holy spirit of ancestors, can you sing in heaven? Longjidawa is blessing the bell. The most amazing passage means "Happiness is the eagle soaring in the sky", which is the best expression about life, faith, freedom and happiness. It is simple to the extreme, but it contains the most authentic philosophical words.

Every bell doesn't have the same sound, or it is low or high, just because there are different words on the top of each bell, which is the different mood when Longjidawa was made, blessing, missing, gratitude, remembering, praying and singing ...

None of the bells cast in his life are exactly the same. He has never stepped out of the mountains, and his heart is as pure as an endless sky. The bell cast through the mountains is so holy, and it rings with the years of heaven and earth on the vast plateau.

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Wang Xiao is a native of Changchun, Jilin Province. In 1998, he was a civil servant of the tax authorities. During the annual leave, he took a trip to Lijiang, Yunnan Province with 70,000 yuan saved for many years. A few days later, he went to Xiangxian, Shangri-La in American Hilton's Lost Horizon, and went under the snow-capped mountain, sighing its mystery and feeling majestic. He met several Swedish overseas Chinese mountaineering enthusiasts and invited him to climb the mountain together.

When something happened, he nodded, and from then on, he moved on to another life.

Starting from Kawabo Peak in Meili Snow Mountain, he was crazy about the road to explore the snow mountain. Five months later, he spent all his savings before remembering the work of the company. No accident, the result was early dismissal.

Money was not enough for the trip back to the north. He walked aimlessly and was tired. He heard a voice from his soul-it was Longjidawa casting a bell.

Wang Xiao asked Longjidawa for water to drink, but the other party didn't make any noise. He turned around and handed it up. Wang Xiao asked again: Is there anything to eat? Longjidawa still didn't answer, entered the room and took out the baked potatoes.

Wang Xiao, who has nowhere to live, lived in Longjidawa's home with 300 yuan. What should I do if there is no money? He helped to cast bells in exchange for some wages, but Longjidawa didn't agree, just drinking with him every day and not saying anything.

A month later, Wang Xiao took out the last 500 and asked to stay for another two months. The other party gave him a look, accepted the money, put it on the table and continued to strike while the iron was hot.

One day in the third month, a ceremony was held to open the furnace. When the bell rang, he couldn't help kneeling down. Longjidawa looked at him for a long time-cast copper with me tomorrow.

Half a year later, Wang Xiao borrowed dozens of mountain bells on credit with his master, and borrowed several hundred yuan from him. In the county, he opened a shop and sold mountain bells. After half a month of no business, he didn't eat for more than a day. When he was desperate, he met a fellow villager who was visiting. His original intention was just to ask for directions, but he found mountain bells ...

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In the autumn of 20 13, the ancient town of Shuhe, the square street, and the stone road for thousands of years were bright and shining. In the crowd, I heard an ethereal sound, which turned low and graceful, melodious and vicissitudes.

Following the sound, I found the shopkeeper Wang Xiao in a remote alley, and then I knew what the sound of nature was.

When it comes to Longjidawa, Wang Xiao will put his hands together, which is a bow or a worship. After many years, he still dared not cast a bell, not because he couldn't, but because he didn't dare to ruin a culture without kung fu.

In 2009, Longjidawa died, and his son is still casting bells, but he kept his house closed. After casting, he kept throwing them into the boiler to melt. The sound didn't reach his soul, and he didn't dare to let guests into the house. Because the sound of the bell through the mountain didn't make him cry, he didn't dare to go out of the market and couldn't impress himself. He felt that he was disrespectful to his ancestors.

What kind of persistent belief should this be? Sharing these stories with you is a piety to history and life. There are too many legends about the bell passing through the mountains for thousands of years. Every stone slab of the ancient tea-horse road has been trampled into a story by past mules and horses.

In a section of Deqin County on the ancient tea-horse road, there is a natural moat, and the road hangs between cliffs. Pick up a branch and rub it around the bell. Be gentle with your hands, be calm with your heart, and be sincere. Otherwise, you won't be able to rub your voice, you don't need to hit it, grind it carefully, and the voice begins to appear. Slowly, gradually, it becomes more and more obvious. Later, it resounds through heaven and earth, and it has reached the realm. There is no joy of guitar, which is by no means a joyous song of the world. The bell through the mountains is the echo of history, but its simple tone, like Hong Zhong Dalu, is as clean as ever, crossing mountains and rivers, crossing the sky, singing with the wind, and playing a profound and heavy note of history.