(chuǎ m:) What is the legend of Galaha?
You catch one, I catch one, the skin is thawed at the beginning of the spring rain, and the river becomes a stream again.
You catch two, I catch two, the vernal equinox is sunny and busy planting wheat, and Grain Rain plows grain.
You catch three, I catch three, the long summer and the small man are closely linked, and the seedlings are all grown.
You catch four, I catch four, all the cotton-padded clothes are taken off from summer solstice, and the sun is poisonous.
You catch five, I catch five. After beginning of autumn, I will get the heat in summer. After indigo, the knife and sickle move, and it is still warm for thousands of years.
You catch six, I catch six, and the autumnal equinox does not cut grain beans. It is getting colder and colder in the open air, and the first frost is worried about weeds.
You catch up with seven, and I catch up with seven. In early winter, the north wind is tight and the light snow is cold and miserable.
You catch eight, I catch eight, and the solstice in winter is very cold. A slight cold is followed by a heavy cold, and every family sets off firecrackers in the New Year.
Red rope, white rouge powder, happy girl haha laughed.
Look up at the money pier and look down at the chaos in Galahad.
Suddenly there was a loud noise, and the girl stood up in fear.
Don't be afraid, don't jump. It turned out that the money dock hit the copper basin and the money was scattered all over the floor.
Galahad, don't be afraid. If you lose, I will invite you to take a bath. If you win, you can jump a dragon gate for us.
I bowed a thousand times, and I was very happy.
The rich man's eyes are wide open, you are such a smelly thing!
This is a song of Xibe people catching Galaha. Moreover, Xibe people also have a folklore about the origin of grasping Galaha, which reads-
In ancient times, we Xibe people lived on the other side of Daxing 'anling, mainly making a living by hunting and fishing.
Later, the tribe domesticated wild horses, bison and wild sheep, and gradually there were horses, cows and sheep.
With the increase of population and herds, nomadic life gradually began. About 300 years ago, our ancestors began to move eastward-to find richer places. I don't know how many mountains I have climbed, how many rivers I have crossed and how many years I have walked. One day, I came to live in a place with mountains and water. People were tired for a long time. When they didn't get up the next morning, they heard someone shouting outside. It turned out to be an old man with white hair and a white beard floating on his chest, standing on a high place, shouting to the people in the tribe. Everyone in the tribe gathered around and looked around, but they didn't know the old man or where he came from.
I saw the old man pointing to the mountain and pointing to the water, and said to the people around him:
You see, the grass here is so tender that you can't see the edge as far as the eye can see. Animals can't finish eating.
You see, the roe deer are in droves here, but they can't be beaten.
You see, the water is full of fish and shrimp. You can't catch them all.
Please stay here, the scenery here is beautiful; Please stay here, this is a treasure trove of geomantic omen!
The words of the old man with white beard just came to people's hearts, and everyone shouted happily and was intoxicated. Suddenly, the old man with white beard raised his hand and saw a white light flying to the tree next to him. It turned out that a white bag fell on the branch. Then a small white ball fell out of his pocket. The ball is as big as an eye and will bounce when it falls to the ground. As soon as the young boys and girls saw it, they all went to grab the little white ball. You grab me, grab it. That's hilarious. Later, a tall young man grabbed the white ball. He held it up and shouted, "Don't grab it. This ball belongs to Grandpa White Beard. After playing so much, I should give it back to his old man! " When everyone looked up again, the old man with white beard disappeared, only where he had stood, and there were many sheep on the ground. The old man in the tribe said, "Abu Dhabi gave it to us!" " "Young people see sheep, feel very fun, and ran to play. Young people throw white balls, grab Galahad, forget fatigue and fatigue, and have a good time.
After that, whenever they are free, people will throw the ball and hit galaha.
Now Xibe people hold a friendship competition to catch Garaha every New Year. The gameplay has also been greatly improved compared with that time.
On the Soren rope of Xibe nationality, there are all galaha tied. There's a reason for bringing this up.
According to the old people, there used to be a Xibe nationality in Fushun named Tukeseli (the children's surname of Xibe nationality), and they had three sons. The eldest brother and the second brother are on the right track, but the third one is out of tune.
When I was a Mou (Xibo: father), I was very angry about it.
One day, he called his third son to his side and asked him to learn from the teacher in Changbai Mountain. At that time, there were many wolves and bears in Changbai Mountain, especially the Northeast Tiger. The third son was afraid of being eaten by wild animals and dared not agree. A was angry and ordered him to go, or he had to go. He learned to kill tigers well, but he couldn't feed them well.
The third child was helpless, packed his bags and walked into Changbai Mountain. He walked and walked, I don't know how many ditches he crossed and how many mountains he climbed, but he still didn't meet a martial artist who could be his master. On this day, he went to a mountain scorpion and met an old man with white hair. Seeing the abnormal behavior of the white-haired old man, the third child thought that he was an able person, so he made a conversation to explain the matter of going into the mountains to find a teacher. Seeing his sincerity, the white-haired old man promised to teach him martial arts. The third kowtowed to the teacher and learned archery from the white-haired old man. What are you shooting at? An arrow shoots money. Under the guidance of the white-haired old man, the third child learned quickly and hit every shot, but his bow and arm strength was not enough. One day, the white-haired old man told Lao San:
"Little Shan Ying, you go to fight tigers, fight a hundred tigers, and bring a hundred tigers back here to see me." The white-haired old man disappeared after saying that. The third child knew it was a fairy's advice, so he really found a tiger in the depths of the forest. Every time you hit a tiger, you gouge out a tiger with a knife. In an instant, one hundred tigers were collected. That day, he walked back to his original place, and sure enough, Master was waiting for him. The white-haired old man smiled and said, "Come on, you can be a military commander. Go to old Wang Han and join the army. " Say that finish, the white-haired old man disappeared again.
The third child listened to the master's instructions, waded back to his hometown, bid farewell to his parents and brothers, and really joined the army to attack the Ming army with Hanwang. Later, he repeatedly made meritorious military service, and Hanwang called him Yin Shan Brothers. Later, Lao San suffered misfortune because he saved Wang Han's little pear flower. Wang Han pulled the Soren rope for Xiao Lihua. In memory of the third Xibe hero, he tied a tiger to Soren rope. Seeing that Hanwang had done this, the Xibe people tied up Garaha. But ordinary people don't have so many tigers, so they use sheep.
Perhaps it is because catching Galaha is a game and entertainment that Xibe people, men, women and children love very much, so there are many related folklore. Another example is the legend of catching Galaha.
According to legend, when the old Hanwang Nurhachi led the Eight Banners to fight against the Ming army, he won a great victory in Salhu. Hanwang ordered the slaughter of pigs and sheep and rewarded the officers and men with wine and meat. However, at the opening ceremony, many flag soldiers did not arrive, that is, many of the officers and men who came were holding wine bowls and hanging their heads, staring blankly at the meat and vegetables in the case. Hanwang wondered, what's the matter? He asked Batulu, the manager around him. Batulu looked around the tent with his eyes, patted his shiny forehead and whispered to old Wang Han:
"Your majesty, the Chinese New Year is coming soon. There is no such statement. Every holiday season, I think these flag soldiers who don't eat or drink must be homesick, thinking about their wives and children. " Hanwang nodded and asked, "What can we do to make everyone happy?" Batulu rolled his eyes a few times, patted his forehead and said, "There is an idea. I don't know if your majesty can let everyone play like this after reading it. " Say that finish, Batulu accompanied Hanwang out of the camp and rode to Xibe camp.
When I dismounted outside the Xibe camp, officers and men lined up to meet me. I saw a clear-cut flag and many knives and guns. It was terrible. Wang Han motioned Batulu and Xibe battalion commander not to disturb the officers and men in the camp.
They went through two camp gates woven with tree strips and entered the camp. I saw the officers and men gathered in one place, surrounded by a big circle on the third floor outside, as if watching some western scenery. The officers and men were laughing and laughing, but no one found Wang Han and them coming in.
Hanwang and his men quietly squeezed into the Xibe officers and men. I saw a large piece of Galaha scattered on the carpet on the ground. A Xibe soldier knelt on the carpet and shouted "Get up". He "got up", threw the iron ball with his right hand, then grabbed some Galahad scattered on the carpet, and then caught the falling iron ball with his hand, next to it for winning or losing. The officers and men of Galaha were caught one by one. One by one, the hands and eyes cooperate tacitly, the waist twists and dances, as if it were "Sama", which is very beautiful. Hanwang was fascinated by it and thought it was novel and interesting. Scratching my ears and scratching my cheeks, I was so happy that I couldn't close my mouth and my heart itched. Unconsciously, he squeezed in and played with Xibo officers and soldiers to catch Galahad.
The officers and men of Nurhachi and Xibe had a good time. The more he plays, the more he likes to play. The more he plays, the happier he gets. He felt that once he caught Galaha, he could put all the unpleasant things behind his neck. So, during the Chinese New Year holidays and during the fighting, he and the officers and men of the Eight Banners played a game of catching Galahad in the camp. The winner is rewarded, and the loser is rewarded. Strangely, the officers and men of the Eight Banners have been homesick since they played "Catch Galahad", wandering outside, violating military discipline, and their morale has been greatly boosted since then.
Legend is not a historical belief after all. Rob Galahad, a folk game, has its own material conditions and realistic needs as the premise, which is directly related to people's production and living needs.