侗歌,曲折地走来。它来得很远,我用《越人歌》搭起凉棚,看不到起点;它飞快远去,在夜郎王名噪一时的地域,一夜消散。我在湘黔桂边的林园寨旁,寻找历史的踪迹,看它星星点点蔓延。从三十年前飞巴黎开始,它一次次以祖国的风采,降临世界。侗歌,养育我们艰难的生命。当鼓楼从山间露头,山寨挺起了腰杆。面对灾害病痛,它日益顽强。 Dongzhu, come twists and turns. It came a long way, I use the “more songs” build a pergola, can not see the starting point; it flew away, Yelang Wang fame in the area, overnight dissipated. I am in Hunan, Guizhou and Guangxi edge of Lin Yuanzhai, looking for traces of history, to see it little spread of stars. Starting from Paris thirty years ago, it has again and again come to the world with the style of the motherland. Dong Ge, raising our difficult life. When the Drum Tower outcrop from the mountains, the cottage Tingzhuo Yaogan. In the face of disasters, it is increasingly tenacious.