The Miao in Guizhou, China have many interesting annual festivals such as Tiao Hua Po (dancing on the mountain slope), Sisters’ Meal Festival and Miao New Year. They also have a festival held once every thirteen years - The Fertility Festival.

　　The Fertility Festival of the Miao is called “Guzang Festival” in Chinese;“Neniu” in the Miao language (the language of my own home town). It means 'to kill buffaloes to worship forefathers'. According to tradition, during the festival long ago the Miao sacrificed many fighting buffaloes to worship their ancestors but this was regarded as too costly and the custom changed and fattened pigs are now sacrificed instead. However, I think that individual villages may make different sacrifices and have various ceremonies for the festival. I know that the Miaovillage of Fanzhao in Taijiang County, Guizhou province, celebrated the Fertility Festival in 2003 and they still used buffaloes for sacrifice. My description of the change to the festival is based on the one in my village - Langde.

　　My father said that we have this festival every thirteen years and the festival runs for three consecutive years. People do not kill fattened pigs during the first and second years but only in the final year. So the most special year is the last one, namely the 13th year. As you can imagine, it is not easy to see many in one lifetime. I cannot remember what the last one, 13 years ago, was like. Fortunately my village held the festival from 22nd February to 2nd March this year (2004 ) and the one this year was a very spectacular one.

　　The 22nd February was the first day of the festival. On the late afternoon of this day relatives came to visit their relations in my village carrying a cluster of carp, steamed glutinous rice and a duck. There is a taboo that female relatives usually do not come on this first day, only men. Women come on another day. When the male relatives got to the edge of my village, they set off fire crackers. More fire crackers indicate the larger wealth of the relatives and the greater importance of the family of the host. This year 16 relatives came to my home. They were from 8 families; they were my two uncles, two brothers-in-law, my father’s brother-in-law and my sister-in-law’s three brothers. Some special guests came to visit my family too. They were a Japanese friend and 12 American tourists led by me. In the evening, the family and relatives ate the food that the relatives had brought. The meal included carp, steamed sticky rice, duck and rice wine.

　　The 23rd of February was the second day of the festival. On this day every family got up very early to boil water. Then, at about 6.00 a.m. in the morning, the relatives killed fattened pigs. Each family killed two or three fattened pigs depending on the number of the relatives visiting. I know of one family in my village which killed four pigs. My family killed three. There is a taboo that the head of the household cannot carry the sword to kill the pigs but the relatives must carry out this task. However, the host can help with boiling the water to get rid of the pigs' hair. At about 10.00 or 11.00 a.m. everyone began to have an excellent meal. During the meal, everyone must eat three huge squares of the fattened pork so that they will have good fortune in the future. The meal was of pork and pork offal but no green vegetables. There is saying that "the family will become poor if they eat vegetables with this meal".

　　In the afternoon, after eating this lunch, the villagers and the shaman climbed the highest mountain in Langde for a special ceremony. The purpose of the ceremony was to worship the mountain dragon and to ask him to come to the village and enter each home and visit each family living there so that the families could have good fortune in the future. In the afternoon of 23rd February it was raining in Langde. However, this did not stop the villagers from holding the ceremony because this was their big

　　festival and I think that they had a special determination to do so. On the mountain, the men and the shaman all wore traditional costume. A duck - symbolizing the mountain dragon - whose bill was pierced through by a tiny rope, led the way from one hill to the other. The shaman followed the duck and held the rope. The other men and the villagers followed behind the shaman beating on a the bronze drum and playing lusheng (bamboo flutes). The ceremony on the mountain lasted until the late afternoon after when the participants returned to the village.

　　The 25th of February was the fourth day of the festival. On this day, the ceremony was to take the spirit of the mountain dragon inside each home to live there so the family would enjoy good fortune in the future. At 8.45 a.m. the ceremony began. The shaman and a group of men all wore traditional dress. These men were the leading people of the ceremony and of the community.

　　They must be well thought of by the villagers before they can be selected as participants or else they cannot play the roles. When the ceremony started, the shaman went in front leading the way to each home. On entering each family's house they were offered cups of rice wine by the head of the family and fire crackers were also set off. While in the house, they played lusheng and danced in a circle to the rhythm of the bronze drum. When leaving the house, the owner gave them some red ribbons and cigarettes. There are more than 140 families in my village so it was nearly 5.00 p.m. before they arrived at my home but we still had some good pictures. It took them a full day to finish visiting the whole village.

　　From 26th to 28th February there were no ceremonies but the villagers ate and drank in each other's homes, mainly all in the same clan. Female relatives also began to participate on these days.

　　On the afternoon of 29th Febrary the villagers started to dance to lusheng and bronze drum and a magical tree was planted in the centre of the ground. Men and women in festival dress danced together, the girls wearing plenty of silver. I noticed that all the girls who had married into other villages or places also came back for the dancing. Everyone from my village joined in the dancing, whether rich or poor, male or female, young or old. Seeing this scene, a deeply homesick feeling rose up from the bottom of my heart and I really wished I could stay and join in with them. I was full of regret because I had to leave in the evening of 29 February to take care of my American friends.

　　When darkness fell more people would come as the next day would be the last day of the festival and the festival would reach its climax. On 1st March girls from other villages would also come to join in the dancing. But I had to leave on the evening of Feb 29 because we had to go back to stay overnight in Kaili and my tour had to depart. The festival had gone on for many days, but I cannot forget it. I cannot forget the scene of people dancing together and it was such a shame I could not stay to the end - so I hope I can join them the next time in 13 years!

　　This article has been submitted by Tony Chen Hualong, a Miao from Langde village in Guizhou, China.