萨满初体验当那扇朱红色的木门横在我眼前时,天还没完全亮,雪已铺满我的肩头。“进来吧!”门嘎吱一声开了。我抬起头,声音的主人有一张棱角分明的脸,双眼射出的深邃目光里,带着不容拒绝的坚定。他就是大萨满,我们图瓦人眼中的通神使者。屋内一股幽幽的香气钻入鼻孔,令人沉醉。待我在凳子上坐定,大萨满拿起一捧燃烧着的植物,轻轻地在我面前拂摆,烟雾在房间里弥漫开来。接着,他一手拿起刻满符号的单面鼓,一手举起鼓槌,循着心跳的节奏敲起来。咒语般的呢喃声让我不自觉地闭上双眼,我觉得自己徜徉在一种蒙蒙胧胧、似睡非睡 Shaman’s first experience When the vermilion wooden door was right in front of me, the sky was not yet completely bright and the snow covered my shoulders. “Come in! ” The door crunched open. I looked up, the voice of the owner has an angular face, his eyes fired in the deep eyes, with a firm commitment can not be rejected. He is the great shaman, the messenger of God in our eyes. A faint smell of the house into the nose, it is intoxicated. When I was seated on the stool, the large shaman picked up a handful of burning plants and swung it gently in front of me, and the smoke filled the room. Then he picked up a one-sided, one-sided drum full of symbols and raised his drumsticks in one hand and knocked at the beat of heartbeat. Spell-like murmur let me unconsciously shut my eyes, I feel myself wandering in a hazy, like sleeping non-sleep