酉水号子曾在沈从文的《边城》里，看到了古老的湘西。骑着快马，手提大刀，酒葫芦挂在腰间，匪气弥漫的苗寨汉子；肩挎竹篾背篓，柳芽般鲜嫩，野果般丰满成熟，踏着石板小路，在木叶声里飞来飞去头缠青帕的土家女子；酉水，在静静地流淌；山歌，在脆脆地清唱；号子在粗犷地喊 Shui Shui Zi Shen Congwen in the “border town”, saw the ancient Western Hunan. Riding the fast horse, carrying a knife, wine gourd hanging in the waist, banditry filled Miao waltz; shoulder bamboo basket bamboo basket, fresh as sprouting bud, berry as plump mature, marching stone path, in the woody sound Tujia woman wrapped around the head of Qingpao; unitary water, quietly flowing; folk songs, singing in crunchy; son in the rough shouting