傣族孔雀娘 | The Dai Peacock Dancer of Xishuangbanna
"西双版纳的泼水节上，一位丰满的傣族舞者用孔雀舞征服了每一个观众的心... At Xishuangbanna's Water Splashing Festival, a curvaceous Dai dancer conquers every heart with her peacock dance..."
傣族孔雀娘 | The Dai Peacock Dancer
第一章 | Chapter One: 孔雀之乡 (Land of Peacocks)
西双版纳是孔雀的故乡，傣族人崇拜孔雀如同神明。
Xishuangbanna is the homeland of peacocks, and the Dai people worship peacocks like deities.
寨子里最出色的孔雀舞传承人叫玉罕，四十五岁，身材丰满，跳起孔雀舞来如同活的孔雀。
The village's finest peacock dance inheritor was named Yu Han, forty-five, with a full figure, dancing like a living peacock.
"孔雀舞不是用身体跳的，" 她常说，"是用灵魂。"
"Peacock dance isn't danced with the body," she often said, "but with the soul."
第二章 | Chapter Two: 泼水节之夜 (Night of the Water Festival)
那年泼水节，一位北京的舞蹈编导来采风。
That year during the Water Splashing Festival, a Beijing dance choreographer came for research.
"玉罕姐，" 他看完她的表演，"你的舞太惊艳了。"
"Sister Yu Han," after watching her performance, "your dance is stunning."
玉罕刚从舞台下来，丰满的身躯被湿透的傣族服饰紧紧包裹，曲线毕露。
Yu Han had just come offstage, her full figure tightly wrapped in soaked Dai clothing, curves fully revealed.
"这只是表演，" 她微笑，水珠从她丰腴的肌肤上滑落，"真正的孔雀舞，在月光下跳才最美。"
"That was just performance," she smiled, water droplets sliding down her full skin. "True peacock dance is most beautiful under moonlight."
第三章 | Chapter Three: 月下孔雀 (Peacock Under the Moon)
"想看真正的孔雀舞吗？" 那晚，她带他去了村后的竹林。
"Want to see the real peacock dance?" That night, she took him to the bamboo grove behind the village.
月光洒在竹林间，萤火虫点点。
Moonlight fell through the bamboo, fireflies dotting the air.
她换上了一套金色的孔雀舞服，开始起舞。
She changed into a golden peacock dance costume and began to dance.
她的丰腴身躯在月光下如同开屏的孔雀，每一个动作都充满了诱惑。
Her full figure was like a peacock spreading its tail in the moonlight, every movement full of allure.
"孔雀开屏是为了求偶，" 她舞到他面前，解开舞服的系带，"我现在，也是。"
"Peacocks spread their tails to court mates," she danced before him, undoing her costume's ties. "And so am I, now."
第四章 | Chapter Four: 凤凰花开 (Phoenix Flowers Bloom)
"我想把你的舞带到北京的舞台，" 清晨，他说。
"I want to bring your dance to Beijing's stages," he said at dawn.
玉罕躺在吊脚楼的竹席上，丰满的身躯还带着夜晚的余温。
Yu Han lay on the bamboo mat of the stilted house, her full figure still warm from the night.
"我的舞属于这片土地，" 她说，"但我的心，可以跟你走。"
"My dance belongs to this land," she said, "but my heart can go with you."
"那我每年泼水节都来，" 他说，"看你跳舞，陪你到老。"
"Then I'll come every Water Splashing Festival," he said, "to watch you dance, to accompany you till old age."
她采了一朵火红的凤凰花插在他胸前："这是傣族的定情花。每年凤凰花开，我在这里等你。"
She picked a fiery red phoenix flower and pinned it to his chest: "This is the Dai people's love flower. Every year when phoenix flowers bloom, I'll wait for you here."
在西双版纳的月光下，有些舞蹈比孔雀开屏更动人...
Under Xishuangbanna's moonlight, some dances are more moving than a peacock spreading its tail...