Semi-Road, the rain came, followed by coolness. Raincoat is there, originally used for paving.

Duoduosuosuo way down from the car, everything is gray, the days and the water. The famous pond, lake elevation of 1980 meters, showing half-moon, north to south and 3400 meters, 1500 meters at its widest point, with an average depth of 40 meters, maximum depth of 105 meters.

In the sea-like lake in front of the lap, the wind clamps onto the rain, straining to the face, neck and dipping. Inadvertent viewing, sneaking into a yurt, to a small pot of tea, four were draft, eating cantaloupe, still howling. Host to a few times, we see no need, and his face began to stiff.

We got the message to come out, the rain more, and showered to drop it down. Frustration, I, big one with the two girls, Chongqing, how and hid in a white wooden-Na, the owner is working with a group of students-ho big poker, greeted us casually sitting.

Afternoon, the rain finally stopped. Days a slight poke a line, revealing star spots of sunshine. We are excited at once, reached the shores of an observatory tower.

Tianchi slightly on the blue, gray tucked a Road changes, anxiety subdivision Yang Zhao waves. Days, or clouds dark clouds, heavily pressed a small white cap on the mountain. White is not pure, deep blue ink energetically jumped out. Son of the hill a block of pine Mi Zaza, such as the hairy moss to form odd-shaped pattern.

Pine needles, is a great treasure Tianchi, straight, such as tower-like, pond pine branches comfortable to start, the more run uphill, tree thinner. Often in a green, the 12 can find a bare tree and the branch Tala, which is the dead trees, and only these trees could be felled to construct the building approved.

Visitors gradually decrease, the four of us decided to stay. For a long time, my dream in Heavenly Lake, Xinjiang, and later discovered it was too hot migration.

Walk along the pond and art. I like very, very small in the landscape according to the person, both of the accounts of people's share, but also that this a visit.

The North Sea, a large mountain grassland, along the wooden yurt into the woods. Several head of cattle in the leisurely eating grass, not like cattle in Xinjiang, Jiangxi, unusual home emaciated old ox or black and strong buffalo, is colorful and chubby, ears pointed, tail hairy, with white flowers, and even Huang, also children's playground toys, such as cattle. Pony, lamb, dog, deer have special arouses love and affection, clean and clever, but it is often too hard to tell what is animal in the end.

4 quiet, horse grazing "Zizi" sound filled the air. "Ta Tata" washed down from the hills of the woods a few fine horses, greet us suffice. Slightly Tanleyihui price, we all on the horse. My horse is very handsome, tall, tall, head an air to Yang Zhao, forehead there is a white spot in mind, said pastoralists had just took the sixth General Assembly. Kazakh tour guide told us that he is willing to Yeh Xinjiang University, Department of Political Science student, I had three voice exclaimed "Really." Tianchi herders also a university student, feels like a hermit in the area encountered a long-lost friend.

Just down the rain, everything is green and lush mountains, and the wanton filling with a vitality, from the trees, grass, Yang Er, and even Yeer meridian are without carving philosophy.

I am 16 years old is the supreme ideal of the shepherdess on the prairie. I have been considering is that I rode a big white horse or a small red horse. Perhaps the sunny, blue sky Bi Ye Aries Whitehorse me; cloudy, my little red horse like lightning in the clouds in the shuttle.

Ye said that they specifically selected a village where people give you a sheep, other people leave with the sheep on the sheep's only a few pay a 1 yuan a month, there are also special let horses, cattle of. Ye promised me look for sheep farmers, and in the mountains inside, stay how long will do. Ye know that I am nothing but lip service. Back to nature for me is a luxury, this life is bound to be city dwellers.

Road winds, the jolt was the rise of winding paths, but also endless slide in the booming green way. Road, is a real road, only matizi India.

The time to reach a large valley, the sun had gone. Big yurt, the hostess greeted us warmly, and Nang milk. We demand that a man should bounce the Dongbu La, which is a pine to do with the piano, abdomen was pear-shaped, thin and long neck, a bit like a three-stringed lute. He inclined holding piano fiddle, not very good piano, Chords small and astringent, with several more, and sing, but out of hidden bitterness. This is about can be considered to aken playing and singing all these years have been very few Aken, in particular the new generation is no longer interested in this ancient custom. They said that Dong Bula too monotonous, even if the expressive guitar is also much easier.

Wang Dong Bula and nomadic herdsmen, gone with the wind the legend of Aken.

Evening, we spend the night in the ho white house. Morning, opened up a curtain, the Peak all covered with a thick snow, such as Santa's white beard, shining to pierce straight into your eyes. Last night, a night under the rain plus snow.

Che half the sky blue, and half of the cloud raging struggled. Tianchi inclusive of disputes with the sky, gray, blue, yellow, green and changing the color, "had no clear water to fish", a pool of snow does not do anything aquatic animals. Calm the mind, such as water, Heavenly Lake is a deep pool. When the sun gently a touch pool, I saw a Tianchi swarmed from the heart, laughter, rippling with, full of the entire world.

After a night of wind and rain snow baptism, Tianchi very quiet, nothing at first glance to the visitors. Ma was finally able to join the ranks of cattle and sheep leisurely stroll step, do not to work, good weather, the sun bar. Their owners may not have the leisure, there is no business, cut off sources of revenue, 10 million today, the weather is better up to tomorrow, a hope.

Boat stopped, and soliciting the noises are not great, Tianchi more and more charming. I lay on a sunny hillside, watching days watching the waters and small animals.

Tianchi like a magic mirror, a little wind, a little cloud, a little sunshine, all with the Watermark and color records, with the sky gradually Rosen.

We are faced with the leaves, Meet tomorrow on the Tianshan Mountains, mining Saussurea.

Author: outdoor3