Xinjiang, a friend of my eyes who are quite open, the year there are always a lot of time to browse on the outside, the vast Gobi Desert on foot accelerator ran far, near Kazakhstan, next to them, it is never the business of partners, the distance in Europe, the Americas have nearly all had been transferred all over. I would like every child Qutang Xinjiang seriously, they are coming and going to Beijing, order of the day.
Perhaps because of this, they "mouth" (they are outside the territory of Xinjiang calls it), understanding of them than I know my wife even more comprehensive. They told me that a few Beijingers tube that sell roasted Nang, barbecues, open the small streets of the Manchu Matate (has now been removed) is called "Xinjiang Village" so that they are very dissatisfied, "we are the sheer Xinjiang people, Xinjiang, in relation to that is that we really like it. "a friend said that, in their view, the image of Xinjiang, it should not be the total travel media as propaganda.
Friend is in the wine, after over three patrol told me these words, just as I arrived in Urumqi, the night. Decorated with the luxurious, are not sitting in that restaurant features Baojian Li, eating all the way from the expensive seafood. That table, other than me drink are Ili old cellar, with an average one person drank a bottle of the amount. I later come to regret it should be a no-zi did not taste dry red wine, not as good as their big cup with the drunk, because it seems to me that drinking is a fairly "in Xinjiang."
Of course, they are certainly not drunk, and I do, it is impossible to drink themselves down really daring, I know that white wine is not on top of Xinjiang, at the most is the drink you under their feet a little to have so little hair floating. But that night, friends, is peace of mind does not want me, "Gone with the Wind", went so far as I could not even asked for a sweet and sour Liangzhong ice milk, then put something dry red wine is simply not up to the solution of vigor nor out. It is a hotel made of ice milk and dairy beverages, which added chopped nuts, yogurt flavor than Shangyuan sell better. I know that my friends at this time why we seek to keep a cool head is to be able to listen to them that drink a few lines from the bottom of the heart, the next few days are likely ahead of dropping the barriers to Crackdown. Because he had seen, I was quite reluctant to be endorsed by their local modification of the appearance of that project and, indeed, the beginning, I have reservations on the matter, all in painstaking efforts could not save my search to the point "Xinjiang" .
Can be friends but insisted that it was not true in Xinjiang.
So, Xinjiang in the end what is? The tourist season coincides with the size of hotel blast crowded every day, bristle several classes of aircraft of different skin colors of people from around the world is brought in. What kind of Urumqi? I am in this city have had good memories from here, each return to live in that Ming garden shaded by a tree, I remember that outside the compound to which the busy street, remember the friendly across the market, piled like mountains inside the dried fruit, incense floating melon apricot, as well as those with different kinds of flowers with a hat and get back with the knife will not go back ... ...
But it's back to the street I did not see, Ming Garden room friends is also very sorry to say that did not set a, which is the last to go alley that is located inside the house in a remote hotel, standard rooms are already full, I only left the Boss come they usually only useful to the next step on that double set. To pick or retro Mitsubishi off-road jeep, but now that the signs have been a bit PAJERO people gripped with horror. "Worry," the driver said: "The brake pipes have been changed, and even made of a quartz watch." Unlike in the past, this time was a Han Chinese drivers, do not listen to songs along the way like to chat with.
At the end of that claim is the world's farthest city from the sea of that ton seafood dinner, I insisted on the streets at night go and want to find, but nothing can be found. At the foot stepping on the potholed sidewalks, old street lights very short, not at all fun. Been deliberately played down in a circle, I understand their wishful thinking the conceptualization of the search is a vain hope. It is thus put an end to the open space on the side of overpass intersection, where the Uygur people arrayed a dozen stalls, selling a watermelon, cantaloupe and colored grapes.
To eat first in Xinjiang is not only how like cantaloupe, grapes are okay. Drip honey over the fruit goes on outer room of the square table, they still do not think the number of Xinjiang's taste. I think I will get it back to Turpan go, southern Xinjiang, of course, better.
If I knew it would be the only night in Urumqi in this line, I will not let what happened was the end. I thought this time is definitely come to the stage it would not be possible in southern Xinjiang, and also thought that the way to go to the Kanas too long, little hope, but I think I can always go to a bar Turpan, only two hours away from Urumqi, drive the distance Xinjiang feel should be regarded as almost everything together.
May be a few days later, when I was going to mistake off the flight at the last minute rush to leave before Jingan slowly Karamay, watched as I had intended to be used in Urumqi shopping time in the car 120 miles per hour for one hour to consume at least one hour , allowed that car down the road directly Po Road, on the airport highway, watching the distant sky and that the snow-capped Bogda Peak flash a bit in front of the sweep passed, the first heart is really very, very sad -- Urumqi, I Jinglian you have missed!
My trip went really Xinjiang Mody? That for the kind of eating seafood, eat Chaozhou brine, built a European-style residential area film is really my heart has always been a city of Urumqi Mody forget? Nazuo the Tiehua replace it with the sketch a delicate row of arched construction really what I do in Xinjiang Mody? I really can Zaiqu trip to Xinjiang Mody?
Even in the future, I once again go to Xinjiang, then I can have the confidence to look for, there are lucky to find that has been lingering in my mind, Xinjiang Mody?
Author: Mingkaiyehe
