In a companion proposal, we decided to go to the generals of Yili Prefecture, but later found that the government is just one in name only general, no what the spectacle, but the honor went home and made a second Uighurs customer.
We take the bus to the ho, in the side of the road cars rented carriage, will be accompanied by two little boys and a young man wearing sunglasses, he would say, half-cooked Mandarin, look very cute, so we chatted up with him learned that he had called Mohammad, in the communes as security, lives in the vicinity of the two children of his brother. He also warmly invited us to his house guest, and we gladly promised.
Bumps in a relatively wide carriage way, my thoughts also will dangle. The distance is a large golden sunflower large garden, has been connected to the deep blue of the sky; road flanked by tall, imposing poplars, blurred shadow staggered manner paved the entire road, while the afternoon sun on such a straightforward manner, opened the dense crowd leaves, spotless to shoot in. ... .... Such a strong light and shadow effect, just as Van Gogh's impressionist works, led by color so thick, so straightforward, has allowed my heart to approximate the pain has moved. I suddenly understand their longing for the cause of Xinjiang, which is the call of nature to mind is the heart of this moment of pure love, this may be emotional after a taste of island life the need for any post-deposition ... ...
Finally, in a carriage stopped in front of others, Mohammad led us into it. Their house has a very shady yard, a natural vine Da Cheng pavilion. The hostess gave us a warm side to his hand pilaf, watermelons, and we gave them back for free as a photographer; they visited a newly renovate the houses, the rooms are with beautiful woolen blankets to layout, a bit like the Arabian Nights where the Arab style.
Bid farewell to a warm hospitality Uighur people, we continue to go to their next destination - Sailimuhu.
Dace arrived in the afternoon when Satoki lake three or four points look like the sun very well, the sky was blue like a frozen thing. The car, I was point of the hole, a move also can not move. Wang was a beautiful blue confusing stretched before my eyes, this is what a blue-ah, like a just squeezed paint tubes have not yet been deployed pure sky blue. If there were God, I bet this must be God's A Treasure Shared tear. Surface of the lake from time to time there are a few birds passing, there are horses in the bow lake and talked with the flowers whispered; all of a sudden, as soon as shepherd's whistle, they set aside their Siti horse galloping towards another direction Over the past ... ...
Kazakhs living here, most of them are people who love riding, and even five or six, children are the masters, so they called the "nation on horseback," said. We talk with several young Kazak good price, riding their mountain walk around immediately. Their biggest was 20 years old, the other two children was 13, four, appearance, face bright red are the wind, and coincides with the original holiday, they are in this to boost business.
We are slowly along the rugged mountain path up the mountain, every few meters, we can not help but stop and take pictures, no matter from which angle you look around, Sailimuhu been so in the United States, which is simply an insurmountable landscape. As we went through the office, we saw a flock of sheep on the hillside on the leisure to concentrate on grass, listen to our hoofs, they will be very sensible to lay aside; backlight of the jungle, mist and lifeless, and far-reaching quiet; the sun shines place, mountain flowers everywhere, structured. We rode horses to the hillside, came to an immense and very flat on the grass, the Philippines whim, actually daring to riding a horse bolted together. The distance a flock of sheep have been alerted, and rushed to ran, herders waving shouting with long whip, and I stayed on the front of a scene that was launched to.
Down when it is dusk, four smoke curl, there is a young woman cutting the meat outside in the yurt. The backlighting set off at dusk, her beautiful figure is even more gentle; I have seen far there are a Kazakh-old mother beckons to us ... ... (To be continued)

Author: zhu_yz