A few years ago a business trip in Xinjiang, from the northern to the southern border, from Urumqi to the river Kesu, traveled more than half of Xinjiang, so I fully appreciate the unique ethnic customs of the Western Regions. In the Aksu region nostalgia is not the most famous Silk, not singing vocal music. What could that be?
From the Kuqa drive across the desert, heading for the bird Zhe Cang Er Dage foot of the mountain oasis of the plot of magic, you will find a her, you may have noticed by her dreamy Buddhist wonderland attracted admiration, This is the famous Kizil Thousand Buddha Caves - China's first large-scale existing Caves.
Kizil Uighur language, which means red. Perhaps because the bird Erda Ge Shan mountains in ocher red, in the afterglow Zhaohui are more like rouge, and the foot of the mountain named after Weigan river exist side by side. Excavated in the cliff on the north bank of the Kizil Thousand-Buddha Caves layer upon layer, row upon row, still if the patchwork in which the honeycomb Rob. Overlooking the entire oasis, stretching over 3.2 km dimly visible. Kizil Thousand-Buddha Grottoes, founded in AD 3 end of the century and has more than 1700 years of history, the existing mural thousand square meters, its unique artistic style and charm for Chinese and foreign attention.
To Kizil is August weather, hot weather along the way. In the car, rolling in the Gobi Desert has long heat wave baked me sit still, while the rugged road has even more, I was stunned Britain. Shui car several large bends to open into a wide valley, had to face was actually eyeful as the stars of the flowers and dense lush trees. That quiet waters, such as a Silver Chain Weigan lying in the bird Erda Ge foot of the mountain scenery outside world is like one group, whole body of the dry and hot gone.
Get off, I hastily mounted the stairs into the dark cave, but inside the blocks of color and soil apart from mottled yellow clay skin, nothing legible. When the pupil gradually adapt the faint light, then light with flashlight only saw the colorful murals, murals on about the whole thing was stunned lifelike characters: that a dignified and kind of Buddha; serenity tranquil Buddha; heart's joy of the Yue Ji, a very dynamic picture of animal story ... ... the living embodiment of scenes before my eyes, look at that very rhythmic sense of decorative patterns, mysterious, cunning strange sky map, stack, such as scales of the entire cave Sumeru dress was elegant and brilliant, as if heaven is exposure.
The most memorable was known as the "Dance-hole" in that cave of. This cave walls around the main room at the end, each painted a row of Temple Yue Ji, left the seven groups, each with two persons, a total of 28 people. Leji days many portraits, each with a different playing actions: Dan Pipa, shoots plaque drums, blowing, pan dance flower rope ... ... no sub-flop festival with great accuracy. That posture gestures or leisurely leisure, or high spirits. No wonder, Xinjiang is known as "Dance of the township," said the.
You Bi Buddha in the main room next to a blow fife of flying, facial defects, but still be able to see her chest seemed to smoke full of gas and lip of the hole flute. That blow did not want to blow the look, and that by means the hole, Qu Yang wrist elbow, shoulder and chest whom prance, whole body vibration by whom the performance of lively passion, Earned filled, reminding us of scenes out of walls.
Cave gate at the top of the semi-circular walls, painted Maitreya argument map. Centered in the left front of a Buddha, vegetarian makeup Dan Ma, Diana gentle. A cave among the demure serenity of the Buddha and indulge jubilant Leji, by contrast, taste Distinct with vivid descriptions, to seize a breathtaking level.
After a cave, a small stream along Piedmont about half an hour before the trip, while on the steep height of about hundred feet of the gaoya suddenly blocked the avenue and saw the cliff between the crystal-clear spring water overflow, just like in crystal pearl flooding back continuously into Yadi, merged into a pool of silver wave. Spring ding-dong into the pools, Shashi lovely, could not help but Pick up some into the mouth is really extremely sweet!
Wrapped in a sunset, I set foot on the Return Journey, reluctantly look back, bird Erda Ge mountain in the sunset twilight feels like the purple screen, quietly standing there. I seem to hear the melodious beauty of music in this mysterious floating over the desert, overflowing the whole Silk Road.
Author: awolf
