To Ili, we have a broad line of three northern linger more than a week. Along the way, has long been accustomed to where the desolation and loneliness, constant yellow sand, it is difficult winds and hot sun disappearing landscape. In the rush to the road encountered in Yining, Xinjiang find friends told us that they are of Ili in Xinjiang, rivers and lakes, where the river clouds, flowers fragrant. So hearts could not help but burst Qiexi, presumably there is a gentle landscape. In the northwest of the long journey, I and my friends have one wish, watch it from north to south river sunset scenery.
To Yining city, we have a hotel near the bus station, after the arrangements in place, they arrive by bus and arrived at the outskirts of the Ili River Bridge. At that time it is evening, Xinjiang time, more than five points. Wide simple bridge to drive to Exalted, bustling; side next to the projection over the warmth of the sun or bright. We cross the bridge, then walk a river path, came to the Ili River. Walking in the riverbank, I could clearly hear the buzzing of the voices of the river, raised his eyes looked, not far away, that Ili River water flowing slowly from east to west. The river rife with bursts of glistening, sparkling Liang-liang, far toward the direction of the sun to go very far away. The other side of the river, there was a quiet temple and the ancient Muslim Uighur people, vigorous loess-color memories of her time, ancient and vicissitudes of life, history persistent footprints on the side accompanied by Ili. In this shore, torrents of water washed out a seven-or eight-meter-wide waterway, water is not deep, people on both sides of the narrow one erected a simple wooden bridge, naughty children vie with each leap from high above the water, splash The spray from the waves, playing in their laughter's face. This is a happy sound of the water in the river shore in exceptionally moist air thoroughly. Thick sides faint scenery, attracted the slightest ripple in our hearts.
Gone through a wooden bridge, there is a wide sandy beach, there are about two, 3000 square meters. Scattered in front of a thin sand, their temporary nature, the take off shoes and walk barefoot in the sand above the water's edge. The river gravel linshui moist Rourou soft. Walked, simply rolled up his pants, a step by step into the waterways that the central jet. Torrent glide of the river, Qingqing cool, and this sense of the rapid spread of the skin, stimulating the my heart. Just saw it between the rise of the sun Xi Chen, Raising high spray, sun projection over the orange-red light, so that drops of happy children in which the flashing. Then, I went to the western end of the beach to watch the sunset scenery. Here, no longer mountains and little hills of the block, no more high-rise buildings of the barrier, now I am able to saw a boundless vast Western Paradise. Is that orange rounded the distant sunset, color, clarity around the float in the air with a touch of orange-red; floating in the air and thick clouds also reveals a faint orange gentle.
The sky go dark, and the setting sun is also increasingly becoming red, gradually approaching a horizon. That the transfer of water and the sky a deep, distant line of sight will be pulled close to close the distance, will be thrown in your heart bursts of warm. In that brilliant charming deep red, perhaps the ultimate goal of our hearts. The river were gradually fewer coast is very quiet, only rings Dangzhe Ili sounds of water, the river is very wide, winding river extends a curved sleeves, Tong red fall color soft top, that color has become a dark red. This would be along the sunset twilight water and returned it to place. That distance thick sunset, kissed, and a diffuse surface in the Western Paradise, a blend of colors, is the river flow of the wizard the sky still mysterious spirit of unity in that office. I just looked at it quietly into the distance, there is beauty all the beauty of the setting sun sensitivity ask a chord movement, stirring up sentimental feelings. Only hope was that the time between the moment solidified, so that moment to become a beautiful paint, I would quietly abide in that painting before, accompanying the Ili River that flows quietly.
I do not know for a long time, the air passing the tweet of birds, awakened already immersed in the beautiful I am. See the sunset going to sink, and several rounds of peer friend-ling urged to leave, but she sat silently at the end of the beach, alone and stare, always having left.
Us back to the bridge, happened to encounter a Uighur wedding team. Front is a young, lively Huzuohuyou marching steps, fingers deftly pull the accordion. Da Huoer beaming, dressed in beautiful national costume, surrounded by the beautiful bride and groom; and the Pieces, singing a happy song. I do not know the meaning of the lyrics, but I know their feelings, love and blessings. Then, the bride and groom came out crowd, lean Qiao Lan, Li Leli hair gently, quietly waits for the friend's shutter. Is just a screen, and let all quiet: boys bow their heads around watching the girl, to that beautiful face, thick black of the Mei Dai, soulful The eyes, the endless reading this life of his tenderness. Behind them is the Ili-tung red sunset on the beautiful, let the natural beauty of love blink of an eye for the well-being as it is always a witness.
How can I not feel deeply moved, because it is the most beautiful of the Western Paradise.
At the same time this article was published in the author CYTS online.
Author: freetravel
