Engines roar, and then find herself shocked, I know, the mysterious trip has already begun.
The beginning of the night down, the aircraft took off from the remote wall of the airport in Jinan, the sky turning a corner, along the Yellow River westward. In accordance with windows overlooking the earth, look under the wings of bright lights go away, become weak, and some indescribable feelings.
I did not want to rely on the past, took the opportunity to porthole, and too narrow, and this is not the case, just happened to pick a window seat, because I want the air to see Xinjiang. It seems to me, the Xinjiang's remote and mysterious, as if a warm distant dream, as if a magic puzzled fans. So, when traveling in Xinjiang Airlines plane took off, the feeling is that a dream trip.
Xinjiang, for me, has been fascinating for many years, and this is for my grandfather planted the indissoluble bond. His story has brought the dream to my longing, so I grew up on the crush of Xinjiang. Today, really want to go to Xinjiang when the emotional ripples rippling in the stretches.
Xinjiang is like? In my mind, the Xinjiang-capped mountains, is a look endless desert, vast grassland, is an affection. Not long ago, a Laoge reside in Xinjiang, where style was introduced and said a "Xinjiang" in Xinjiang summed up the characteristics of the word is sufficient. He said, "Xinjiang," the right word is the word three horizontal and two fields, two basins in Xinjiang Sanshan folder abbreviation, indicating the landscape of Xinjiang. 3 respectively represent cross-Altai, Tianshan and Kunlun Mountains, the two characters represent the fields in the Tarim basin and the Junggar Basin. "Xinjiang," the word on the left side bow and soil, indicating the main mode of production is the hunting and farming.
I know that Xinjiang is the motherland of the most complex parts of the change. 1 million years ago, there was a vast ocean, and later marshes gradually become the land, or Oasis, or high mountains, or desert. China's dry, hottest, coldest, the lowest places in Xinjiang, where there is a living geography textbooks, is a microcosm of the evolution of the Earth.
I also know that is a world-famous Silk Road in Xinjiang is China's economy and culture and the Western Regions in sharing the channel. Silk Road already known in the world. It is said that the name Silk Road (Route of the silk roud) or the German geographer Ferdinand von Richthofen (1833-1905) first proposed by the Western Regions, said connecting with the Chinese silk trade route.
There Lop Nur, one to attract countless explorers risked their lives to go places, is a paradise for adventurers explorers, is a mysterious fan.
Aircraft in flight, mood was also flying, I would like to enter a kind of illusion, ears Dong Bula, thermal tile Fu and tambourines, played beautiful songs reverberate. "We have a good place in Xinjiang Tianshan good pastures north and south, the Gobi sand become fertile fields, snow-melt irrigation farm." Song to show the beauty of open everything from singing shook the soul. Xinjiang, seems to be a bottle of intoxicating wine, latitude 44 o on the snow lotus flower in full bloom, filled with warm and romantic feelings.
Yes, looking forward to a long time, to Xinjiang, I must travel more places, and read more, so that a blowing wind on the prairie for many years the expectations placed, so that endless desert sow the seeds of desire, so that a blue waves from the lake's long-silent feelings.
I would also like to go Tianshan Mountains, to the Tarim Basin, to Swan Lake, to the desert to see the gods of nature given to us. I imagined riding Mercedes-Benz, in the snow skiing in the desert leaving a meandering footprints .....
The cabin, the soft light shining on me, shining long thoughts, my heart has already begun in the floating in the air in a long travel. I wanted to write, want to say that the feelings of desire to become ever stronger.
Little relevance to stay in Xi'an, the planes flew to Urumqi. At this point it is midnight, the plane's lights have been shut, and cabin very dark, the window is black and what was invisible. In the roaring sound of the machine, people have slept through a slight bump, and to sleep. Only I, because of the Xinjiang hope will become a reality feel excited, there is no sleep, mind the impulse to nurture a sense of fun. I said to myself, be sure to look out the window in Xinjiang, though can not see the vast snow-capped mountains, vast grasslands, torrents of water, even take a look at the night of Xinjiang is also a joy to get together again!
Urumqi is necessary to see the lights, and my heart stirring up. I was like a return of the wandering, standing at the door shouted: Mom, I'm back.
(August 9, 2000)

Author: wangzc