'll Leave a lovely Xinjiang. Thinking about leaving tomorrow, is not yet dawn, they woke up early, and guarding that Chang Chang's sense of loss.
The house early in the morning to Turpan companion, and leaving only myself, the room very quiet. It has been 10 days in Xinjiang, went to many places and many things that have not yet Tasting the flavor to. At this point, I realized the Xinjiang scenery, enjoying the distant kinship, pondering over the infinite mystery. Seen and heard here, Xinjiang is no longer I guess, and reverie, it is no longer a dream but a living world is a profound book.
Black with light, one person sitting alone in the house, first came to the kind of active look is gone. Silence, distant yet intimate feelings flooded out, it was time to return home have had before. This feeling, on and leave home feeling the same as the previous day. At this time, no matter how evasive, have seen those images are from 4 flash out, pooled together, mixed into a tea to clear astringent.
Do not need tips, I, grooming later, quietly packed up his luggage. There are a few pieces of clothing to see some perspiration, washing, and drying up. Then on the table, bedside, and scattered on the ground between the corner some of the information pack together, branded tie, ready to take home. Also, the raisins reach the box, and when I touched that small particles, the thought of a number of hard to explain things.
I can not distinguish very clearly that this is the occasional opportunity to Xinjiang, or frequented the beginning, but also do not know when will come back, since it is waiting for 30 years before the trip, so next time come away feeling not been seen. How long the next time, and so long to see your face? I do not know.
Also there are some things did not end the need to pay close attention to handled hastily eaten meal on the street.
The sky was raining sporadically, is not no quick fix kind of slow in Xinjiang did not dry the rain. Xinjiang, the rain really strange, not so keen on the northern storm, nor is it Jiangnan shrouded in mist, but the sparse scattered. Rain and wind are not mixed together, the wind was the wind, rain is the rain, all had their own systems. Facing the rain, walking in the street, particularly good state of mind. Past few days, I often walk in the rain, to the tomorrow will not. Thought of here, looked at the sky, sky clouds, sent a trace of smile, be counted as care for the past few days thanks to the. I think the future regardless of where the rain as long as the encounter, they will think of Xinjiang come.
Banjie those on official business, went to the post office, to a distant friend sent a parcel. Matter dealt with is almost due, she felt that some calm, the rest is Nanshe feelings. Could have you here many nights, but also planned to go look at the prairie Ili, Xinjiang, familiar look of natural beauty. Yes, it's great natural beauty, not only difficult to find, but the beauty of nostalgia among the rich there. Unfortunately, there are a lot of things waiting for me from afar, weigh up and had to have the heart to the other, a little bar which is another kind of nostalgia. Walking in the street, suddenly feel that a lot scenery images are dark, afraid of missing it, we went to the bookstore to pick out a few of the introduction of Xinjiang, there are still an adventure across the Lop Nor recorded. In my inner heart, like the near future but also to conduct a fantastic adventure.
Back to the room, standing at the window, watching the trial carefully, especially by refreshing the city for fear of missing the wonderful scenery. I have been to many places, no matter how far, how developed, Zeng I do not give birth to feelings of parting. Saturday may be the reasons for it, the street is not noisy, city surrounded by mountains, the quiet like a sleeping child, and that makes me even more sprout a bit sentimentally attached to. Mountains and trees, houses and streets, pedestrians and traffic, it may be deemed to music, painting, printed on the inside in my thoughts.
I know that such a break away from the situation will not last long, go back later, maybe not take a few days, I will be busy, and chores are diluted into a strand without a trace of wind, drift in the memory. But I do not want to give up, can not bear to give up this beautiful spark of the soul, then thin body odor, bear in mind.
Xinjiang is a beautiful mood is beautiful. I tried a search, think what we should do it, even if it is little bit small. I can not have a daydream dream, but you are afraid fate slip past, so in this time of parting, closely while waiting for the gods already have a feeling. I know that the only way it will not be sorry.
The world, no matter what, only you love, and will know that the beauty and magic. However, if you are ready to love, be prepared to pay and bear the Han Ku. Unless Xinjiang, it seems that there is no escape out of this truth.
(August 19, 2000)
Author: wangzc