Xinjiang has always wanted to write something on the feelings of helplessness chores and sick, with return to Shanghai and has been very jittery mood, might have been beautiful and the impact of too strong reasons, temporarily unable to themselves from the snow white suddenly put the reality the smoke. Thirst for calm enough mind not breathing fresh air, originally wanted to do some mental and physical rest of the halfway Quehu been pulled from the course of years, that just sit and kill their feelings Qiang, Zhi Jiaoren pain to stamp their feet.
Has also been very deep, and the surrounding only the frogs and the radio like Enya's Book of Songs and disperses over the pronunciation, but then in Xinjiang, this time of night is just beginning, the beautiful Uyghur girls and boys graceful stride the time of the dance bar. When I sat away from the stage nearby table, I can not help but deeply confused: this is the Uighur's life? So romantic, that a beautiful dance, beautiful singing voice, as well as all the dancer's enthusiasm and lively, which is grown under the sun and the snow-capped mountains of the national bar, with the vast grasslands Xinxin atmosphere, as well as the babble snow pure, the girl was the summer-like Yanmou Muscatel grapes, horse-like strapping young man's chest, can not help you during intoxication: ah, this is life bar! The most regrettable is that a failure to open up their throat to their stomach an unbridled opportunity to drink a few mouthfuls of the Ili aroma floating wine, if that kind of live, now, I have boasted the capital, and unfortunately because there is no wine embolden it, then there is no Uighurs to learn dance reached a pinnacle, and now think of it is a big regret!
If we say that the work so that I was forced to give up the opportunity to toast, but came to the foot of snow-capped mountains, and wandering around in the grass with the kind of quiet water between the state of mind, we could not help but I miss this rare beauty of the cup.
Tianshan, Urumqi, since coming to the United States had begun a taste, far from the plane looked out the window above the mountains, an Article 1 Road, the winding white thread across the fundus, the sun, such as the sword-like The Bingfeng reveals a tough light, it is time Shenshan it, how to Wang Jin, after the yellow desert, on the eye fatigue bloodless, when suddenly stands out on such a mountain - it stands for should be called high Peak! The real peak of the! Later I asked a friend on board the aircraft, they would understand that the Tianshan is called the ancient west out of the best at Yang Guan is the who Jiao Zhang Qian's Jiedushi a belly full of plaintive both good and bad places! And that stands tall, and friends solemnly tell me: is called the Bogda Feng, Tianshan Mountain's summit!
Hill's charm lies in its majestic, or has its own aura, but with two kinds of characteristics of the Tianshan, there Bogda peak straight roller, but there is also a water Tianchi of indifferent; like the novel, hidden in Lianhou girl saw admired The Musical, shy face and the total is also flush with some of the same, however, Tianchi never seen the world can not be considered a small woman, quiet in the silence among the bears is the tolerance and broad-minded;
At this time, the water of the ice has not yet wearing long-sleeved also felt a chill, mountain foot, girls have been wearing a brightly colored skirt the bar! Mountains along the lake where the two sides for the extension of opening to do is that the snow-capped peaks of the line. In the snow line above the head high in the mountains above, is the day of the summit of mountain - Boge Da peak!
Wander in the mountains half an hour, suddenly surprised to see horses, animals, Zheng Zheng's watched it a long time, suddenly moved up and, ah, the good hard-working animals on earth, but ran into me here. May be because he is a horse, and I've always wanted to close this mundane world of the spirit, in countries suffering from the time missed, but ran into here.
Qian Ma is more hashak young man, yellow and black face smiling at me, you see I was interested in his horse, and asked me:
Riding do?
So I step onto very majestic horse, at the foot of Tianshan Mountain is proud to stroll around in a circle, ears not help think of a song: Happy Yo-hill. . . White clouds in the running, horse jump for joy with, and I feel this is the most pleasant of.
Coming down the mountain, into the hashak girl's tent, enjoying a meal clutch lamb meal, I know that my stomach to liberate the
Beautiful girl singing in the enthusiasm, I took over the special song of glass filled Ili, drained. Drinking, singing, dancing, the whole tent and went to spin up. Laughing, drunk.
Is so happy it, so I woke up, they find that, at the foot of the Tianshan is already back on the plane, and is still groggy to leave, and so, my mood suddenly from the Tianshan Mountains on a beautiful fall, has been threw in the land in Pudong, until today, began to got it together, began to come back to think about that beautiful day, beautiful Xinjiang.
Sometimes life is like, such as love, but really want their own loved ones just like that white snow lotus, no matter where you go, she is in full bloom in the most beautiful Na Zhu Xuefeng. Only in this way will not let his heart fall come from beautiful places! However innocently, the thinking: whether they are those towering peaks above the snow line do?
Night book in Shanghai suburbs
2002-6-11 Pro morning
Author: buffaloBill
