I walk the streets in Yining.
Companions to the Ili River Bridge to see the sunset. I have great love is walking in a strange city.
This seems to be a non-night city, is the voices Across from 22:00. The style of the food laid them out with the stall. Supermarkets should be open until 12:30 GMT.
I am walking in an uproar, this one moment, I integrate into the city at night. Qingqing of the evening breeze blowing along the way there Uygur young man whistled at me. Beautiful girls and ethnic minorities in a boyfriend and I bought a booth on the same bag. She said Chinese good bargain with us, and then have no alternative but to pay to the persistence of stall holders.
Yining has numerous small restaurants, including the North-South variety of dishes. As urban architecture reasons, many shops are underground and a half layer, to the next several steps, giving a very calm comfort.
In today's entering the urban area, we see a lot of beautiful old town in rural Ming Ju.
The column has a carved wood room gallery, garden tidy and full of flowers. These are the blue from the wide open door to look inside the outset. Some of the yard over her door, can see the door of the copper rings.
Obviously, there should be plenty of life than the northern more.
More than a dozen kilometers away from the city, and we stopped to buy a watermelon to eat. San Mao yuan a kg, a melon a two wool.
On the road, Guardia side, young people take the one shed, slept the evening.
I found the young man's eyebrows, thick black, between the eyebrows together, this confirmed my Yutian that the villagers in the southern male baby in swaddling clothes at home to see where the facts on the painted eyebrows. His simple and honest washed us with a smile, with a long-necked pot to the ditch to go éy water to wash their hands us.
Then we can see from a few very small children carrying bags son, came barefoot, everyone poured out two melons from the bag.
Only small children, 5,6-year-old's circumstances, I have trouble understand is that their ripe melon from the melon back into the stall onto the ground. They bare feet, carrying bag, he turned again into the Guardia. This way, I found that melon is not in the side road, instead of through a sorghum, the walk is not long a period of not less than the road.
Under the hot sun, I can almost stand a temperature of where we should syncope. I asked the young man, it is your home for children? He said yes. Then he lay on his covered, feet dangling ducks watching them.
That moment, he had become a virtual incomparably a smile. I do not believe this is his little brother home.
I watched those kids carrying a melon came again, his eyes like all the children innocence incomparable.
When dinner companions and I talk about the car thing, they say life is like this, and maybe they do not back watermelons can not exist, perhaps they themselves do not think this is a hard thing, but we are outsiders looking over a.
As long as their living conditions is the case, we can not change what should not reveal our sympathy, but let them feel that their life is hard and happy.
I know that they say is a very healthy attitude, but after all, some are not relieved.
Author: kokokoko
