Bosten Lake, Turpan

(A)

In Xinjiang, a lot of unfamiliar names among the Bosten me be more familiar with a name, knowing Sailimu Lake, knowing Kanas Lake, I knew this China's largest inland freshwater lake.

So, morning stiffness of the waist when Xiao Tingzhao Bosten North Korea embarked on driving a car when I thought the first was full of expectations, imagine the desert edge of the flood that Yihong Enpa Haomiao how spectacular.

There is one thing necessary to talk a little bit. Baa at the night market last night, and Yang, yakitori, grilled fish, sheep offal stuffed a belly. Back and leave, after "street culture and education," prenatal and postnatal care of the publicity columns, there are people standing there, see unmatched seriously, is not named Xiao Liu Who are you? Went over to him startled. He said, pick up a phone, I can not sleep, out of a walk.

Every person has the time depressed. I hope he said today a bit better.

Bosten Lake Lotus Lake is a small lake, not far from Korla. Scenery along the way flat, weak, and there are many white paint brushes at the walls on the publicity on the lotus lake, I suddenly remembered that we always see the rural side of the brush in the pigpen ads "XX Zhu oral your health ", it is not good sense of foreboding. Cars from the edge of a farm avenue a Shui, they come to a boxy car park. Parking around the planted some flowers and a small bridge, bridge across a little bit of water and reeds, it was selling tickets at the side of the bridge, can not see what else inside.

So each took 20 tickets into.

... ... Or that point of water and reeds. Would like to see more, we must take into yachts. Inquired about the price of yachts to study tour diagram, we unanimously decided to give up.

From the Lotus Lake to Golden Beach, Yang baa all the way to sleep mad. He opened his eyes the first thing is: how like our side of the Dongshan Island? !

Eyeful looked all holiday villas, cement road, carrying swimming circle of people.

Although the lake, but not the slightest moist atmosphere, but also the drying of mushrooms.

Thus, eating, sleeping, an idle afternoon. To the Xinjiang has never been so relaxed since the trip. 7 pm more than the air outside the window was finally no longer so hot.

Sallow a wonderful thing, the lake is gloomy and did not imagine a grand. The so-called golden sandy beaches, is a material sandwiched black sand, so it does not brilliant. Some of the parasols thatched wooden sticks in the water's edge, and perhaps more reassuring is the only thing better than a good colorful sun umbrellas. Seen the sea, let's look at this place is really boring, though I know that this lake for here is how valuable: open all the river Tail, Kongquehe sources. Now the lower reaches of Tarim River water dwindling water from here also. However, I always felt: like a big tub.

Gone quite far, has finally found a quiet place. Reed bundle, the occasional bird flying over, hovering gracefully, nimble in the rise and fall of water gulls went all out to flap its wings, it seems a bit slower fan will fall is the duck. Where waterfowl hunting is prohibited, but the lunch time, restaurant waiters is also carrying a frozen stiff tear Mao's wild ducks to sell us, saying that fight yesterday.

Once it was dark and the mosquitoes up on the violent. The mosquito is more ferocious than ever people. 11:30 Back to the hotel when the far and near to several Kara ok being shouted themselves hoarse roar.

Have been shouting into the night.

(B)

The morning together, named Xiao Liu waist seems to be more rigid. Fortunately, travel is about to end.

After Kumux, after Toksun County. There is a road is a stone in the walk through the mountains, walking 10 meters on a sharp turn and not far off a landslide on the road, piles of piles of stones seemed to be pouring down from the hillside. 1 The wide dry river bed, has been hovering along the way, you can imagine when it rains the water must be one big, but now doing extremely thorough. Going out of this piece of mountain, there are several slope, fine smooth sand as the snow covered slope from the top of the hill the next. Is the wind moving sand into here.

The noodles Toksun is said to be famous, a roadside cafeteria crowded with Muslims. People who eat all busy schedule, traveling, action rapidly. We are just up near the surface, just so many people together as if they were gone.

The young girl asked Yang baa restaurants: Xinjiang where the fun? Yang baa cited Kanas, Bayinbuluke, Xiaomei disagree: Gold Beach Is not fun? Yang baa a loss for words.

Toksun have had a year not been to a drop of rain recorded.

Difficult for us to experience the least rainfall in this country where people are cherished for such a lake. We are just passing through, skimming over the surface and quickly come and go. From this point of view, a tourist's perspective I am afraid will always be shallow.

16:00 more, and finally to the old Turpan Karez. Doors have a lot of selling dried fruits, which have more selling Phikan shoulder, selling small crafts, stalls selling fake antiques. See, Turpan is a rather high degree of commercial areas. Xiao complained that, in the Turpan Where casual parking is necessary to close a ten to twenty dollars.

We visited the course, only 5000 kilometers to the ground floor of the Great Wall a slice specimen. In a short period of places like the appendix, assemble a large number of tourists. However, it was said than in the new Karez, here regarded as good, at least you see is really left over from the previous wells.

Reportedly, in the Turpan Karez there are not only divided the old and new, Grape Valley also has an old, one new.

Fortunately, Jiaohegucheng had yet to emerge a copy.

We arrived, only 5 points. Turpan in the summer, usually this must be a very hot time, but today the sky is overcast, the temperature is not high.

Greet the eye, is an immature soil yellow, although there is no sun, still glaring Huang, Huang breathtaking. No one Cong Cao, a tree, a piece of tile. Overturned all my ideas about the ruins, the ruins of what I imagine, in a run there are still gentle, there are still letting them silently disappear in death, there is a little slumped, there is a little sad.

This crippled the city grow up from the soil, but also defective in the soil, hard to stand there, if not for people to pay tribute, but to tell people that it wasted step.

In the hot air in the walk through in between layers of ruins, as if walking in the maze of time, if there is no book, pamphlet as well as legislation introduced the Old City on the ground of the monument's guidance, I simply do not recognize that once The courtyards, roads, granaries not recognize the courtyard inside the temple, flue, shrines. In addition to Buddhist temples and government offices, whether those in power or the common people, whether rich or poor, they had a place to live in grinding time, under similar attribution. Those remaining doors, windows without masking the hole open, if you want to talk about something, but also attributable to helpless silence.

From the edge of the city overlooking the go, the city under a lush valley. Many years ago, the city overlooking the people on such a time, and my heart certainly full of joy that is their territory, they are high above, in the 30-meter-high cliff plateau to create a leaf for their own island, a Siege, and the Huns advance and retreat, and the Han envoys deal. They know that there impregnable. East door, take a look at Nazuo is dug in the cliff halfway, the doorway to the bottom of 8 meters, beating the stone doorway at the top is covered with a high platform. What on earth is that building a city?

And even if occasionally be broken, as long as the city is not destroyed, during the long years, is fleeting memories of the war. More real than war, is the daily life bit by bit. From these dense walls, one can imagine the excitement of the year, crowded and noisy, which a family's yard for the settlement had been year after year, echoed the old man's prayers, and the baby's crying.

Those wells 30 meters deep, and some even Youde shining light, the well, the feet are still nest.

Government offices is still the most magnificent places on the ground after a repair, with the walls covered with color similar to brick, the center of town Avenue and East Avenue are also covered with such a brick. The well side of the courtyard there is a channel connected with the living room, allegedly, this is ancient air-conditioning. And a wooden windlass, do not know why it is not well placed in one place.

We turn one, can not find the booklet called "like a hopeless eyes only" baby tomb.

Duan Qiang identical in these features between the walking, as if there is a mysterious power, we will be confused, but also so that we recall with nostalgia the refused to leave.

And as we recall with nostalgia the refused to leave, stay in the administrator along with a backpack meal rebuke young man, Xinancaitai students walking alone on the southern border, has just come from Kashgar. Help each other and photographed. Then, he was a man, and although from time to time is also terrible. Such a city, the loneliness is the best way to face.

The northern end of the city is Tallinn, said there have been 100 small tower surrounded by a large pagoda in the surroundings. Now, only the middle of a large tower still stands, surrounded by only a small tower of the tower base. Tallinn and then the past is an open terrain, it is cross-river's last resting place, seemingly empty ground, hidden underground temple and the car division Tomb.

Only this piece of Muqu, is the only city does not look crowded places.

Illness and death, know they can trust entrusted to the this city, the vicissitudes, do not abandon this city.

Urumqi, as those with a high nose and deep pasture purpose vehicles of others,
Why should a tiny place like a king as part of their city?
Why, to defend in such a neither kinds of crops, animal husbandry, cattle and sheep can not be the place?
Why, the earth's happiness and heavenly visions together to it?
Guessing who is also the mystery.

Edge of a cliff, two atmaca whipped up and down like a kite, like, as if doing a tireless game.

In fact, everything between the earth can not escape famine decadent conclusion. All things have a beginning, there is an end, but, some clear, some fuzzy.

Our last look at is the city's most magnificent buildings - large Buddhist temple. Buddhist temples throughout the Old City center. The rear of the hall in the base for the statue is still, perhaps even a Buddha's body by the people pointing still faintly visible.

(C)

The second day in Turpan, it began to rain, although the idea is more like some mud, but soon there will be a coolness.

Natural to see Sugong tower, Grape Valley. Grape Valley there's really nothing, as usual, to see a sample. However, when we go, just have a bunch of kids singing in the hilltop Lin Zhaoyu loud, perhaps is that the rarity of rain so that they are really happy. As for the Sugong tower, if you want to retain good impression of it or just like to see in the picture. Because of the rain, Huoyanshan no go.

That afternoon, back to Urumqi.

Dabancheng girl on the road to see the statue, said Wang Luobin after a memorial to be built here. Also see a windmill.

Two days later, return to Xiamen.

Author: yangbubu505