1 Urumqi station, flew into a whirlpool of chaos. Soliciting - hotels soliciting, soliciting travel agencies, taxi soliciting, and asked whether or not to vote, hawkers, and out of station, bus stop ... ... CMB walk through the crowd, shouts, cries, horn sound, sound into one, vehicles, people crowded in a mess.

Station is the city's windows, Urumqi railway station is being rebuilt, causing some confusion is understandable. But what I find disturbing is not the surface of the confusion, but confusion in the eyes of the kind of people eyes, the kind of people eyes extremely disturbing, especially from Qinghai and Gansu over, used to seeing the honest eyes of calm and serenity, phase By contrast, still strong.

This look is full of apathy, greed, desire, vanity, anxiety and the number is also filled with a trace of evil.

Many people's eyes swimming with that vision.

This vision, a stranger. In Shanghai, Beijing and Guangzhou on the streets, often can be seen that vision. In the coffee shop, bar, disco dance halls and nightclubs, there are always can be seen that vision. However, the number of mainland cities of those eyes, and conceal some of convergence, while in Urumqi, in some people's eyes, this look is so wanton wild and bare and straightforward.

Jian Zhao of that vision, one can determine, here is an urbanized city, it has all the conveniences of cities, both cities all the ugly!

Some dimensions of people's eyes are equally uncomfortable, arrogant, greedy, brutal, and domineering, stubborn, carved in their face, their dissatisfaction, anger excess surplus in the pupil where, even though they did not make any move, many years of experience in Let me from their eyes and see their inner mind.

The city's homeless are also a lot of loss, anxiety, desire the same expression was revealed in their eyes. Said some mainland laborers into exile in Xinjiang, Xinjiang is sparsely populated and the best hiding place criminals, who know that the transport hub of Urumqi, the number of offenders in the transfer, in hiding, in the walk. They walk in the streets, that vision can we not do is full of fear, as well as ferocious?

Even though some women were also infected with the like, as long as you pay attention to their eyes, the kind of vanity, anxious, eager, greedy attitude of making their voice heard.

The eyes are the window the soul, but also the city's window.

This is a very real is my impression at first glance in Urumqi. Maybe I just came Qinghai and Gansu, where the simple kindness of the folk customs of my mind is still printed, contrast, was especially strong. I do not deny the spirit of the Urumqi urban construction and the construction of major achievements, but also inadvertently hurt Urumqi majority of the members of the public good and honest, but I insist, at least in my opinion, the streets of Urumqi, flashing a look of this terrible already become a Urumqi erase a landscape. This landscape, in Qinghai, Gansu, is never difficult to see.

I decided to leave Urumqi in Urumqi, the fastest speed to leave, it seems that the moment do not want to see this piece of landscape.

Nianzigou station, bought a ticket to the Ili, then fled in Urumqi.

Pine Head Night (2002/8/25)

Out of Urumqi, straight highway be displayed in front of a beautiful road flanked by tall poplars and fields of crops. Here, to Shihezi, to Kuytun is rich northern areas. Tianshan snow, feeding the land.

I take the bus to the Ili high-speed luxury, spacious, clean, bright. Road on both sides of the scene was still beautiful, tall poplar, rows, like soldiers Tingzhao chest, stand in the fields.

Kuitun off, and both sides of the green has become desolate Gobi Desert. On the right is the vast boundless desert a thousand miles on the left is the magnificent Tianshan mountain peaks and white glittering in the sun. All the way road, saying it was leading to Sailimu Lake tourist highway. Road here than the mainland more convenient, there is no land acquisition relocation of the tired, there is no off hilltops suffer bridge, blowing in the Gobi Desert bulldozed into a road-like, poured into the asphalt.

Gobi Desert with some long yellow grass, reportedly called Haloxylon grass, very strong vitality, and its roots can be rolling to the ground tens of meters deep. Gobi are all full of this grass.

West Ramp sun gradually, slowly falls under the peaks of the west. Dusk, the front left side of the Tianshan Mountains, like a smoke endless landscape ink painting picture, turns to take away the car. I asked the guy next to joke that if the film on the hundreds of the Tianshan Mountains in a row photos, even up, painted pictures on the Great Hall of the Office of Xinjiang, China must have treasure.

Car electronic form has been shown 21:02, and the window was a bright, no dark meaning.

Finally dark days down, the car began to climb all the way uphill, bus marked thicken the sound of the motor. On the road, a lorry was us to go beyond, after all, we have a strong motor, or else, what is also called high-speed luxury buses.

Exposed in front of a light, young man sitting next to me told me that this place is called a station, the above there are two sets of three. Three highest, three Haizi is Sailimu Lake.

I heard that Sailimu Lake, then staring and asked the driver could get off at the Sailimu Lake. Driver said yes, but where the accommodation is very expensive, a yurt to Five, six yuan a night.

I decided to get off Sailimu Lake.

To the three (this is the only way the Qing Dynasty in the Tianshan Mountains on the depot is located, sub-units known as the one two three), the darkness, saw Sailimu Lake and ambiguous are not clear, I am anxious crying off . The driver said, in no hurry, I put you on the head under the pine trees, where the hotel more.

Bus to a pine tree head, the vast night, I have a man out of the car, standing in a completely strange place.

Soon surrounded by a group of people to, with a homogeneous ethnic minorities, loud noises, scrambled for them I live in yurts. The one hand I refuse to on the one hand there is light the hotel went well on its way. A voice from the crowd squeezed Wai came: "This band, which did not know I nag, and I live in this, 30 yuan!" I looked at this guy, middle-aged, separately, a little look like cadre, a makes sense of security. Nag me tapped on the shoulder and said, "go." Nag Eurya on my rucksack, yurts Lake went well on its way.

Nag's home has two yurts, a special kind of hotel guests to use, one for themselves.

Into the yurt, Maradona said that today business is bad, there is only one person you live. I went into the empty yurts, but also follow up two herders dressed person, one young, one middle-aged, middle-aged stout physique, looks ugly, a bright scar on his forehead. I wonder if they do, the mind a bit wary. (Later know. They want me to rent the next day they Maji) talked for two and think in such a strange place, or should TOWN them. So with a smile and they make a gesture of Shou Jin, young people up, no response, it was I have toppled, and is not satisfied, again a bureau, but also the same. That middle-aged Han also eager to, I let him up, as he's red in the face, I locked him Banxia 123, and the two Municipal Councils tutte. He looked at me, mouth whispers say; you studied martial arts, you must have studied martial arts. I just laughed off the language.

To nag the yurts, see a TV and VCD, Bian Qiang Xining to buy two CDs of the Koran VCD CD-ROM out of yurts sounded receive voice chanting the Koran, I heard chanting, the people next door yurts have rushed to the scene pious front of the television, several of the old man rising to Changran flowing to, we got up and greeted. I gave them a dish nag.

One o'clock to power outage, I went back to his yurt. Nag account for me, things do not put yurts corner at night to prevent people from reaching the outside come in to steal. I heard a little bit of terror to the old horse had a long candle to the point on the table. Nag me the sheet to the window Yan Shang, they went out.

Empty yurts, I am the only one person.

Heart straight music, tour of travel time to pick are very good.

Locked the door, put all the blankets are stacked together, in yurts and the middle and became a "fortifications", got into this "fortifications", a knife on the ear.

Electricity, and candle lighting in the yurts shake pull. Blues Wong, Mandala Ju quiet, not far from the lake heard the faint sound of sniffing the damp air from the conclusion that it is quietly slipped in under the door.

A person, supine forward, thus elatedly of looking at the yurt roof.

Xinjiang's first night is spent this way.

Author: ncmg