Yang Lin is a night bus on a berth to the Qinghe knowledge.

The sleeper bus to the Qinghe scheduled for 19:00 start, driving is a middle-aged and one young man. Middle-aged quiet, small squint, back some bow, a fade fade to look like fat boy Pier, strong, energetic, a strong contrast between the two. Fellow passengers collected votes, went to take stand on the register. Middle-aged man crouched under the car, Gong Zhaobei, take root in the ground and draw wire pulling.

Time earlier than the car, and I am a little anxious, I got asked the driver, over point of why not to drive. Middle-aged drivers, hesitated a moment, stammered to say that many people, have to wait a little longer. A girl came asking car, middle-aged drivers blush, shy girl answered the question, it appears that this is a sticky ambiguous, three sticks not fart guy.

Car opened, the middle-aged drivers holding the steering wheel, Gong Zhaobei, sitting cab, like a farmer, a pair of eyes squint looking at the front could not open.

I slept in the door right at the first position, the cab situation is viewed clearly.

Car mostly countryman, was packed with very, very foul air, the car was broken. Opened up, the engine Kaka's ring, I have some regrets, to the county's car, in the end than to the city car. Chinese people have always been hierarchical, this car has also been infected like.

既来之,则安之. I meditation to right: "All are the best ... ...", in "all are the best" and recite, the carriage of the smell, it actually does not stink, then I sleep in the past.

Eyes open, has been in the desert among the shining lights in front of the road, run fast.

This is a large desert gurban tunguu.

Desert, on a bright moon hanging.

Came a bunch of cry, the night sounds especially loud. Hastened to stop. After the young man jumped out to the car running, a while back that there are group of tourists, want to ride the child. Looking at middle-aged drivers hesitation over the train, saying: forget it. Small group with a door, car again and ran away. I think tonight was guilty of this group of visitors suffered.

Retribution indeed come. Are sleep daze, I feel wrong, open your eyes, hear the engine crews to a roar, and the car has less than two kilometers per hour speed of the road creeping OK!

Halo! ... ...

The back of the car a cars got past. There was another call, then another group of tourists sitting in the car to the side of a loud laugh.

Is still a look of earnest middle-aged driver into the steering wheel lowers, so that cars slowly creeping line, it looked as if he had to drive fast and without a trace of worry look. Curse of the sentence, my heart, "wood!" Here there are six or seven hundred kilometers, so climb, climb up and when? As a result, could not resist asking a few words, he just replied: "ah", ask, or "ah." I am anxious, and a muttered Lu out of bed, "This is not a way to climb, the total of the repair over and then let's go." Middle-aged drivers side stuck to answering the question "well good." May be busy or not urgent, put the steering wheel, it lowers putting the cart before slowly creeping line.

Touch such a person is not there some way, but in the middle-aged drivers, submissive response, I felt a kind of generous and helplessness, their long years of sports car, after all, must have experience, they should know how to do. With this in mind, I lay in bed.

Car is still slowly creeping.

Confused I do not know how long, appeared in front of lights, a roadside town, there are repair shops. Visitors are out of the car, went to eat. Car repair shop poured into the middle-aged driver poured 45 also failed to get cars to pour, I looked at him, and shook his head.

Car repaired. The original car's rear-wheel to be a big problem, can not open, able to open to this already very good. I understand Cuoguai the driver, and some guilt.

Start the car again, and kick into gear run fast, middle-aged drivers holding the steering wheel, never seems amused pair could not open eyes, looking at the headlights light up the road in the past.

Headlamps, the wild Mongolian gazelle from time to time passing.

He is Yang Lin.

Yang Lin - 2 (2002/8/29)

At dawn, the front of the traffic jam, saying that road, you may repair to the dark. Yang Lin, and boys talk a bit and decided to detour to go.

Young man on the driver's seat, the steering wheel a turn, then down the road, cars on the road bumps in the soil, which is a desert area in the hills, ups and downs in the car, as in walking through the stormy sea, man heavy lifting, but also heavy throwing to. Who stumbled over cars, no one sleep. We pay close attention to stand around and let your body dangling.

Half an hour later, open back roads, the car has steadily Dangdang forward.
Qinghe in front of the picturesque. My name is urgency, took out the camera off a sweep.

Yang Lin lean on the engine side, and asked me to Qinghe Gansha. I said look at three Haizi. He said the three had Haizi season, and now to see it. I am very disappointed. He asked if I would like to where to go, I said Altay. He said that happened, they are Altay team, which car to Qinghe Altay on the back. I am overjoyed and feel that the people quite good.

At noon, to the Qinghe, passengers down the. Off when an old man in Sichuan, a mouthful Kawaoto, "Ching Ho" "Jinghe," said the unknown, Yang Lin said, here is Qinghe, you go to Qinghe, right here, under the Jinghe, it also sat down Urumqi, sit 1000 kilometers, 2000 kilometers away from this will do. An old man, in panic. Finally, find out that he is not the Qinghe Jinghe, old man's eyes to recover the eyes.

After lunch (and accurate, is that breakfast) after the return to Altay, only four people on board. Two drivers, a beautiful girl and me.

Guy on the Yang Lin said, you Xieyi Xia, and I'll open. Yang Lin hesitated a moment (he seems to always hesitating), said that, or me, please. Spoke to got into the cab. Yang Lin looked full of bloodshot eyes and looked weary night, I am a little touched.

Vehicles on the road ran, small group, and pretty girls tune with a smile, I sat next to the engine Yang Lin, side by side looking at the road ahead.

Fellow finally tired, fall issue of intermittent snoring.

Another road in front of the car stopped a long list. Yang Lin ran in front of a bowed head will come back to repair this road I do not know when.

A mini-van over, the driver was a cowboy-type guy.

Fellow the sunglasses off, looked at the road, it bravely, courageously had his mini-truck loaded with goods, opened down the road, alone in the wilderness to find a way. Fully loaded car in the wild west Akira Lane East, shaking, almost overturned several times. Drivers on the road shouting: "This is the guy to life!" Small group left to right Akira Akira obstinately car drove into the hilly, and soon disappeared.

One, there is the second. Have the driver go, and then swayed a car go on a one disappeared in the hilly roadside in.

Yang Lin wither wither and stand side of the road looking at a one car away Bu Zhisheng, which is a bus, not trucks, nor car. Yang Lin squat roadside, pondering what the blinking eyes.

I walked over and said, can open the past. Yang Lin said no, too dangerous. Looked like he was faltering, I walked away and no longer speak.

Also a car behind one go, and the rest of our bus at the roadside innocently's standing a vehicle to open the car in the past seemed to silently ridicule Yang Lin, ridicule of his incompetence, he did not like the mockery男人. Yang Lin's face was a little embarrassed, he was aware, and self-esteem challenged.

Finally, Yang Lin voiced his fears, he was worried that when the next road. Cars will be below the road at Tai Mei try to jack up the road, because the big end of a long bus. I said okay, cushion some of the stones on the line (I am not wait immediately left.), Spoke on the dry up.

Yang Lin finally got into the cab, the car had come from the highway. In the next road moment, it is very tall front.

Yang Lin sat in the high cab, the car down, my car staring at the rear of tension. Fortunately, Tai Mei did not come across highways. But the front, but was inserted into the inside of the front of loess. Extremely critical! Calling such withstood the front, rear stuck the car on the move incredible!

At this time, I saw Yang Lin angry staring eyes, like a tiger (his small eyes are totally blind Zheng Yuan of!), He's the name of fast-steering wheel, the rapid shift, movement of skilled fast, the car moving around violently arch, with the a burst of roaring motors, suddenly out of the car, drive out of this dangerous place.

I jumped onto the car, happy, and Lin Yang patted hands. Yang Lin is also very excited, this time, Yang Lin spirits, Muguangjiongjiong, struggling to the name of the steering wheel, is like a changed man, I looked at him in amazement.

Bus Lane in the difficult hilly bumps ahead. This is a desert area where the hilly, a seat hills, boundless head, the top of the car for a while to climb hills, while falling into the low hills. Filled the dust flying in the car. Car like the sea of the leaf ark, bumps to move forward. Compartment, the shaking of a ground mineral water bottles, discarded plastic bags and newspapers, Feng ER blown into plastic bags and paper inside the back, roll to make a pile. I closed the windows one by one, and then firmly tied tight rope and a backpack. Car violent jolt, as if the storm inside sailing the sea, we, like the crew of a group through thick and thin.

Yang Lin is like when the ship's helmsman, eyes bright and piercing, look up to the front, action, self-confident and decisive. This time, Yang Lin, filled with energy, yesterday, that the faltering, wither wither murky, Yang Lin vanished.

Hills where there is no road, the car in front of Wayfinding rut leads to all directions, each had their own systems. Yang Lin holding the steering wheel, straining bulging, carefully identify the direction and path of the car behind a billowing smoke. Really strange, and every time a rut of the fork junction, Yang Lin did not hesitate a bit to open decisively passed several times I was afraid he prescribed the wrong result, once Yes, he really OK.

Finally out of the hilly, came to the Gobi Desert. Yang Lin broken shoes tight step throttle, as if should just hold your breath the whole of the hilly spreading out deep hum of the bus shouted, in the expanse of the Gobi Desert on the way mad rush, rushed into the rear of the dust of the day!

This is absolutely a beautiful landscape! A painting full of color ads in the yellow bus in the endless Gobi Desert all the way Hurricane!

Yang Lin at this time is like a racing driver, like a jockey, visual front, the name of the steering wheel quickly, behavior self-confident, decisive, clear-cut, no trace of hesitation.

I think I only know him!

This is the real Yang Lin, a real driver of Yang Lin in Xinjiang, a desert of modern rider Yang Lin.

In the Yang Lin's shoulders, I saw the shadow of countless drivers in Xinjiang, who day and night in various parts of the shuttle in Xinjiang, travel extensively, hard-working, day and night they are associating with the Gobi desert, with sand as partners, they are the real masters of the Gobi, they is the real desert rider!

Every day, every night, everywhere in Xinjiang mountains, each piece of the Gobi Desert, there are these modern rider figure. They fear no hardship and fear sand, without fear of snow, regardless of severe cold and heat, regardless of day and night, year round in the rush all over Xinjiang. It was with their presence, the vast Xinjiang was full of vitality.

In the speeding car, hanging windows on the auspicious red knot in constant swing. Looking at auspicious knot, I suddenly felt Zheliang dilapidated old car warm up and become their friends as if it gone through hardships to the wind, rain go. It is in poor condition, is so natural, it's a matter of course, this worn-out, as if it is an arduous testimony, as if a proud, like soldiers in war-torn uniforms, and the farmer sweat soaked clothes. By contrast, those traveling on the highway has become a luxury carts down a beautiful aristocratic lords. And it, but like a hard life in battles with civilians. (- A kind of feeling I never had.)

Classic car running, and finally on the asphalt road.

Fuyun before. Wide right in our Pentium Irtysh River, the river is green reeds and tall birch. Beitun had experienced, beautiful girl out of the car, waving to the guy driving.

Plants back, cattle and sheep back, white birch beckons to us.

Altay up.

YANG they want to go back to the fleet.

We bid farewell to each other, get along with just one day, like Jing Xiang together for a long time. I took out the money to pay the fare, they are not strong.

Camera, leaving behind only a photo.

Author: ncmg