Some people say that white Haba is a "fairy tale world." I do not think that white Haba has not so fairy tale. The ups and downs of history, it has gone through hundreds of years.

Some people say that white Haba is "Xanadu." And I see that the winds are blowing in modern white Haba. A daily car, the white Haba connected with the outside world, white Haba had been "outside world" is no longer.

If not then the "fairy tale" not so "outside world", white Haba's picturesque, idyllic scenery is still as it is. This point, been afraid of white people who would Haba think so. So I prefer to white Haba as idyllic pastoral village.

8:30, I stood Kanas River bridge, yesterday promised to send me to a white Haba Kazakh youth have missed appointments. I looked at the direction of the sky and white Haba mountains, wondering how to go on foot. White Haba here to straight-line distance of 18 kilometers and distance no more than 25 kilometers. There are more than 10 hours away from the dark to four kilometers per hour terms, to arrive by dark white Haba any problem.

Drove to a motorcycle in front of a small group to me Twas Kanjia, 110 per sent, I agreed.

Motor took me towards Tuva's wooden base, wooden spire and wooden fence next to the Ye-Ye brilliance in the sun and very beautiful. Kanas river in wooden huts next to the singing, the river Tengqi bursts of indistinct indistinct clouds. Tuva Fellow put onto the side of the motor, windshield replaced with motorized vehicles, wear helmets, carrying me and my luggage, and FengChiTianXia went out like lightning.

Looking back on fairy Bay, is still a mist-shrouded, such as a horizontal white clouds in the valley.

Motorcycle opened quickly on both sides of the grass around the forest call Lara in passing, see the grass on the cattle and sheep, shepherds and yurt.
Motorized access to a primitive woods. Trees in the woods and seven horizontal eight down, motor through the fallen trees, jumping to move forward.

To know the name of this Tuva small group, called Ren-Jie.
Turned to a woods, jump off a hill, a large ranch is now front of the green pasture, covered with rice-like sheep. (Oh, rice, sprinkled with the most appropriate to describe the so-called clouds, which was to Yanger all together and walk together before they can as the clouds, such a scenario, pasture rare.)

Ren stopped the car, to the Shelter Solutions End hand, while pointing to mention trousers distant mountain side, said that Kazakhstan, the foot of the mountain to which the forest is the national boundaries. Heard that the country saw the line, I hurriedly pulled out a camera, shoot a good meal.

Ren re-launching motor, I see him on the wrist, carved a heart, above wearing an arrow, there is a row of the following dates. I smiled and said: Hey, how, lovelorn it? Ren-low a voice, it is not. I have violated any law, sub-contractors over torture, sentenced that day is my unforgettable day. That night, I carved a heart is with the arrow written on that date, I would never make again. I looked at the small group this honest, thinking, Sweet Basil prodigal son.

Motorcycle whistling washed down the hills and enter a woods, crossed the woods of a stream, cross the stream, the motor several times almost flameout.

Eventually, the motor has crossed a creek, Meng's stopped, we have them in a village.

This is the white Haba.

White Haba (9 / 5)

This is a pastoral world.
The village house is all-wood house. The high top, human shape of the legislation forward, in the sunlight, shining. Room walls, the plain wood, rows of. Village, a dirt road is the village road, roadside birch in the wind the sound of Susu, the villagers of courtyards, stacked with piles of logs, from time to time there are herdsmen riding ran from the village, in addition to fetching water for women , few people walk.

Into a people, to lay down their backpacks, stay there.
This is a wood yard. Wooden fence around the yard, the house is a wooden ride, and a typical wooden house, bottom cushion with stones and surrounded by the walls of logs Dacheng, logs a root placed horizontally stacking up, they became the side of the wall. Four corners of the logs from both sides of the wall relative to embedded, Elephant Man's hand-phase plug, leaving a long section of wood in the wall. The roof is covered with logs. Logs gap with grass and gray seal, it becomes Dongnuanxialiang cottage. Inside there is a firewall, can withstand outside forty to fifty degrees below zero cold. The roof is to use two pieces of wood take the shape of the spire for adults, angle is very steep, with winter snow sliding down along the steep roof to ensure that the squatters will not be pressed collapsed. There is no gable roof, empty roof, summer and autumn just drying things. Where pastoralists, every single home is such a house, the same, there is a wooden fence surrounded the yard.

The courtyard ran a number of feeding the hens, rooster. Here chicken heads large, strong and powerful, full of energy, running up and Footloose.
Owner of the window in front of the house, planted two Wai flowers, surrounded with Mulan, and very pretty. Throughout the courtyard looked like a typical Russian style. The chicken coop behind the house as big as a doghouse.

The village road, from time to time, or Tuva Kazakh man riding a horse ran, a, and 32, and Jian Zhao I, everyone smile, leaving a Hanshi smiles, they look good riding posture , it is easy, the horses is that their means of transport, like the town bicycle, everyone has, no horses, but also what is called the pastoralists.
Village, no electricity, no telephone, no radio, no television, no running water, the villagers were fetching water in the village and the spring to eat.

Here inhabited by Kazakhs in Mongolia and Tuva, the former accounting for about 70%, which is about 30%. Twa Legend has it that Genghis Khan the Mongol armies westwards at Kanas region left over from an old and sick of the team, a close relative marry serious, it is only a few hundred of people.

White Haba surrounded by mountains, jungle-covered mountain behind the mountain peaks can be seen. Across the wide mountains of Kazakhstan, the mountain is not a hair of Health. Down the mountain forest in the river, is the frontier, from the village, less than one kilometer. The village people, the rise every day, we see the opposite side of the mountains. Mongolian village, the village primary school flagpole, stands at a primary school playground on the look of Kazakhstan, raising the national flag, the background is the mountains of Kazakhstan. Magnificent, but not their homeland.

The village of the mountain, one of several low hills, the hills, the spilled some shepherd's huts and livestock ring. There are a block enclosed by fencing of the wheat.
Village on the slopes, touch of walls, fences, the stands a tall observation tower, lookout tower on the bright side floating five-star red flag, very bright. This is the third person white Haba - border posts and border connection.
Border sentry post on the day and night to monitor the border of the dynamic and static.

Here the location of almost rooster tail feathers in China, the most northern, white Haba so called "Northwest first village", border posts have also been known as "Northwest first whistle."

Idyllic pastoral village (9 / 5)

I walked wandered on the road in the village.

A calf came with open legs, urinating in the creek in the brawl, over, towards me, "Momo" Liang Sheng, as in the fractious.

Road on both sides of birch leaves began to yellow, the wind come. Su Su creaked. Ground under the trees, one of Pseudostellaria Ju Han Tai can shake a flash, looked at his head falling leaves, the lower body, bending over to pick up a leaf, clumsy threw it on, to see if it will fly up into Yeer on the ground, the children adept to stir, Feng ER swept away the leaves, the children stayed. On seeing me, shining with a strange vision, Yi Liuyan hide in the house, Pa peek in the door.

Next to the courtyard, a Kazakh child, holding an ax forced firewood, kids pedal boots, a Rattus, the shirt labeled node, do the belly, exposing a belly Wai. His thin figure holding ax, I really worry that he would drag down an ax.

The foot of a wall of a wooden, Liang Zhao a few pairs of shoes, red, green, good-looking, about girls.

Under the fence, a few hens in the Xun Shi, a rooster, "giggle," cried, desperately Bazhe soil, next to a white rooster, Rooster independent one leg stood, majestic glance all around, as if their protectors hen .

The village came a few woman, see I had a camera, they cover their face and like to avoid like a flashlight, one will be, playing not beat, then turn shouted in protest.

A tractor parked inside the compound, as well as sledge, and many yards piled wood, emissions very neat.

Almost all of the compound on both the livestock shed piled high haystack, haystack yards very beautiful, round, pointed roof, with Shepherd being used Chazi grass to the haystack on the fork.

The village is very quiet, from time to time the calls came several more cock, and the ox has long moo called, is even more evident the village leisurely, calm, and tranquility.

I walked toward the mountain, the mountain there are some wooden house, but there are more fences, and some barriers are several hundred meters long, winter, here think it is full of livestock Wai.

Fence adjacent to a large cage, closed several head of deer, wild deer are not Ao and training of the expression jie, eyes full of anger of looking outside, off to their cages particularly solid.

Banpo party walked beside the stone, sit down, point a cigarette, to savor the surrounding scenery.

2 Mavericks walked over to eat at my side drafting, while grazing, while in a friendly manner with clear eyes looked at me, our eyes in the exchange. Mavericks came to my side, I gently stroked the calf's forehead, grazing ox voices clearly heard.

Right now the scene is very beautiful, Tuva's sharp wooden gracefully scattered in a hillside of white birch trees in wooden huts next to the flow of the spire. Huts between the horse relaxed eating grass, this scene is familiar, as if seen by the photo on the Internet. Should be filmed right here.

And then walk up the hill to the top of the hill. From the camera to see inside, opposite the tower guards are also looked to my side, I waved to the guards, then sit down. The mountain woods, take off all the underwear, Tuo Lexie socks, wearing pants, walked barefoot in the woods of the grass. Feet skateboarding, the itch for.

Across the mountains of Kazakhstan on the sight. A tree, quietly standing on the hillside.

2 Ma Tuozhao two women slowly onto the hill, the women are Chuaizhe a chest Waer, horse with a woman, from a long period of walking in front of my past, lost in the back of the cove.

As if frozen in time here, like, people in a leisurely, relaxed state of comfortable living with.

There is no tension in the city's hustle and bustle, no work pressure, there is no pressure from their superiors, there is no unemployment, laid-off concerns. Herders raise livestock for their livelihood, their sunrise and sunset in summer nomadic winter break. They calm, tranquil, at ease, they are their own masters.

For them, the "globalization" and "911", as if the outer planet thing. They live in leisurely, this leisurely transmission is also me.

There is no modern civilization, is not happy, not happy?

In the herders face, and I clearly saw a happy pupil of the eye and a brilliant smile, to see life should be easy and vitality.

I have seen many wealthy bosses, they are racking their brains, offer all kinds of calculations, all day long to live in anxiety, worry, and even fear, but they are not happy, is not happy.

I have seen many white-collar workers, they often calculated on how to curry favor with their superiors, how to intrigue the climb, their worries, desires, lots, they are not happy, is not happy.

No, trying to get the; there, and would like to always clutching in his hands. Such a person, such life, can we not tired? Compared to these happy herders, they even felt sorry for.

Modernization? Modernization is really give people happiness and bring happiness? Modern life is really the pursuit of life's ultimate goals?

I looked across the mountains of Kazakhstan, any thoughts flying.

... ...

Like a modern myth in general to create endless new products in almost unrestrained stimulate people's desire to encourage people's vanity. In order to keep up with "modernization" of the steps, to be "modern" material, to enjoy a modern lifestyle, people have an input in a crazy "money movement", like a head of the donkey blindfolded, life-long in the making of money The pull-disc grinding.

The means become an end. The master becomes the slave. A modern extension of people's organs, but in the stifling people's hearts. The cities of loneliness and the nature of the bright, contrasting be so clear-cut.

Happiness lies not in way of life does not lie in a modern way of life. Where pastoralists, led a nomadic way of life, their lives at ease, contentment, calm and happy, who says that they are not happy?

Where is happiness? Well-being in mind. To meet, in the state of mind. Once you are satisfied with everything, thank God for you all, including the beautiful and not beautiful, you will easily in happiness.

Laidback approach to life, adaptable, nice to everyone, to treat all around, you're in bliss.

Windy, and wear clothes, to continue to quietly sit quietly enjoying the tranquility here.

Leisure What is this? Leisure is a kind of beauty, a pleasure.

A cup of tea and slowly, slowly light up a cigarette, slowly Zhui on a wine lover and slowly stroked the arm ... ...

I do not know if all of this, a bunch of rapid movements after what will be fun?

Slow is also a kind of beauty.

When you slow the pace of life, when the United States will come to your side.

As the sun sets, oblique to the sun as a huge color brush, gently, and the hills were a smear of white Haba golden.

I slowly walked down the hill.

The sun slowly drop, white Haba sky, the passing of Phantom, extremely gorgeous.

No dispute is happiness.
Author: ncmg