White Haba Village and neighboring countries of Kazakhstan, known as the first village of the Northwest. Off-road vehicles in the muddy mountain road travel difficult, windows before a rain and fog blurred, eyes filled with road Zhaxian cattle, horses are running in the roadside camel herders carrying all the belongings, riding a black horse of Tuva family are busy driving cattle and sheep herders to give way, Wong said that this is the master of the transitions of the pastoralists. Dealers gradually away, go back to look at and Rain, the look of melancholy, and his pastoral calm has returned to the cattle and sheep moving towards the vast wilderness ... ...
A few minutes later the car ran over a small stream, white Haba village to go. Everyone moved to the rain luggage cabin accommodation, under the rain attributes actually enjoy greater excitement in talking about the weather a little dazed. Do not want to rain after a while I gradually became close to live, and at the moment, everyone is overjoyed to see the Sheep-like howl as Elang the exit.
Sun chose the most appropriate time according to our mind, this understanding let me still full of thanksgiving for God's sake! White Haba favor of the United States only to those on foot, every point of every corner of its fascinating scenery, from the huts out of that moment on, I sensed that she was destined to conquer the hearts of our different!
After the rain is particularly the quiet village, on the road almost no visitors, high terrain west, overlooking the small village, you can see all kinds of wooden huts in villages scattered in the golden poplars, the cattle and sheep on the grass around the village leisure of grazing, occasional herdsman riding horses Dawan slowly through it, the distant snow-capped mountains ... well ... a solemn and quiet serene village one autumn scenery!
Walks away from muddy trails in the rain, the wandering people moving everywhere golden leaves inexplicable. Turn the one golden poplars, two parallel streams suddenly leap into sight, pastoralists people's fence just to separate them, the two herdsmen were the river, saw wood, a push-pull between the heaven and earth YO! You Yuan peaceful feeling condensation of steps, leaning against the fence the edge of distant snow-capped mountains clouds wound in silence!
A long time, think of us take a look at the border have gone through a single-plank bridge, the unauthorized climbing of the fence, next door to the shepherd herdsman family in order to howl that the position of its anger, until we looked at Fang Ming-Jin withdraw troops fled in panic. Road, between the suddenly see the light suddenly, followed by towering snow-capped mountains, in front of a vast expanse of grassland. A tractor blocking the way ask for directions, enthusiastic driver Tuva people say, "This road is far in the village and another 40 minutes on the road to the border," and willing to carry us back to the village.
Intense adventure journey tractor started. In addition to grab the railing outside, everyone is allowed to sit. However, such longitudinal count, each time through the quagmire, or a small puddles, and everyone still extremely tense quiet prayer Do not get into real trouble. When cornering, even the drivers to free a hand to seize the railing fixed itself, but I simply do a good job of ideological preparation of the roll-over. Sense of humor drivers actually stopped at a large puddle in, he turned to say "come, get off." Wen Yan everyone to see in the water of the Central, I wonder if there is not thought出淤泥而不染Lotus, all of them scared Huarong eclipsed. "Conspiracy to succeed," the driver of the tractor again, and after several bumps tests, we have finally reached the safe return of the village, looking at all relieved, yet triumphant look, the driver is smiling happy than we do.
In accordance with the driver pointing us go west, or a prairie. Moving, sudden large flying cloud, such as candid mirror-like hooded us and then, like hail the size of corn kernels, like eradication of demon-like non-stop beating our heads, jingling sound, we have been this "mishaps "Well fought crooked smile a hip. The village is still distant sunshine has really rain west of the east at sunrise! Laughter at the border like God descending like a road block, however, salute only when the Karma does not know that the border is the will not go.
We re-forest to the east of the village went. The forest a few winding creek in the random map for the golden Young mixed with some thick woods, green cedar, scenery very quiet and deep. The journey of the most romantic scenes in this scene: overlooking a blue sky, snow-capped peaks, mountain tops, the wind blowing a while, surrounded by golden-clear and colorful birch leaves, if the 10 million butterflies fluttering in the carnival ... .... until the smoke curl rising, we took intoxicated with the dream, and accompanied by grazing cattle and sheep owned by the journey home! That night, the stars bright, the Big Dipper, Milky Way the number of first-line ... ... I like the stars back to the childhood night!
Author: xiaoao
