Fly Urumqi, crashed into the city's mortal has been a long time, I still could not calm to return to the force of gravity, with a total struggle, as though there is some miss, involving heart, if the mysterious silk faint pain; it seems that there is a sound, Since the west, the direction of Yang Guan and then drifting westward, in the ears Whisper.
Hasa Li, Ha Sali. That and I sat on horseback with the Kazakhs boys kept reciting the words, this time as a curse, electro-optic Perak moment, my back among the northern segment of the time ... ...
1, the most western of the Stars
Lazy morning at the White Hart Burqin small family hotel bed, there are different places to accent the door greeted each other on the door I am the only voice of a person's breath. Natural waking up, Viva happiness.
Some people knock on the door hurried to get up to go after white-Haba village, northwest of the village first car out on time, no one is willing to so lazy girl.
White Deer mother personally do jam snack Fragrance Spreading thousands of miles, Unfortunately, I flew directly from the bedside to the board, was captured down to take pictures of White Deer arm around my shoulder my mother say that you do not eat breakfast, how lines, uncomfortable, or do not like eat? I vaguely between the collar Issey Miyake perfume secret hair force, for this fragrance tortured his own stomach, my mother in any case not understand.
Along the way there are transitions of the pastoralists, a camel horses, a flower of the Yanger and shepherd at home looking for found settled; lost when nomads settled with crispy sweet and tender barsac hospitality We, in good faith with the undefended smiling in no doubt that among the highlights; bumps, sometimes the same wilderness of Africa, sometimes bright yellow of the birch-contracting, if Switzerland, and Kazakhstan at the foot of the border river quietly flowing, you do not say, who knows it is the dividing line between the two countries do? River's cross-strait Kazakhs have lived millennia, if not minutes then?
Days, dusk, and finally allowed to enter the already filled with "Zhangqiangduanbao" white Haba, in the hands of Sony, Body Leiruo p10 is simply a tripod feet than others but also humble, I immediately gave up a photographer with the 3000 shooting a sunset with the concept think, to find a fire Zheng-Wang Department, Kazakhstan, handsome look carefully roasted sheep hoof.
Sunset, Star quietly filled the night, so night as bright crystal black velvet, a low, cold ground pressure down.
Sitting in the barn before the stakes on the distribution of land at the foot of the black soft grass hay and horse manure, a natural fragrance brand, the rise of the stars. It was carefully explained constellation of knowledge, saying that the star the star's name, I would not listen. Each person's soul is different, each eye sees the world not the same, I am willing to Altair is called Valentine's stars, the legendary children a woman is a blooming rose 2 stars; Vega? If Cowboy is really as good as I am more willing to let Weaver has nothing to do with him, wait until I become a star when you call me for Valentine's lover Star Bar ... ...
Fool's fantasy. Madding crowd, lies the city people have grown used to, the rise also see glimpses of different scenes in the city neon moon. Occasionally self-imposed exile to this quiet village in the pure, looking upward, and the number of stars, the excitement, can you hold back do not jump for joy, but also could not help but smile innocently chewing his fingers.
Lovers, saying that a good number of one star will be pro-look, so lingering Sishou is also inseparable from his life.
I can think of the most romantic thing to do because they gently hugged in the cold dark night, the starlight, Directors of your hand, and grow old with you.
Second, foreign land is also home
Hometown called Mongolia, Shuiliao to thousands of miles away a fantastic lake, even there is a Mongolian name, "Kanas" This source so that I immediately smell the taste of home, standing on the bridge to do deep breathing with your eyes, green color milk texture, lively lake meandering under the swaying wooden bridge. Kanas, must be separated for a long time the mysterious Mongolian princess, wearing a green veil millennium, only to pay tribute hometown Yan Yan, green grassland.
Kanas has become too well known today, each yurt is a path filled with high-heeled shoes for every one of the tourists, and a far cry from the imagination. Was required to take a coach to climb slowly, and the roads bustling crowd rushing, rushed Guan Yu Ting see big redfish, fleet mermaid and the flash of excitement. Went quiet office, a dodge, we bid farewell to coach down in their own way down the mountain on foot, because the wooden stairs covered with yellow leaves and all over the mountain birch be called temptation. Shi Ji-down, there is snow pressure on the branches, with leaves colorful dance, a length dead trees slanting to sit on the steps next to inadvertently when the bird flew over the treetops, in the left ear, the voice of flying ... ... to reach the foot of the sun long side of the mountain to rest, hanging in the bright fortnight Shucha Shang, red nocturnal people smile, children, foot the leaves like thick carpets, soft Xuan lack flexibility, talk and laugh a certain moment all of a sudden become quiet, left-hand side on the hear the buzzing sound of the water, the lake was originally in the running, it seems time flies in static and dynamic. Chinese one-year time, when I looked to the left was set grid until the time of re-start, it will certainly leave a trace in the left corner of the crow's feet, a trace of stayed in the Kanas crow's feet, it seems faintly nostalgic.
3, Maca Maca
Sunshine early and get up, the horse on the hillside waiting for a long time for!
You, come!
Most cattle have been the tallest of the Inashi horse owner selected, launched him to the black lake.
At first the grass is green and yellow, inclined slopes, slopes of the river under the green lubrication cheers Pentium, horse stepped into the river blocking his way in, kicking tarts tart kick to splash the water spray; Later, pine forests and green grass, warm sun horse idle, white bird landed far Tuva's huts looked Shangchao our cavalry, horse pictures in the past that it does not even panic, everyone had struck a pose before take-off, Zhenzhen to make people feel that it is naturally at home, and we but a passer-by.
Slowly climbed the small hill, a flat suddenly see the light. Some people can not help but flew, I can not bear to see my Inashi horse sweat, so dismount the horse and my conscience to rest. Sat there, stone How many pieces came a little behind the head, curious eyes like Yi Gu strong Let me turn back, to see them. I waved, the number of children and encourage each other to see walking towards me with. Groom said it was Tuva people's children every day in this there is a regular guest to give them candy and toys. Quickly pulled out a chocolate, hand in hand the doll to the distribution. Snot boy most shorter people at stake to swing in the upper lip, nose to someone shouting across the river啦, he did not understand, Waizhe small head see us. One tall white girls quiet, with a Mongolian girl facial salient features, subtle and shy lacking in a warm and bold. Asked her name, thought she said with a smile, Maca Maca. I do not know if this is her name still do not have a meaning of the phrase, in short, the sun was all sprinkled on her face, her lips and teeth together Xi crisp to spit the words, I was fascinated.
Through a pine forest, dismount rest Kazakh girls are all around a pine tree with the small group turn, one would even come up with a knife in the bark on the depiction of a dark brown cut off an unknown object sent straight to her mouth. We stared, L asked with interest only know that they have to be chewed pine oil, a little chewing gum effect. A little boy handed the L cut off pieces to eat the bark has been seen through much he tries to cut another piece of carefully shaped, L assured that taste is actually a block of tree bark! He rebuked, the little boy is quite the philosophy that you are not used to bark of pine oil is also no different from Yao. I do not know so I can not taste the flavor, quickly come up with a real chewing gum to placate his own.
Again, a snow-covered uphill trek and saw the foot of the mountain side of the black black light sparkling lakes, small and light and dark lake, was silhouetted against the white snow, like a piece of black gold. It is said the lake water contains certain minerals lead to dark black, said that reaching the lake a few will be able to catch a good fish ... ... but I did not tour guides willing to take us down, visitors had to stand in the snow cheer pictures, I found a Department does not have to lie down snow grass, blue sky far away, the taste of horse manure is clear and fresh, opened his eyes, sun glare, Maca Maca Magic smile like the sun surface, the Yin Yin smile that Maca Maca , Maca Maca ... ...
Third, Kamoku tears
Kamoku this place as beautiful as the name.
We have nearly sunset to Qiakun home, Kazakhstan's house. In the col of the most deep next to the river, the Mu Banqiao Lozhigezhi, again filled with the lens, behind the Mavericks with large cattle and large cattle with the master behind, we find the home of their unhurried, laid-back The walking seems a long time of slow flow, and all have come to office, some place to go.
Kamoku yogurt, hidden in milk, white bucket, scoop out a bowl and put some white sugar, plump plump down to drink, acid, cool, sweet feeling of an instant hit with the Qinglie,, tongue still retained some of the milk Nennen of small particles, they He He looked at me, probing my face and said, do not eat milk and meat? To be satisfied with the laughter did they rest assured that turn.
I am not a photographer, had to walk again.
A road leading to the highway, a road to the hill. The side of the road up the hill a little boy playing football, I do not know who is a kick, fly overhead, and a few pieces of football Barang turning angle of skin defects in the air, hovering a few seconds, then drop the kids laugh, birch fence where the cattle are also moo call out. No one cares about me through the right hand side of Kibusa house lights light up there, but disappear as soon quiet. Gradually dark night, someone opened the door, a moment to close, the same none of that happened. Kamoku the only noise is the Teana, silent Teana.
But late at night, I could not help shedding tears.
I knew love was tortured, no one thought he is brutal. That the world Zuiteng my man, he can not see me sad, I can not see the tears.
Kamoku the stars, such as white Haba brilliant, but the tears I could not see anything. He sat next to me, pained me.
I cry selfishly while one hand and find that they've let him worry because while shedding tears.
That is my birthday, but then I said to myself that he sent a joke birthday gift is one place wet tears, in the Kamoku.
I knew love is beautiful, and did not envisage themselves so lucky.
4, Kazakhstan curse
Qiakun said that his mother lived in Bula root bridge there, view a beautiful sight. It's very beautiful words with the Kazakh accent charismatic Han speak out, we do not hesitate to Sheung. With me sitting in the same horse is a Kazakh boy, 20 years old, blond hair and red face, teeth are white, elongated eyes often have a smile turned into an almost invisible black silk, a moment as busy in talking to him.
He said that Kazakhstan is a nation on horseback is a homeless shelter. That day, we have the beautiful pastures wandered.
Sun is very drying, climbed the hill we take a break, lying on the soft grass bird flying silently watch the sky, ears to chew forage horse gasped. There is a steep, nearly a 90-degree foot of the mountain stream torrents, Pik green, a few horses wandering, 20-year-old boy, said of view, it was Mustang, I jumped up view, a pure black horse Wensheng at us looked in the direction of, a pedestrian cried out in alarm praise, wants to get closer but are not allowed to, had launched Sheung.
Across the slope, is a spacious flat road, we have rode mad rush of excited. Ma is a good horse, 20-year-old young man is a good rider, we should be way ahead of ahead of where the re-advance, the horse running up in the ups and downs from time to time to jump, jump my body fluctuate in tandem with the ups and downs, the immediate result of jumping and the scenery speed blur, quickly thrown behind the speed of beauty and stimulate me into a great meet, thinking that he is indeed to manipulate the fate of the reins, invincible no blocking.
Width of the road will be narrow, then on the next, as the transformation of everything in life and refused the easy or difficult to forever. Gut mountain Tititata to walk the distance they found several black spots, 20-year-old boy said that it was wolves, extremely hard I am sure the letter, and learn to call it the wolf had not ignored the black spots before continuing sense of loss行. Lu-yu Qing Ling streams, boy flying dismount drink water, eat, and then launched the spirit of a hundred times already ruddy, urged me to quickly again quickly.
You sometimes see the monk, and sometimes see the shepherd boy, and the roads are all those who come across with a surprise flavor, and we pay tribute to each other smile, and watched a long journey, life is only once the attention, in the days leading bulagan outside the bridge on the road.
At sunset, across covered with yellow leaves of the birch, distant bulagan see the shadow of the bridge swaying, cheering the red in the past, silent smile Qiakun mother looked at us, one by one fell under the horse.
Pitiful crowd varies, I do okay. A turn around, even a little bit of hardship are not rushing Lawton, as if that is from the next door Kamoku, Tai Tai foot forward Qiakun mother's door. 20-year-old young man whistled as fast disappearing on the horizon, it seems that he had from the future, has never were riding with me, never in my ear昵furans, such as spell-like Kazakh those words, it seems nothing else has happened.
Star is still bright at night, weak candlelight in the chat, he talks of the day saw the horse to see wolves, Qiakun mother Qing Xiao, without a word, and my sister laughed my silly, there is no horse and no wolf, nothing ... ...
So I feel that day may never happen, I really, Tai Tai feet Kamoku came from next door, the door into the Qiakun mother.
Author: luluxiao
