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There is a landscape, even if not met, it seems that it has been agreed, there is a scenery, enjoy the pain of him rather in the joy. May 2 night, I suddenly discovered a man sitting on the train to Xinjiang, it was found as the impulse to worship, that is, arises from this picture.
From Lanzhou to Urumqi, from -54.43 m above sea level to 4510 meters Aydingkol Glacier No. 1, from the dry cross-river ancient city, China and Russia Huoyanshan Harmon at the junction of Kanas Lake, from 2 to 11 No. 9 days, I have a camel on wheels on the rapid march through the 8,000 km, Xinjiang large, even a week around the Junggar Basin, even across the gurban Tongut desert, because it did not have time to go Yili region, I can not say that I am Wanbian northern and far southern Xinjiang Kashgar mysterious and fanatic mosques, the Pamirs in the Star, river sunset Bayanbulak grasslands, but also only term on the map.
Xinjiang's landscape I am willing to use the term to describe a serious, Xinjiang's landscape, not compromise. Not pavilions nine months of leisure arena corridors 1000 elegance, nor is it a flat Providence mountains generous wine list Rinpu agitation, living in Xinjiang, yet there's not densely vertical and horizontal 800, scorched earth and the sun, grasslands and cattle and sheep, glacier and basins. When the parched shadow cast in the Gobi, one foot to go Tengqi the dust a long time to leave and the night wind off the lake, pine trees between the moon under the stars in the dark walk through, when the basin size of the noodles on the side table and casually Nang cake into the backpack, off-road motor vehicles roaring in the desert, Xinjiang, the feeling is that nourish a man standing at noon in Urumqi glacier No. 1, the foot was still snow, sun baked face, been too hot.
There is always a force so that we burst into tears. I have seen: A Taile prairie, cattle rushing clouds, pastoralists began its annual transitions, their faces are carved into the wind the same appearance and prosperous; sunset, put the sole into the Arctic Ocean Irtysh dyed gold, the amount of - Seoul - Qi - Sri Lanka, the tongue a little bit of this audio release in the mouth, with its trek eastward and southward into the warm, not as good as the U-turn to their own will always freezing in the Arctic; Mogui Cheng, wind scorched earth piled into the history of shape, smooth edges of the stone that had fish in here, happy to breathe, braggadocio, not die of thirst when chasing, but rather fear a lonely figure in this piece of land, made hideous phrase ; Habahe both sides of the birch, straight slender white trunks, quiet and calmly with savings, as the autumn leaves will become flames; Turpan Basin Jiaohegucheng, if all the dams have burst, the influx of blue - color of sea water will burn the city and that the war games off Mody? Early morning, no one at the shore of Kanas, listening to a variety of colors from snow-capped mountains slide into the top of the water vapor transpiration sound. There is always a power us nothing, because the crowd away from the ridiculous, without noisy, in addition to listening, or listening.
Finally, I was buzzing so loud back to front of the computer, then play along with car rental, sent to Hong Kong girl singing karaoke EMAIL said they were OK to go home when the thought of our beloved and respected drivers, ZHANG Shi-Fu, I think of prairie , thought of Burqin of tea, I went to the fish, like the oven Yesterday's a dream-like memories of the ocean from Xinjiang. Xinjiang, is an island, either to leave or where he died.
Author: dellren123
