wawa to go meet the Western Regions 2 ---- Race Satoki
September 26, 2003
The driver master surname Party, Mongolian, beard lying silkworm eyebrows, strapping body and his thick retro Mitsubishi SUV was very good fit.
Starting from Urumqi, 300 kilometers west highway, at about noon arrived at the usu.
A small restaurant on the roadside a hearty meal of noodles, the party master man of few words began to have some changes in the expression ---- he found that each of us have wiped out a plateful of noodles ---- Last month, he took four girls walking the South Yining, four girls and am eating a lot of noodles left, allowing him to eat along the way are very embarrassed. . .
The affinity between people is a noodles that simple. . .
Is to go, the party smiling chef told us to start three cars on the road ---- jump jump, people jump in the car, noodles in the belly dancing ---- Henlanhenlan the way!
Traversed the Gobi Desert in northern Xinjiang, and then there is no way that can not endure the.
Car No problem, people have no problem jumping into the noodle, and quickly without trace. . . Oliver and I have another cat in the back seat of a delicious grilled divided Nang. . . Look of the party's master of surprise, then return to normal, comfort us. . . All right all right, Nang is to aid digestion to aid digestion. . .
All the way galloped downhill when the sun is about to reach the camp today ---- Sailimu Lake.
Absolutely no preparation, turned foot, Sailimu Lake suddenly appeared in front of, so we did not react, and that turned out to be a lake, like a drop of tear from the days of their enormous fall from the sky, people wishing to fall do not fall, hanging in the sky , crystal clear, full, rounded, China and the United States, a faint breeze but with tightly congested.
At this point is not beautiful sunset, the afterglow of sunset colors in the Sailimu Lake unpredictable sadly fade.
Gradually, dark days down, the temperature rapidly falls, we indented the big Zhanbao herdsmen, the Weizhehuolu heating.
Other people still immersed in the excitement Zhaxian Sailimu Lake, while I have some absent-minded.
A sudden noise outside, up, out of yurt, no other firm, they rushed in that familiar figure. . . Dear Master text ah. . . Gave me a big hug, an ear, screaming. . .
Only in this moment that I truly felt I was back to my Xinjiang.
In the warm yurts sat on the floor, listening to the text master say that he is Cast Away day. . .
And still so focused and gentle eyes, or so humorous and exaggerated words, in addition to little bit of white hair and slightly tired face, everything is the same as a year ago, the text of the old master, or that vivid text.
No啦, almost breaking the phase of the. . . Wen master said to me very distressed.
Not啦, or do we handsome guy ah. . . I am seriously talk to him.
The night was more than half of wine over three patrol, off-balance hit by snowstorms.
Enron fell asleep.
Wawa
, Culture and master the joy of reunion I looked at him too busy to think carefully brought in this group of people, that like a hard-working bees to flee to go everywhere channeling glasses GG fled before me, smiling, said, I am. . . Ah, this is a pig ah, this is LISA ah, this is america ah, this is ANN ah. . .
Beautiful clouds, blinking, it is obvious Yinshengyangcui ah ---- not just the number. . .
Author: xibeiwawa
