There is a place, the scenery on the road; there is a trip, the scenery in mind.
Go Kamoku must Burqin transit, Burqin county is a clean, cool very new town, from the hot bus after a day's trek in Urumqi, in Burqin the car, breathing the clear air, the heart has been fresh up.
Into Hemu scenery is very charming way. Automotive sometimes hovering on a hill, and sometimes bypass in the valley. Sometimes the window is a large expanse of meadows, sometimes around a towering trees, wildflowers and trees seems to be slim and graceful exploration of his head and greeted us inside the window. After a mountain plains, the Pujin our eyes is the one outside the village to open under the sun was a warm, cheerful golden yellow sunflowers. Down in the driver told us to "sing" in place, we have seen the most beautiful scenery along the way, it is a large open valley, blue sky Baiyun Piao Xiang, underground grass groaning, as a huge green blanket from heaven Gone with the Wind down to the bottom and sides of the hills were packages of up a slight hill of trees, the valley there are some white yurt and cattle and sheep, the distance looks like a green blanket on the white star, a world outside the pastoral style picture.
From the first section of Burqin to Hemu Kanas Lake Road and go the same way is a high-grade roads, shunt trip, after that period is difficult, and tens of kilometers down the road to go for two hours. We are in the rain to the Kamoku, and some sections and I really do not see any difference between the general fields. I think Kamoku still be able to the existence of such a primitive, natural landscapes and living conditions, it is precisely because there is such a difficult journey.
Our package car driver surnamed Tang, half and half Han ethnic Russian descent, tall and simple and honest, if not in return, he told us his age, I can not believe he was my age, I have always thought that he is 40 away the middle-aged and old people here generally noticeable. Starting with me the other day the driver of another vehicle, called the Song Tai-sheng, online read a lot of tourists come here recommend sitting in his car, I thought he was a young man, in fact, he is a strong old man, has five more than 10 years of age, hair graying, he drove slowly along the way we stopped to wait for him more than once.
Wo Kimura located in the mountains blocked a river-ri. Noon car pull us into a flag floating over the compound, which is Kamoku township government, township government place is not small, fenced up, which Grass groaning, wildflowers everywhere, there are several in the traffic calming grazing cattle, and man Daoshi hard to encounter one. There are several rows compound the front office room, the day on weekends, no one office, the front side of a small row of houses, it is that we live in a guest house next to the kitchen and there are several dining hall and a conference room, at which meal time, have also seen hanging on the wall the name of a meeting of the banners above addition to Chinese characters, also read the other two or three can not read the text, it is estimated that Uighur, Mongolian, Kazakh. Kamoku Township is a Mongolian Autonomous Township, but the village people have a lot of Kazakhs.
Guest house that we lived only two cars that day guests, while a car on a family of three daughters with their parents out of tourism, but also in Guangdong come listen to the Song master drive, said to come here, mostly in Guangdong, Hong Kong's tourists. That day we encounter in the village, there is no other tourists.
The afternoon out of the village, preceded by a grassland, grassland along the river is divided into two layers of high and low, and some companions chose the riding, I was wandering in the valley. The valley is very quiet, half a day without ever seeing a shadow. Long with a variety of flowers on the grassland, open grassland from time to time to see a retreat from the huts, a lone tree. The clouds hovering over the valley, valleys, where sometimes sunny, sometimes staggering cloud shadow. To the river, after marching through a bright red covered with wild strawberry bushes and into a birch, the murmur of the Kamoku river from the forest through the stream to the Kanas Lake. Swift clear water, blue in color with a green, river Duanmu grow wild along the river walk, walk through the birch, in the footsteps stopped before a pile of rocks, there is a natural stone bench beds, lying on the above, Think about himself in the Chinese territory of chicken tail, the head of low-chirping of the river, wearing the most northwestern of the soft afternoon sun, watching the sky飘云, listening to the forest, Feng Xiao, felt the bulk of the time in a careless, I do not know is what has been Jinxi evening, this year is the year in the earth's troubles, life's fame and fortune seems to have been filtered by high mountains and the layers of Maolin, has remained in the valley outside, the impetuous heart has also been washed away by the river has been I do not know why the matter.
Back to the village government to rest close to increasing the cold weather, at night, we almost brought to wear clothes to wear. Afternoon, we in the nearby hills, valleys where wandering, in the township government, when the sky suddenly appeared a huge rainbow, like a bridge across the two mountains like.
In the evening, Song said that evening he took us to master the Kazakh people to eat chicken at home, so we have dinner are neglected. I later called the caterpillar fungus here chicken chicken, heard here on the slopes longer with Cordyceps sinensis, but here is chicken on the stocking on the hillside, they said, Chinese caterpillar fungus grew up eating chicken. After dark, two master took us to climb over the fence behind the township government has come to this village the last families. Song to listen to this master, said the Kazakh people are very kind-hearted honest, he had lived in them for a week. Previously, if you need to be in the Kazakhs lived a few months, they very well off, very warm, will not collect a penny, and now this situation is less and less. When we go to eat they are husband and wife are the northwest region's pastoralists sturdy build, do not speak Chinese, they do not have a formal business travel business, only occasionally received from an acquaintance introduced about visitors.
I think this family's simple, do not know may be more with them later settled there before moving here, they may not they come here relatively late, it fell on the final surface, and thus not yet been culturally advanced Han Chinese ethnic group in particular, the impact even assimilation, business sense is not strong, I heard that old saying here, "days are a fearless, afraid laoha speak the Han," and really do not know modern civilization, progress or regressed.
A sit down, they first put on the milk, pimple, Naipi, fried noodles, wild strawberries for us to taste, but has also given us add milk tea, after a while the broader market came, the potatoes simmered in chicken. I found that they are here is to judge the extent delicious chicken toughness to do it the standard, each tooth should be eating a chicken, Chinese caterpillar fungus, the struggle for a long time, but also in the dental health in good conditions. 2 master eat with relish, and constantly applauded, I have not eaten a playmate does not want to move the second block. Cordyceps is also accompanied by the chicken that night we unconsciously put a box (small petrol tank) breast drink a nothing left. Breast started to drink wine that You Diansuan, but Yue Heyue difficult to talk about, drinking the rise, Song master saying that everyone should take turns to sing lead in the first of his own singing, and wants us to sing Cantonese songs, and hear, "Fearless." This meal of chicken breast Jiuchi Kazakhstan Cordyceps our face amount of heat, not feel out of the wood when the house is 0:00 more. Casually looked up and the sky a bright, dense star bright flashes, huge, such as the Big Dipper, as if embedded in a blue flannel on the huge collections of precious stones. The stars seemed to hang on in the head, reaching to pick, I think I would have picked the most beautiful one, the best collection in my heart - I'll never remember that it will be a cold summer night, a village in northwest China's most Star, this is my life, I see the most beautiful stars. Although the outdoor is very cold, but that night, Star lead the way, with Chinese caterpillar fungus chicken breast wine given the heat, we walked all the way horse manure, skip the streams, over the fence and returned to the residence.
The next morning, had just opened his eyes and found that the sun has been shining through the thin curtains of the quilt on, immediately got up and opened a curtain on the grass outside the township government has been speckled light of the morning. I quickly get up, take a look at the previous day has pledged that should be up to the next day to watch the sunrise climbing companion for all of them have still sleeping like pig.
Seen Kamoku beautiful autumn morning mist photo, to know a lot of fog here is also very beautiful. To go outside and look for fog, the surrounding mountains have been found in Yan-Yan's wrapped in thick fog, but walked up and down in the village, but did not see much of the fog, especially in the lower river of that one. I understand that this high-look down from the fog before the United States, then sat in high-level and so looked down upon the valley floor of the fog, but has no wait, but to see is the morning of the huts on the river valley where the smoke curl , village women are to get up early milking, freeing the fence where the cattle and sheep, the valley from time to time came NIU Ming-masi, the chicken is called barking voice, and something like a more quiet, but full of vitality.
Hidden on the mountain when the sun is no place until nearly noon, the mist was gradually thinning, dispersed. Next to the mountains, at times when the hidden, and sometimes half exposed, and sometimes exposed side, mysterious and scenery, and some roads lead to clouds and mountains are divided into a length a length, and strange and blurred, there's a high hills immediately after the white fog , and was originally in the snow. Until noon to leave when the fog has not been fully dispersed, the entire large valley surrounded by condensed into a cloud of white ribbon, has been entangled in the mountains halfway, the endless, like the Castle Peak, Baiyun attendant, Qing Shenyi long bar. We drove the car for a very long, it is still associated with cloud band, but also seems to be off for us.
Kamoku more mud out of the way, but we were singing, but singing is not the original right of self-confidence I did not particularly been defined as such Guikulanghao, but I do not care, maybe Kamoku has Xijin dust of my mind, I am non-singing to express the non-bar. In a road where the car stopped, I am out of the car is still singing, cited road workers attention, they said a long time never heard this song, nice-sounding it!
The way to go Kamoku encountered many of the works team in roads, Hemu Village, there are bulldozers are pushing up the road. Although the summer Kamoku I did not see her in the most beautiful autumn, but the feel is her away from the hustle and bustle of the original, quiet and simple, I think I'll come back if it is certainly no longer find that world outside my mind like Kamoku has.
Author: cgn12
