Chasing cloud daily Prairie
I sang that song children riding horses, come see the beautiful Avars Ili Gul Who ends of the earth than you Ah, the beautiful Avars Guli ... ...
CD, which are endowed with the mezzo-soprano low magnetic knew it had come to Yining, Yili Bridge and sunset wedding reputation abroad, we are attracted to, is said to the young people here, the date of marriage must come to the bridge at night, dressed in wedding dress, pull out the organ accompaniment of merry tune in the face of a long time refused to drop the sunset, the blessing of their sustenance and hope. Too early to say when we flood the sun chatting, the way of trials and hardships, nonstop, rarely have such leisure time. Little girl looked up his camera and wait and see what the overall beauty of fear of missing out, the sky is still that beautiful yacht from time to time some people play, there is one you son, there are a pair of lovers, a place away from the crowd on the floodplain are a pair of lovers Walking slowly to the distance walked lopsided. Yili Bridge - a place filled with warmth.
Yining Han Street, the name is not already attached to real, the streets are the Uygur people, are also sold in an ordinary commodity and so on. Pig to accompany a small girl went to bookstores to buy maps, although repeatedly subjected to the treatment of expulsion, in the end had gone through adversity Phoenix, this brotherhood How can it be impeccably cleaned out Mo Budiao in 1997 shocked the world "2.5" terrorist incidents in Xinjiang people's memory.
"East Turkistan" terrorist assassination of arson, poisonings use of explosive manufacture a variety of brutal riots vandalism means to achieve their purpose of splitting the country. Xinjiang is now the "East Turkistan" terrorist forces remain rampant, and already put up the relationship between international terrorist organizations.
At a time, brightly lit food stalls, hee hee noises. We are enjoying the breeze moon, enjoying the food, Nang boys eat meat pit. My little girl will have to the wings, from the Nang pit re-heated chicken wings never mind how good, too delicious, and relish the nibbling chicken wings, Hu Ting snakeheads asked me, "Lili, you will not be half-way escape." Yes, I did not intend to go in southern Xinjiang, and now I ask myself, If you can now go, I would like to leave? I think I can not. I will not.
Our next destination was Bayinbuluke 9 18 bends, via narat grasslands, we have six people to buy a ticket just like got an unexpected bonus, excited. Prairie Autumn pleasant, picturesque. Pig small Japanese back to their childhood, like four on the grass wildly, running. Dai Zhe phone has signal snakeheads McCain a pass on the mad. Then expand his long legs to enjoy sunbathing. For a long time not see me from the car, he was over I had a look at the driver's seat, the band of playing children to see me driving one after another "protest" "You drive me bump" helpless to my persistence, pace car to 100 yards forward speed along, "slow, slow" snake-heads kept crying. He than I am nervous, because it is not his car.
Gradually, I found some of undesirable situations, we may not be able to arrive before sunset 9 18 bend. So we urge the way, all the way reprove, smugglers say they came to be, or taking the wrong path. "Other people 9 18 9 18 bend bend you, too, can not be beat point is not the same thing with others, its own thing," a statement is justified. Sunset river is still the temptation to us, Swan Lake, where? Guiding to say that, in the side of the hill. Sun irresistible to the whereabouts of the Pajero bolted all the way, chasing the sun. Bypass Yamaguchi, the car suddenly dumb bird silent, we are seen in front of shocked.
Tianshan smoke Dream, Swan Lake is also true magic. Twinkling of an eye transform-ray images of hundreds of millions a wizard, so that the metamorphosis of thousands of prairie attitude.
Tianshan grassland Millennium watch, stubbornly persists. The sound of Heaven came from the sky, at first was vague, the slim, the then gradually brighter, and gradually brilliant. It does so little by little filling our lives, a trace of a trace of land invasions has been soaked in the soul of our land. Then something called touched the depths of heart leapt up, surging in the blood, for this moment I am willing to exile himself horizon.
Pajero runaway mustang like the vast grassland in the rampage, when we reach the top the sun and the earth is already a final farewell - strong as iron.
Darkness enveloped, non-star-free months, access roads without tracks. Night through the dark eyes. The end of the night is still daylight.
I know that in numerous subsequent days, the dream is to pull a certain soul that stubbornly persists around the eternal snow-capped mountains and grasslands.
Author: tll66
