Kashi impression
Did not expect is that in Aksu to Kashgar on the way, we face an accident, that driver had to overtake the car literally the middle of the intersection from two to squeeze in, the latter vehicle glass, after the lights are pushed abruptly broken, Pajero soon as sob instant completely different, happy that we were no casualties. Japan took the initiative to stay with a small snakeheads repair the aftermath, we take the bus to Kashgar four in two batches.
South Xinjiang Kashgar is an exotic city that exudes the charm of it is unspeakable. Curved around the street in Kashi in peacekeeping around the text, filled with a string of Turpan grape-like language. You will feel yourself to be anti-minority, and has become illiterate, Kashi is too strong, the face of overwhelming offensive sweat culture, it Mianbugaise same as ever.
Uygur pretty girl is also a beautiful Kashgar street scenery. While the older women are shy and like to use brown, like a large scarf to cover their own too Yanyanshishi. Let me most is the feeling on the streets of those Muslims, they dress the elderly. Them, or in the temple door, or in the Old Street Market, chatting, drinking tea, walking. Clean gown Waipi suit, silver flower cap, vertical hanging in the chest Bairan. Calm and serene smile. I discovered that the more the older the more tolerance of the elderly extraordinary, the more refreshing, passed numerous cities, no city in the elderly people here, as calm as calm. They seem to tell us. Our life is very beautiful, very calm, very Youziyouwei. I suddenly realized what day, what is ordinary, and even what is called happiness.
It is interesting to meet children Kashgar HELLO bye bye. Fighting over who gets on the mirror. Totally without those mainland children asking for money greed.
There are several places to Kashi is not not go, full southern Xinjiang's largest East Gate Bazaar, bazaar or fair meaning. Xinjiang, where everything thing.
"Hey, I said we should not give your home a little Tangtang what?" Pig-headed small girl provoked another topic. "You take him (her) What" "Why even send?" In the whole journey has been one person with us that Tang Tang's shadow, the figure described in the pig and the small girl become more and more under the rush Su blurred, hanging full of the Lower Ngau Tau appetite. She really is a small girl what people? She left us in suspense and give added vitality to our journey.
Xiang Feimu by Qiong Yao's "My Fair Princess" and well-known, there are two versions of the story of Xiang Fei, I am concerned is happy before his death, she is in a foreign land? She was like fireworks as lonely heart to who complained that reside in Qing, soul has gone into hometown. "You are Feng ER, I was sand. Chanchanmianmian to the horizon," thought there could not help sense of loss.
Without protest, to accept fate.
Mosques are being repaired, there is no opening up of the long period of basking in the sun outside the mosque, facing the sky trance. Feel the unique atmosphere of this town.
Simplicity of the Street, colorful colors, relaxed and at ease. On a quiet park and enjoy the share of calm and Dan Ding.
Enjoy the Kashi food!
Kashi burning pigeons, fish, row, Nang Hang meat, water, Egg I still think of it all hang pharyngeal dripping. There are eye candy.
Pamirs
As the Pajero still not fixed, we decided to package Santana. A two-day 1000 yuan. National Day is not done because it is red its pull-Po border card, driver Eric said, to help us getting out each 33. Eric is the Uygur. Not much, silent, and being reckless hearty snakeheads in stark contrast. Uygur people seem more like snake heads.
The earliest knowledge of the Pamirs on the film tip of visitors, there has been a kind of fascinating. Originally thought I was a kid-hop dance that was wearing a myriad of Xinjiang Kazakh pigtail girl is Tajik girl. Xinjiang dance rhythm of those cheerful, colorful clothes, all from Napian plateau.
From Kashgar to Tashenlama doing a good road alarming surpass highway. Foot throttle down and enjoy the thrill of maneuvering.
In a small roadside restaurant for breakfast and nutrition as a strong point of the tomatoes we have scrambled eggs, and then came, in the plate of tomatoes, scrambled eggs to make us an eye-opener to the South of the National People's Congress, which the children the concept of subversion of the tomato scrambled eggs, which amount large enough so that we surprised that this dish tomatoes and 1 / 10, the other egg dishes are immersed in oil, getting tired of no import, do not look at already, a look at the bread. The 28 yuan of eggs is the biggest waste of this trip.
Red the pull Pu and Pakistan border, elevation 5200 meters, on the 7th pillar of the Chinese word red white light on the snowy plateau in eye-catching.
When we went to Pakistan, only one sentinel to the people there have told him about a photo.
Here is the former Silk Road, Way back when our ancestors are from here into the world, and has been brilliant, once prosperity. It is now silent. Endless snow-capped mountains.
Turn around and suddenly there are five characters the snow, "the motherland, I love you" in the country to the doors of neighboring edges. The spring season, snow, and word-oriented, and the motherland should remain in the hearts.
May be young, it is possible that we stay a short time, no one among us had altitude sickness can be, after all, is a plateau, ran a few steps on the asthma, he hastily left the snow-capped mountains or the snow-capped mountains of this addition to the "Snow Country." There is no nostalgia. And came back a day on television, see the "big challenge to survive," team riding a bike to reach its pull Pu Red China to the piece of pillar Koushou, I actually Leiruyuxia.
Pu from the pull down his straight red Stone, Stone City is located in the north county Tashenlama dry, is one of the Western Regions 36 Wang Po plowed city. Wang, once the city is now in ruins, was forgotten in the Pamirs on. No longer the old glory. Today, people only have a cursory only a form of pay tribute.
We met at a hostel that night a group of volunteers who just graduated from university, take advantage of the National Day holidays out to see the world. I never thought we would run into power outages, candlelight and talk, not feel late at night, plateau Yeliangrushui.
To the Pamirs most want to see is that the more than 7200 meters above sea level Muztag may still be out of the morning from the Tacheng Dawn of those living in the beautiful countryside of mixed pace, resulting in wasted time, and we did not see the card La Curry Lake Muztag reflection. This has become the biggest regret of my trip, and even then saw a small puddle snakeheads, it will suddenly Guaijiao out "reflection." Human life is composed by a lot of regrets. Come early and the wrong time, to late, slip past.
Father of the iceberg Hundred Years of Solitude Muztag take the ride at the moment like a shy young girl, Yunshanwuzhao are not clear about her appearance. Now it is no longer alone, more and more brave step on the foot of it, to conquer nature beyond the limits. But it is precisely the most difficult to go beyond ourselves.
Little Japan PM calls, four o'clock in the way we live hotel full of color to join Santana on the road in the Yimapingchuan gallop, and we totally did not come when the sleepiness, pig probably would like to learn a few words back and asked Eric Victoria "Beautiful girl, I like you Uighur how to say," Eric laughed threw a bunch of notes, we will hold in the back of psittacosis, over and over again how've learned to not like pig, then use the audio transcripts down like a , a moment we learned of this sentence completely returned to Eric and could not remember.
Negotiations
Pu from the red ice and snow of their pull to the Kashi of the sun scorching the world, but only a few hours. 4 points back to Kashgar to eat lunch, eaten in four points, the original taste of water Egg, eggs and pepper do not put the original delicious. Perhaps it is because something happens Gezhuo heart, eating is not fragrant. Little Japan calls that afternoon, went to Khotan, we guess this is the meaning of snakeheads. The time delay on the repair of our packages how fares deducted, needs and snake-heads communicate. Yes back to Urumqi to say? Or people talk about? We indecisive. As we speak, we see Pajero has been stopped at the hotel door, and everyone's eyes as one of the bright, car from the side to see the truth as good as new. Let us have the same eye-catching snakeheads "male to a" pig voice hardly ever, smugglers have already entered the room, today's smugglers changed the first line above is the He-color Takifugu cotton shirt and jeans is even more evident following him down triangle shape, tall and straight and slender. Do not see the joy of reunion. On his face is a light laugh. He generally, and we are talking about the repair process and the following trip. Always felt that some strange atmosphere, unlike the previous kind of Dadanaonao. Like what separated the layers.
Little Japan to show us that he bought musical instruments at the East Gate Bazaar, nearly two meters long, we call it Dong Bula, in fact we do not know exactly who called what were the envy of the pig Henbu this piano is his , when we get back to color Mun Road Hotel luggage, in front of a Uygur people see this the piano and said "good violin, good piano. 450? cheap," said the little Japanese, like picking up a treasure like, elated . Back to the way that I know that we are called Dongbu La instrument whose name is Du Dahl is Uygur musical instruments.
Inside the atmosphere does not seem to be so relaxed, and finally determined to be a clean break is better than the way a good harbor ill feelings. Pig duty-bound to bear the responsibility of the "negotiations" on the role.
Heart is not a taste. Also heard that some cars all the way to go all the way and the driver "struggle" matter. "Negotiations" will lead directly to the breakdown of a film of neither party.
Outside, sunshine, Kashi 5:00 of the sun or white Cici's. The two of them sat in front of the right hand side of the semi-open air restaurant. Brand-new Pajero parked outside. Snakeheads facing the car direction, a leg frame in another a leg, right hand holding up a cigarette elbow leaning against the back of a chair, wearing sunglasses, do not see where his point of view falls, brow Weicu, a motionless Xiang Yizun solidification of the sculpture. Pig is constantly facing the snakeheads to say. Of course, I did not hear much of what he said.
Retrace hotels, waiting. More than 10 minutes, the pig has finally returned, he said that he meant snakeheads reimbursement of transportation costs of all our four days, while the pig bring you mean is that as we signed the agreement before departure less a four-day package fare. A consensus was finally, after deducting 3 days package fares, car accidents and we are lost, and he was even more lost and helpless. Then silence.
With silence we have the road, only the sound of music in the car maneuvering "good man", "Old Love Song," "Twilight" "Avars Gul," and so on, these songs repeatedly ran amok in turns.
At this very moment he was thinking about is how to explain to the owners? The loss of their own, or resentment of our skilled in calculation? Pig for the copilot position, and smugglers trying to chat, since he just started talking to one person that go on, said of his red car, said of his wallet sandwiched wedding, said of his nine -month-old son, slowly catch snakeheads are also a few absent-minded. To all the people of British Jisha are focusing on buying knives, the smugglers seem to have forgotten those earlier displeasure with his swords bargaining do not know how the boss of the hand to the cut, and finally in the end he was contented to the That the 100-odd ax blow to the 30 yuan.
The Predicament of tired with the way the climate fits and starts, I was coughing, and is trapped. There is no trace of an impression on the Yarkand. Subtle feel in smugglers and pig's head talking about me.
Yecheng, the new zero-km-Tibet Highway, a quiet border town. Here is a dream I was the starting point. From here and arrived at a place away from recent days.
I really wish car go on and on, always has been ... ...
End cover postmarked move on. Leather car near the mountain we have fallen into dust, yellow sand blocks out the sun, heaven and earth a chaos. Floating in the sand on the road, such as waves, such as waves, such as Sha has a touch of charming and gentle flow. We closed off the whole car, eating here, the skin of rich peach and enjoyed mountain scenery, it is only because we are tourists, and those who live here, the people from generation to generation in such a hostile environment in the territory of what is the literal-minded. Ran the people here has not been movement. Tenacity and perseverance that they live in this piece of barren land. Roads were as many as road maintenance workers sweeping the sand, with a total sweep is also endless sand, if no one can be swept, then the road a moment will disappear without a trace.
Through the dust zone is rich in jade of Khotan, Khotan to eat lunch, at the hotel entrance and bought two pig bowl yogurt, the real flavor yogurt. Its acid incomparable, sugar can we eat, this is his life the best I've eaten yogurt to eat.
The most famous is the Hotan white jade, road side there is a long row of shops selling jade, all kinds of exquisite jade dazzling, because "Buzhihaodai" We do not buy. Snakeheads into the store just do not know out. When we are his past, but this time we wait for him. The only time. He bought a two-yu, a son, one to the Lao Zhangren. The movement of hawkers in front of the store who has been pestering us to buy their hands of those cheap goods, as long as a few dollars is enough hard just get away from them. Bought from the most recent, while those of us thousands of miles over thousands of miles to the contrary, had not even bought one.
Pig thought is to buy "are Dahl," running all over the Wada also could not find a place selling musical instruments was very depressed. Finally back to Urumqi in the erdaoqiao buy.
Pajero Through Celle, when someone comes to this place names, but I heard became a thorn Le, immediately jumped out of my mind, "thorn Lechuan, Yinshan next. Qionglu days like cage lid Shino"
Although it is not here to stab Lechuan, ran the same boundless desolation, people are how tiny.
Anterior vast. Through the sky.
Is called the all-powerful Pajero pig fan belt in the former shop in the middle of nowhere out of the Gobi is a problem. At that time, pig is driving a car, not detected, smugglers had to ride 15 km outside the town to Banjiu Bing, for a good wind belt is already dark. Thought the next day in the desert road, which has just spent a half-day tape again Buxing Le, but also toss in most of the day. Life which is always be in plain seasoning, whom even more Youziyouwei.
Across the desert highway
Tarim Desert Highway north Luntai the south, south Minfeng a total length of 522 kilometers. Is the world's built in flow of the longest desert highway. Was founded in 1993. 95 was built.
Sand Sea as a desert highway cruising black queue, undulating lowlands between sand dunes along the extension of sand-fixing for sand prevention, resistance along the highway across the board form a solid combination of conduit pull a complete sand prevention system. Only the northern section of the highway (the 219 Highway) compiled bundles of reed grass square area reached 20 million square meters, the grass outside the box erected by the nylon mesh, reed fence row of sand blocking the construction of 446 thousand meters long, width of 20-100 m around the fence and grass cotton squares with ups and downs along the sand like a thousand miles chains, firmly Bo lived yellow salon.
I finally persuaded the snakeheads into the steering wheel over to me. 100 meters, one kilometer, 10 kilometers ... ... I have experienced in the desert highway driving pleasure of the bike. I was like to grow wings and fly up, I want to fly ... ....
At dusk, we see both sides of the Tarim and her HU Yang Lin.
Tarim River is a mother river, and she had raised generation after generation of children in southern Xinjiang.
Evening, I do not know why the small Japanese tears.
Smugglers say; you to persuade him. I do not know what to say? When a person is a kind of turbulent emotions come covered, flooding, the best approach can only be self-Xuan Xie.
Moonlight as water, quietly pouring in as a mirror of the water. The night sky, the faint hint of a touch astringent, sweet, hint of melancholy in the air slowly pervades.
A kind of indescribable something in the air at the gathering, in the fission in the flowing ......
Sensation like this night, the heart will become of the Rou Rou's. Those long-buried memories will be rolled up, a layer of.
Walk - or to find or avoid. We thought we found what we want, but inwardly feel in knowing clearly the hopeless. Because of the more sober feel pain, so aphasia.
The Tonight, blending soul and boundless, and the pain has been covered by water in the moonlight.
Sultry months, sultry night Tarim, no sleep tonight.
Heard, in the round of the north and south of the lake there is a Populus euphratica, so I did not think she actually hidden in the depths of the desert. After the beginning of the primitive life, after a desolate silence of the Gobi in no traces of smoke-free life, we have finally found the end of this "Xanadu." Here Blossoming of Tamarix and Populus euphratica millennium because of its original, because of its even more mysterious lai. As far traveled, there is no place here, Populus euphratica can be comparable.
The central desert, actually there is such a beautiful lake.
Boundless between polar a poetic beauty.
Their dreams, is to hang a long Green Office Artemisia is more diffuse to the grass-Su ... ...
That place called caohu. Wish to apply for World Heritage.
Korla pear abound. Snakeheads are here, "old land." The lap down, finally came to he was familiar with the boundary, he took us to eat good food kebab is said, that night I remember I ate a lot, several of their usual drink. We are 33 pairs of six sat enjoyable look. Snakeheads handed me a rock candy, I said, "I do not eat sweet." "Cough, indeed, Bushihaodai." How do I put my cough thing to forget it?
I remember that was the only one in Xinjiang rock candy on the table I remember the day a roadside restaurant that night he slept a friend where snakeheads.
I remember when he left, purposely come say hello.
"Chile Yao, an early break." He said I remember how that night I did not cough.
I remember the next day we bought a pear crispy and sweet. This is crispy and sweet pear is simply fantastic, eating pear we have to "Tiemenguan" This is a scenic spot near Korla, we went to the door did not go. U-turn to the Bosten embarked.
Bosten Lake, ancient times known as "West Sea." Bosten Lake covers an area of 1228 square kilometers, is China's largest inland freshwater lake. . Autumn in October, Wei Xu Biao, light, reed golden, relaxed and dignified, pian to see these. Bosten Lake In addition to attractive scenery, there is a beautiful legend. According to legend, long time ago, there are no lakes, just a beautiful, rich prairie plants. Steppe nomads to live and work on. A pair of young lovers, young man Mingjiao Bo Christensen, the girl called Ga Asia, they are deeply in love with. I do not know when the rain god in heaven found in the beautiful Ga Asia, to grab her wife, Ga Asia swear not from the rain god was furious, year after year is not dripping down, prairie drought. Bo Christensen brave battle with the rain god九九八十一days, finally yielding the rain gods, but because of the excessive Bo Christensen tired worn out. Garbo Asia'd rather die, tears into a large lake, eventually died of grief and indignation. To commemorate them, the local herdsmen this lake called "Lake Bosten."
We go there are noon, where the famous grilled fish called the "five black," I eat four in one breath. Delicious incomparable. Because it is noon, the sun's rays is not very conducive to take pictures. Imagine an evening under the setting sun Bo what a painting of the lake. We can not wait, we have to hurry, so we bid farewell to, originally, life is a continuous journey of farewell.
About Turpan
Almost all of the attractions tickets no mean much, this might be my personal opinion.
Grape Valley, Karez, Sugong tower, Jiaohegucheng. Each one Dongjiang attractions tickets.
Every little girl must be a place to buy maps and postcards. Small Japan will send those postcards home.
Holding a postcard to do tickets, suddenly found that no one can send actually set foot on the land in Xinjiang, I shut down along the way, Ngau Tau and the small girl had been sending and receiving text messages, the two of them pulled out a cell phone is always at the same time, they are quietly using mobile phones dialogue do? Unknown.
We are unanimously recognized as a text message, Ngau Tau king, queen is naturally a small girl.
Has been heard is a fire in Turpan city, but that at midnight, in Turpan, we have met has met with a celebrated. The Turpan is 10 pm. Pajero in this city turn gales for several laps to find a restaurant still open, people Zhen Bushao. This moment this is a late night time.
"Appointed as, eats dinner, you send me to the cafe," I finally got the words out.
Food will come up, no appetite. Is not hungry too far.
To find a good hotel. Put away luggage is already midnight. The wind is still unbridled Shan to whistling. Pig head over to discourage "I personally think (this is his pet bar) so late, and one person out of insecurity, not to go," I said, either to send me to. I stick by my willfulness.
I did not intend to go to Internet cafes, I just want to drive over an addiction.
Midnight, the streets deserted. Ear is the mournful sound of the wind, Jia Zhaoju in this ghost town behind the wheel. Gives a weird feeling.
Central Plaza, issued by the piercing light shining Han-guang. A huge poster read, we should closely unite around the Party Central Committee headed by President Jiang Zemin, "We are now united around you," I said with a smile instantly swallowed snakeheads wind of guffaw, without a trace.
Cold nights, I have tried to seize the touch of warmth can be apart from nothing, nothing left.
Can not remember that night live in its name, and only remember the cold wind.
The next day, Turpan sunny, clear and crisp. Last night seemed a nightmare.
Grape Valley of the harvest season, this moment has passed, Maner eyeful of the best raisins, various varieties of raisins everything. Everyone rewarding experience.
Unexpected is that we saw in the Wang Luobin Music and Arts Center, a Hai-cheng - Western Singer Wang Luobin's son.
Here we learned that Wang Luobin and San Mao's lifetime there is a memorable affair.
Then we talked about San Mao, it was said she was silly. I think she was the Wu. Red Dust already remain unaffected.
Once Aomi of San Mao, gone through many hardships for Wang Luobin. They eventually did not come together.
Gobi desert in Xinjiang is not a sub. She thought she had been a long time wandering soul destination can be found here. Wang Luobin let her down. He can not bear her emotional sustenance for him and her ideals.
San Mao is a lonely, because no one can share and read her life.
Woman - born as a woman is a woman suffering fate. Life as a woman trapped in a word, that word is "Love"
Sanmao away, her own way to complete the highest form of life, as a man came to the world, San Mao, "loved, laughing too, cried, has been, but also created a." And Wang Luobin is a great mass songs, he passed the most beautiful songs that people, who make the western folk songs into the world.
Xinjiang is no longer distant
From the Turpan out, we are anxious to rush to beat the power windmills, but we have watched its way inch by inch to the whereabouts of the sun, but could not reach the destination. When we got there the night sky when the moon has been hoisted. The Crescent Moon from the Karamay into tonight's full moon, on a daily look at the abundance of buds gradually. Tonight's the result of a cloud hangs on the extremely significant vagaries, we see a "break open" the half light, and see that our home, "Pearl Lake" sign. Diverse.
Under the moonlight, in the famous Barry wind area, because we wanted to, "Jie Guang," We let the snake-heads to lights opposite the windmill, I wonder if the wind did not step on the brakes or the tight, almost hit the freeway front railings. , I was shivering cold wind straight, press the two fled the car on the "light up the past two weeks, Iraqi Yo Yo, climb up to ... .."
All the way westbound, all the way singing. Is Wang Luobin singing with us through the Western Region 16 countries went through the ancient Silk Road went through the Tianshan. 8000 Village Road, clouds and months. Appreciate bleak and vast body odor, body odor moved. Sentimental body odor.
"The trip will end with a" pig-headed to say quite sentimental. If the heart has sentimental memories are heavier more inward.
Urumqi International Bazaar erdaoqiao gate photo of all of us. Leaving only a digital photo photo. Unfortunately, the film's far from being satisfactory, today, we can not see us here, "six tiger."
Night Angels were quiet, we go to the hostels. To find a way home. Turn the blocks one by one, Lengji the street, confused and can not find the North. All the way eolian dust, covered with fatigue. The cold glance right and left. Tuting too low in Japan said, "to"
"Where"
"Bogda Peak"
... ...
South of the train slowly and running, the tears are not obedient to flow down. I know that I could not bear to leave, but I finally got to leave. Even though I know that I will never leave the land of the deep sentimentally attached. Set are those drunk Huang, Ying blue, Enchantment of the purple, white and clean He was dignified color. Tastes once had the tears and laughter. Have remained in the desert wind. The lingering feeling in Xinjiang will be forever.
Train drifting away, look back Tianshan, gray boundless. There was a place in the world could be so clear to the strength and breadth of life, could be so publicizes the freedom of color, can have such beauty and harmony of Heaven and Man.
That is Xinjiang, it can only be of Xinjiang.
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