2004 Notes on the Northwest Line (1) Urumqi: retro docked in the eighth floor of the 2-way car
Back in Beijing has been 20 days, but the memory of the Northwest intermittently surfaced in my mind, but it has not been written. Since at 11:15 on October 3 this is called the "capital" city got off from his thoughts as autumn leaves usually danced in the air, drowsily on the holiday has passed, busy work, made me less a lot of combing the opportunity to leisurely day, for me, has become the past, when travel time without reason, organize travel memories, it seems more necessary to find a just right feeling.
Today is October 24, the weekend days. Home where the temperature has dropped to minus 4 degrees, the streets of Beijing is still warmth, such as yesterday. Walking in the Chang'an Avenue, there was one a long absence, warm and cozy on the hit so suddenly, I should write just a little more of it, for me, that part of an unforgettable trip to the northwest.
When to use the time before graduation to six years, after traveling through many places in Xinjiang, Northwest became my lingering worries and is also the most want to go one place. Smoke in the desert, river sunset, these poetic words, for me, has been elusive. Prior to that, I have not seen the desert, have never been to the Gobi, as if in previous years in order to see the sea and go to Beihai, Guangxi, like, to the northwest, most want to experience is the vast expanse of Sand Sea and the Gobi desert, although I do not right there too specific concept.
So, when September 25 on board the flight to fly to Urumqi, a long-lost place of a feeling of longing for them again in the hearts of flicker. Since last June 7 returned from Chengdu, Changchun, I have been flying more than a year, while the going was actually 4 hours long-distance flights.
Changed the location of a window, holding the camera out the window facing the sky and the earth shooting non-stop, rolling hills and sometimes on the ground, sometimes long yellow sand, the Northwest, I have dreamed of the land, and thus opened the road to me mind.
When the plane at the airport about to come before the immediate emergence of large tracts of green space, the aircraft's shadow reflection in the fields, as if a quiet landscape. Airport 17 km away from the city with the airport bus compared to other major cities, here are a small minibus, is clearly inferior to a number of grades, and even a timetable for departure from the city are not only sold out before walking . Shuttle's crew is a very young woman, speaking the voice of unusual sounds, but there is a sense of the Northwest's forthright, which more or less similar to my native north-east - for work or business dealings, but obviously pay more attention to people and communication between, rather than near his home is now Southerners who set up stalls, will see very simple business, I frequented that house dumplings steamed buns, Hangzhou is one such shop, the young couple, so I feel very bad mood.
Inquiries about the location of the want to go, that hearty girl suggested that we get off to the public park, prior to a crisp sound in the ears of the newspaper stand mind: "on the eighth floor to the!" On the eighth floor? Not that Dao Lang's song, "The first snow of 2002," as mentioned in the place? "Docked on the eighth floor of the Road car, took the last one falling yellow leaves." When yellow leaves falling again in 2004, when I came to this city, came to the eighth floor, and I have to sit a 2-way car. As a "mouth" and Xinjiang are familiar with, in addition to those names, the most recent and profound feelings, surely everyone is like me, because the Dao Lang's song. Songs can pull up close, not just between people, but also people and cities, people and in the past. I came to a place known for rugged, while the Dao Lang was very rough from the foot of the songs on this first day of Xinjiang, has been accompanying me since this piece of land travel.
No matter from which point of view, Urumqi is a modern city. Wide flat streets, bustling business district where people coming and going very, eyes can not see that the reach of yellow sand, but rarely see any of the exotic. Imagine a walk through the northwest corner of the motherland, but there is no remote sense, this is the city's power, and this power good or bad, far from just a few words can describe. The city's prosperity, people become more affluent, they may also have been losing a lot of features, when the city's face when uniformity, where all like a copy of the local advantage is no strangeness at the same time people have lost you can surprise things.
Urumqi, there are still a place worthy of my pleasant surprise, and I can not help but be delighted when that city is still characterized by some reservations, it is the way to the International Bazaar. Companion in the crowded electronics market to buy a digital partner, we are committed to holding a map on foot to the Grand Bazaar, when walking along the liberation of South Road, unknowingly walked into the Uighur world. Eyes As a result, a sudden all dark clothing, women are veiled, men wearing a cap, is no longer heard the familiar language, one after another of the audio-visual market arias shouting, and we know why, but strongly want to go "along for the ride." Where the original is left behind the city's old town, is Uygurs market. In which we are running, but rarely seen Chinese come and go, and then I, Urumqi, Han Chinese people are very few go there, because the natural self-evident. In a slightly open spots, we saw an old Uygur, through the microphone on the recorder express an impassioned speech, surrounded by many of his compatriots around to listen, or laugh or static. "They are talking about?" On our side to make hand gestures while open-minded like the pious man asked around to the side of the Uighur, are basically indifferent to not remain silent. Until leaving Xinjiang, I was asked to inquire of the locals do, but did not find out a month Ziwumaoyou to. This does not really give a speech at the bar?
I can not help but think of the People's Square in Changchun, he had been studying in those years when they often have a madman standing monument under the Soviet Red Army soldiers are doing out of the speech aloud, that person was often away, said whenever there is an important figure inspection or visit, they must be sent to that person very far away, but he was able to come back each time, and then continued to make a speech. Only now it is impossible, because the Changchun People's Square has been closed for renovation for a long time, but had not seen the end of renovation plans to open up the slightest intention, so that Tong Cheng, a newspaper has repeatedly shouted "will give the public the People's Square . "
Walk Uygur people gathered lots, we found this trip, one of the greatest discoveries: yogurt. Sell yogurt is an Aunt, yogurt in a small night on the sheng, the thick and so surprised was I, a bowl of money, and too the value of the! Sprinkle with sugar, sitting on a small stool began to drink up. This is my most enjoyable to date, yogurt drink, what Yili Meng Niu triple light, do not brew their own yogurt tastes better here, since I have such a yogurt drink several times in Xinjiang, as long as conditions permit, yogurt would be to become one of my indispensable food.
International Bazaar is not large, the main part by a few buildings where the composition is similar to shopping malls, rather than previously imagined bustling. When we went there already dusk, the buildings in the middle of shopping malls, is a country with a super stage show stand, arrayed crowded table, the stage there are artists in the Acoustic Uygur. "Maybe there should be dignitaries come here to eat?" We thought, because of the above banner is written, "to celebrate the first anniversary of the International Bazaar opened" like the words, and later learned that the PPP can go to eat, but raspberry was very expensive. We do not enter the surrounding shopping malls, is just next to the KFC to attract our attention. Dark red walls, KFC, and that the old man's head is very loud, but loud is that, in addition to these two signs outside a row of Uighur language, so that there are many more features in Xinjiang. Silhouetted against the sunset, the International Grand Bazaar were covered with golden clothes, we have around a few laps later, slap on a taxi to another must take place: 51 Starlight Night Market.
It was the biggest night market Urumqi, the multicolored lights, the whole street was lit as bright as day, all kinds of snacks, department stores, fruit and order of precedence in which to open to. Select one looks comfortable Kaoquan Yang stalls, and we sat down to start the big dinner together. In a strange city streets, eating the local characteristics of the snacks, the kind of feeling, has been non-verbal can clear. We are travelers there, we have it not in life passer-by then? Looked at the way the scenery, enjoying the ups and downs of life, life goes by so quietly, but when we awaken to the truth, they find that may have missed a lot.
Star Night at the 51, for the first time saw the legendary fresh figs, that the old man selling a money one, and we two bought three at that time also felt happy, did not expect in the next journey know that she was still on the a little while, because in Xinjiang, fresh figs less than 2 cents each just, this is something for a:). Will from time to time over a stretch both hands to us to discuss with almost every two minutes wave. Starlight night market in Urumqi beggars density, perhaps the highest in the whole of China, right? Really, I think of that moment in front of the Jokhang Monastery in Lhasa have been kowtowing begging people, when I thought, like those beggars and other people religious beliefs in order to kneel before, but when she saw the hands of money, it seems that their pious have been desecrated in general, although the time I'm just a just an ordinary tourist.
To leave the night market, we buy grapes, this is another memorable food, in the subsequent days has also been accompanied our entire journey. Sell grape is a Uygur elderly, the elderly seriously moved me, drop a little, he immediately added seriously, although we spoke "can be a" but he is unmoved.
In Urumqi, I only spent half the day and one night, it did not go to Heavenly Lake and the famous Red Hill Park, the former I am not interested, which is due to lack of time in that park, said to be able to see the panoramic view of Urumqi.
Urumqi, Xinjiang, my first stop, and most hasty one-stop, when the morning of September 26 unless a rush at dawn, I was actually just a smattering of knowledge of its bar. Very often, we are a smattering of knowledge, because we can not fully see through a strange place, a stranger, even, where we are familiar with the familiar people, including our own, we are unable to fully and thoroughly to see the bar.
(Zodiac 2004.10.26 12:00 pm in Beijing residence http://newxiaode.vip.sina.com)
Author: XIAODE
