Travels to the land of abundance of the great mountains and rivers, and finally returned to the soul weigh around Urumqi dream.
Jiuzhaigou static water color is so beautiful, so I still miss the Kanas River Ning Bi;
Dragon's Wucaiche is so delicate, I Nanshe Bayanbulak grasslands are nine open-loop river;
Leshan Giant Buddha tall people look up to lament, and my heart would still like to turn a hundred times and Urho's Mogui Cheng;
Emei beauty of mountains Qin Run around in the cloud steaming fog, the heart is still the most difficult to forget the majestic peaks of Tianshan;
To get out, they would understand the rivers and mountains outside though exciting, but my bones have been inscribed with the mark of Xinjiang.
Sichuan soft tatami wind, and blown to the body is very sticky, while the wind is from the peaks in Xinjiang on the filter off;
Sichuan Basin is very neat, as if a properly trimmed the lush green carpet, while Xinjiang's grasslands is the limitless expanse of the carpet inlaid silver side of the snow-capped mountains;
Chengdu Sky Mende people want to escape, but no place to escape, while the sky is washed off in Xinjiang, electroplating-off, a look at the cheerful heart;
In our unexpected Sichuan and Xinjiang, the only link is music, whether it is scenic spots of Jiuzhaigou Nature Reserve entrance or the streets of Chengdu, the music is echoed everywhere Daolang hoarse but full flavor of Xinjiang folk music, while the Dao Lang will be exactly is Sichuanese, which in our view, Xinjiang and Sichuan far the most ingenious combination.
In Chengdu, a telephone booth, stall holders that we have a line of people in Xinjiang, tut exclaim: "Xinjiang, ah, must be very desolate, very backward, very brutal Oh!" We have laughs and tells him: "Xinjiang is very beautiful, and very modern you Sichuanese not to vie with each other to go to work in Xinjiang to do! "that stall holders muttering, said:" Those are bumpkin. "Those of us finally come to the Xinjiang stranger never felt exclusive, Xinjiang People come from all over the country, few people will ask: "Where are you from, you are not my fellow?" Xinjiang is a great mother, she smiled warmly, embracing all that is calm and external conflicts, and she accepted Huangpu River, the Loess Plateau Land of Abundance, and the many creatures, and Uygur, Kazakhstan, Mongolia and Keerkezi ethnic groups work together to build beyond race, religion, language, ethnic groups living environment. Even a loss flawless tramp, entered Xinjiang, would immediately feel her kindness and tenderness.
Xinjiang, Xinjiang, only to leave you can feel how calm you are, how profound, how magnificent, how forceful. Your beauty is not a single, step by step, so you look at the beauty can not be made general.
You put the tip of the extraordinarily high peaks, fire Island Basin, a complete collapse of the charming beauty of grasslands, the Gobi liken forthright, vigorous mysterious desert oasis of pastoral scenery, lakes, clear blue soft, rock hard iron abrupt, orchard rich rich, desolate desolate waste barrier, the classical simplicity of Kashgar, Ili romantic mellow ... ... all in all, the contradiction is so extreme, they are so harmonious and beautiful combination, only Xinjiang, can carrying such a heavy unique, only in Xinjiang, it can have such a tolerant mind.
Only after leaving did I found myself still here, can no longer get out of her vast borders.
Whether it is pain or happiness, whether it is difficult or Shunda, whether alive or dead, Xinjiang, I will never inextricably tied to complex.
