If I have such a short time nearly three decades to split with the place of residence, then I was three years old came to Kashi, thirteen years after leaving Kashgar, as I spent a 10 thirteen years ago in Kashgar three years time, so never forget Kashi, I like her classical, peace and quiet, more like the Uighurs, like an authentic as a resounding call to Kashgar Kashgar. But I still left there in Urumqi city like to go to school, work, and not just me, my family have all left the people of the world that has been called the ancient, mysterious and remote places. Now leave the longer, the bigger the way I begin to miss that ancient city, and sometimes I would suddenly decide one day to Kashi to walk on a people, and nothing important thing to do. Stroll to the East Gate bazaar, to see which glitters prettily and Yan of the East Lake and across lakes across the sea, the high-profile city, as well as that of Tuman river flowing quietly, maybe I'm looking for my past, my childhood and youth.
In the Tuman River on a stone bridge, do not know how many years of history, and Qiao Lan carved lotus buds with a dozen each time passing, I will one of the stroke and then a smooth lotus bud, and then slowly walk too. In the sun exposure of the bridge of the mud, every day, every day, there is always a group of bare buttocks of the Uygur children playing, there is an afternoon, probably in 2003 may also be the summer of 2004 one afternoon, I spent half an hour watching that Rotary in Qiaolan on the bare buttocks of the child, not so much a child as it is a group of small animals, they are so pure and innocent, they are covered with The black and yellow mud, they have fun together, trouble together, roll together, tied together, Kuxiao together, they Zhiyazhiya, Bajibaji to do not know what to say, I think they and I When small, these words only they can understand, and never once brought up to say.
BS has reached a vegetable market, and I and many of the men and women face expressionless, like they want to buy a good and thought good things, today I need to do two dishes. One is the braised pork ribs, one is the spinach salad. All Deli is me and my husband loves to eat vegetables. Well over the weekend, two dishes are always wanted. Anyway, TV is unparalleled in ugly, they still do like to eat a few dishes at the dinner table Duodai a while.
There are points at home if ginger, garlic and onions no, so I bought a little. Ribs can also be, her husband likes to eat a small platoon, the kind with pork rib meat. I bought a little more than a kilogram. Spinach easy to handle, the two bought a lot of money quickly. Well, have bought a. Suddenly, I saw a man pushing a cart Uygur there is a more than ten years I have not seen the yellow papaya, I am eager to cross the two steps to the front of the car, grabbed a fist full of hair the size of the heavy papaya, ask that Uygur people, which is where they come from papaya? Uygur people say that it is in Kashgar. I said, really? Uygur people that have touched the wrong one, I said, this thing do, and only have something Kashgar, Urumqi did not! I put papaya on the nose a harsh smell a bit, is ah, the kind a long absence of many years of taste, faint aroma. I asked him how much a kilogram, he said 10, Oh, my impression that these two things went so far as Kashgar only sell so expensive, and I told that Uygur people, I was Kashgar people, cheaper ah. Perhaps it was my Kashgar said exceptionally loud, he said 7, I said five, the last six deal, I bought a two papayas, this thing is really on the inside pilaf fragrant mess for many years ah, no increases have eaten only the papaya Kashi pilaf, and a few days we must do something to your mom and dad still asked to eat.
I turned to walk the way home, carrying those Kashi papaya, continue to imagine the car slow convergence of the Tuman River, he served as who is able to stop my drift. This time, should be the most relaxing week of my time. I think we are the same, I am calm, I know that after five days of hard labor the same as a gardener, I can also relax in their own homes, what would not have scruples.
Arrived home about 8:00 than 1:00, my husband is usually about an hour later than I can be home. I opened the door, rushing toward a force at home in Milan are familiar with the taste of flowers fragrance. I put those two fists on the restaurant's large wine cooler on the papaya to the kitchen, come up with a pot filled with about two bowls of rice inside, Amoy a moment and put the rice cooker, the dollar into the same amount of water, plug in the power, press the cook key, and the remaining handed to it. Regardless of what city life, such appliances will never leave me so, would not leave my mouth so there was much deep wok that I used to make pilaf and stewed meat clutch used.
Rib burn the longest, so I first have Zhancheng section after section of ribs washed, onions, ginger and garlic are chopped back. Fire the banner, Guo Lifang on one tablespoon oil, came alive again in half a teaspoon of sugar and slowly stir the sugar with the spatula, and other sugar gradually turned into bubbles, pour into the ribs, fried for a while, the color has changed , added not fresh aniseed, How many pieces cloves, a little pepper, yes, a little. I do not know how much I Zuifan those recipes are so-called 15 grams of salt, 30 grams of cooking wine and the like, Chinese food is not to do so. Stir-fry for a while after, add fresh ginger, onion, Zaichao for a while, add a little vinegar, Zaichao one will add a dash of soy sauce, then add cold water must be cold, you have not seen ribs, How many pieces into the hot leather. Cover lid, the fire burn. Of course, if using a pressure cooker can save some time in the short ribs and the like will be cooked, bones Dunlan, but I do not. I do not like to engage in high-temperature fast-cooked ribs, it gave me a false taste experience. Furthermore, there is no ancient pressure cooker is not still burning out of a very good to eat pork ribs? I wash the rest of yesterday's dinner bowl, the meat pot of water has been opened, put a small fire, and slowly cook with, water is received dry, you can pan of salt and monosodium glutamate.
I am reminded of the best I've eaten stewed pork ribs in Kashgar, in the Grand Cross of the people in hotels, there is a good place is the center of Kashgar from the famous Id Kah Mosque also a stone's throw away. Seems very strange, as a nation in the region, are all meat roast lamb and clutch parts, even also able to eat authentic roast pork ribs. That if we were to go along with several classmates, a very clever, because there is no ethnic minority students, and we ate only one meal Han Dynasty, but also drank some beer, I am glad look. Could no longer remember. It was a gathering of accident after graduation also had a bar. If I were in Kashi work is not as they are now, perhaps there will be no more than a decade has experienced so many frustrations and bitterness, and I can not like those people, like Kashi quiet, pleasant, peaceful and free life again?
I have a lot of things to stay in Kashgar. I think part of my soul was to keep her, so I often would simply have a person come back from time to time, a person walking on the streets of Kashgar, imagine if I had not left Kashi, is to stay in Kashi of the , then I also do not need to return to Kashgar in today.
No matter how I returned to Kashi, is to go through endless desert, all around are boundless desolation, like the pavement like a black silk extend endlessly, an extension of that monastery is surrounded by the best stretch of the heaven and the earth at the end. That's hometown in China's westernmost ah, that one of the most cherished, and in the margin of the Taklimakan desert oasis of the largest and most prosperous ah, that could put their names screamed so loud and moving far away ah, no matter how close you want the are to go through so many of the long wait, long look, you are how to test the patience of your child's Yo, it is so run a few hundred kilometers, thousands of kilometers, ran, ran and suddenly the , there is no transition, the oasis's that appeared in the line of sight, there is a small bridge, with water, but also with the people, the tall silver poplars of the stand by the roadside like a ritual, like the soldiers splashed flip side of the dark green side the width of a large silver leaves to welcome the wandering afar. Oh, I am back, parting for so many years, I finally returned to the embrace of you, my mother.
I might wake up in the summer, the hottest afternoon, dressed in my T-shirt, wearing my white sports hat, riding my bike to the streets of Kashgar. This season on both sides of those streets with tall plane tree leaves are afloat on a layer of yellow and white peculiar to this city relative to the surface dust tired, I stood in a cross somewhere for a long time looking at those comfortable Kashgar, those who In the three hot summer days inside a woman wrapped in the veil of dark brown, those in the shining of the sun wearing a fur cap of men, who rode a bicycle fashionably dressed young Han Chinese. I will stop at a person's Melon Uygur share of the front teeth to be an old man Bi green melon, a sweet juice down shedding mouth, and then play the proud parent of the Uygur and this happily talking and laughing together, listen to his exaggeration to show off their own melon. I would go before they usually go to the Grand Cross of the big post office to see other people who write for a long-bearded old Uygur, who knelt on the floor, chest Yong Zhao a shabby small table, table where pens and stationery They will always be veiled next to the old woman weeping on one side to tell one side to the handkerchief tightly Niede sent to the veil where time and again wipe the tears, her grief and thoughts are someone else's handwriting inside extension.
I would go with the tall statue of Chairman Mao corner of the square, I will shade the grass below to see a Uygur elderly sweet to fall asleep. Everywhere people. The sun tan I hot pain. Then I continued to follow the direction of East Lake. Many Uygur people. Many Han Chinese. Many visitors. It may also be in 2003 may also be the summer of 2004. The sun as if with a thorn of gold. I am a man slowly across an alley from the East Lake into the city, those with sallow storing adobe house, in the midday sunlight, the scattered, distant, ancient, quiet. Id Kah Mosque in old city center is based on outward expansion, free provision of street alleys, and ancient city alley its winding, dense spider's web, enter the meantime, is hard to determine the direction, not to mention outsiders, that is, local people are also often getting lost, but how can the Lost got me? Which is covered with hexagonal brick alley way, those covered with squares is a dead-end alley, this is my high school classmate Xiao-opened to mention how many years ago, told me the secret. I along paved with hexagonal tiles and squares are the alley slowly, but also readily bought a just baked hot Uygur Aunt Nang while gnawing away side. I leisurely listening to the courtyard from those of Doraemon heard the sound of the voice, do not ask it is the craftsmen here, the most famous in the processing of gold and silver jewelry, those sawn wood car wood sound, was a carpenter in the processing of refined spin system wooden bowls, tubs, glass, those cute little kids playfully Uighur looked at me mischievously Wai Zhuotou, I smiled, slowly squat down and gently pat their pure Liandan Er. All the way through it, through a half-open doors can be seen in ocher courtyard was very clean, the courtyard inside the vine on the shade cover, the fragrance of flowers, people's laughter heard from time to time. I am passing through a quiet courtyard, there is a demure girl sitting in the courtyard of the Uighur pick the spinach, saw me standing outside the gate, quietly laughed at me a moment to Ganhuo the Guzi. Those melodious, sentimental, enthusiastic singing, music from time to time from all sides was heard the voices and music that came from my three years old Kashgar on the deeply buried in my heart, when I do not know have been It is a little bit to transform the. Until today, that I love and can not put into words what has quietly become involved with my heart, so I went to travel long distances to it!
I put spinach washed with water over a moment ?? clean water again twice in cross-section and placed pot vermicelli has soaked inside, grabbed a bowl on the onions, garlic and spicy leather, plus a tablespoon of salt , 1 teaspoon pepper powder, a pinch of black pepper, monosodium glutamate How many pieces, and burning a number of cooked in. You Po, and then add a little vinegar, pour in the spinach and Noodles basin, the Ban Zhao. To do these things, I go a little bit of God. When I heard the familiar corridor husband coughing and heavy footsteps sound only when the fascinating stats, out of the window days have been completely dark, the lights outside, 10000, the air in the dark, this is home, insipid, but belong to themselves. Then the lights outside the window again to those who belong to it? Looking at them, I was always immersed in deep memories.
I had graduated from high school the night before a New Year's Day, and the large group of students, there are Muslim, there are Uygur, there are Han, there are boys and some girls, we are surrounded by a borrowed speakers, drinking red wine, white wine , beer, I do not know what the wine, eating peanuts, Shouzhua meat and dumplings. Speaker with a great voice and singing together, along with jumping Maixi Lai-fu. Later, do not know who put it out from where a keyboard, my classmates Xiao Kai-mentioned connected to the speaker put it, some people come up with a pre-prepared guitar, we started singing Qi Qin's songs, so, I had to stop, wipe the tears in the dark, and they are toast.
My next taxi to the bus station ticket office Linzhao Bao bought a half-hour later, long-distance sleeper tickets. Last night after dinner with her and her husband, he was very satisfied with my ribs burning. This morning I got up on time. A long time ago I decided to today's trip. When I left her husband still sleeping.
My last car, car quickly opened. I was surrounded as usual, some packages of Ti Zheda Uygur people, some dressed in casual mouth of a person in the Mainland dialects, as well as carrying a large bag of the foreigner. I like Xinjiang, where the vast Gobi desert trip, which made me sinking, the slit in the city on weekdays where the camp service service quickly won the hearts of weary respite. On both sides of speeding cars, but after this country's most broad territory, I have to walk 32 hours to dry thirsty Qianshanwanhe desolate, I have to go through 32 hours of a long wait and hope that I want 32 hours of time to memories of my short time in nearly three decades.
When the car stopped at 16 o'clock, I started walking in the streets Linzhao Bao. Is Kashgar. On this day in 2003 may also be the summer of 2004. Hot. Not so hot too. I am a man in the street, no one know. Everywhere people. Wearing a veil and not wearing a veil Uygur woman, wearing a leather hat and not wearing a leather hat Uygur men, riding a bicycle fashionably dressed young man of Han nationality, there are a lot of visitors, many foreigners. I stood there tall statue of Chairman Mao, the square corner, I saw the shade on the grass below a Uygur elderly sweet to fall asleep.
I do not know why I want a person to Kashi come, I might come here looking for my past, my story. Maybe also my future. Could be a mere self-deception.
Well, vegetables are good, and two vegetables, Hongliang meat, green vegetables. I cleaned the kitchen, wash hands with soap oil fishy, wash my face, sit down comfortably. I Daohao two cups of jasmine tea, her husband said:
Years, we eat.
Attachment: the ancient city of Kashgar high-profile photo
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Kashgar's old town where the high-profile child
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Id Kah Mosque
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