Say that the northern autumn, is fascinating. I have three set foot in the land of Xinjiang is no more than one of these views. In Burqin per person to spend the money to run two passes, sub-let the two old jeep rushed 50 kilometers outside of Kamoku.
Need to enter more than 50 kilometers away from the Burqin Wo Kimura must rent a jeep. There was no traffic car, the past, people would also like to take the timber trucks to enter. In turn to the Wo Kimura junctions 50 kilometers, and got the "predecessors" of the training - Hemu Kanas America's sake than adhere to forward to is full of gravel, mud bad road, off their feet like a bumpy five hours. What is hard to imagine this is a bad way? ! In addition to the rugged road, a narrow road that is adjacent to the valley. Mind has been in a chaotic state, classic cars on the road about every shock, I am a little sober eyes open, instinctive subconscious reaction, it will not turn back the go, right? No one hum everyone for fear of a silent, this pant classic cars such as cattle on the open still. Car Britain seem to have forgotten that even scenery to see, Gu catch up with the car in front. Otherwise, with the car behind the only way to eat dust in envy.
Autumn intoxicating way everywhere. Wind flipping the summit of golden birch leaves, in the mild sun shining, just like shaking a piece of gold with platinum flicker. At this point, most vulnerable to flipping from chord memories, often memories are sad to be entangled, underlie thick and intractable, desolate Wangran slowly Youyuanerjin, from near and far. Trance head blue cloud clouds Zhou Ranbian yelling on the weight of the heart can not breathe. Some of unspeakable feelings. Drag car was strong, his mind what ever gone back to a god, Cuoshou son pulls out from the pocket of mineral water bottles, Drink Up ... ...
Wo Kimura villagers under Hemu River neighbors, the village built for his own house and fence livestock ring, still maintaining a lifestyle of the original flavor Yi Gu. Most of the residents do not understand Chinese. Some residential areas not pass water, do not stay at a hostel with bathroom. Villagers either in the river wash or not wash. Only one village, the Government's satellite phone contact with the outside world. Visitors with curiosity, to explore, understand, or do not understand the eyes spying their lives, they look in the footsteps of tourists rush comfortable living that dusty day.
This season, Wo Kimura, looking to meet a number will be carrying "long grab a short gun" photographer who came from all directions here, busy as endless. Taking advantage of the sun sets, climbed the hill panoramic view from above list Wo Kimura. Golden woods to make dyed Wo Kimura, a noise of the stream as the gurgling of a green belt from the mobility around the village, the villagers rushed to the sheep leisurely walk in the wooden bridge on the plume of smoke emerging Kazakhstan wooden roofs, the village to play The children rode the high horse whip up some to pull Ben Zhao ... ...
Because the road difficult, so few tourists come here. In case of rain, winding dirt road to go up even more difficult. It did not come before that Kanas is the northern representative. We agreed that the Kamoku is beautiful. It is said that starting next year roads, fix roads Kamoku do not know what would become of it?
"Sichuan" Ah Wo Kimura to give a high evaluation: "The U.S. was a mess." May be tired and absent-minded, it can not be education in classical Chinese, but singing with their anti-tune to: "Autumn's Kamoku framed the United States, but the environmental awareness too bad, in the village is full of garbage, broken bottles, shoes, horse manure. "Qunqiergong was:" You can not say something else? "
The following morning, to dawn, sitting in a small riverside village itself Duochu, enjoy the view from the mist of light around the wooden structure, was the owner out of things inside the enclosed sheep, horses, toward the village at the yard milking . Gradually, the immediate bursts of smoke curl from the cabin sky. Here again, the beginning of the day usher in a new, peaceful and harmonious.
Was shocked to find that behind a wind gust of birch leaves were shaved, yellow leaves scattered across a large area of Montreal! Yu Yan has been silent ... ...
(Adjourned)
Author: xieyh
