Finally, in the final of the Pamir the way icebergs appeared.
I turned 95, looked at the literary journal, looked at the routes a writer, a very short length of the Qilian Mountains Taguo vein, the Tianshan Mountains and the Pamirs. The language of a very calm, I've been sleeping touched the hearts and minds. So, our life is how easy silence, ah, but the memory of how easy it has been a long journey back to go there an upsurge ups.
"That night gave me a long absence, happiness"
Tianshan Mountains is too great, the journey from my first day in Xinjiang, went through the mountains, Yes, it is read. To the last paragraph of the Kana Si scenery, and always has been holding it ring. I can remember began to blur, and the first day, as long as four hours of winding mountain roads, from the Turpan left the Tianshan Mountains. It is towering snow covered roof Yunqing days cool, bold mountains, there is no sign of life attached.
If we are uprooted, hurried outstripped the winding road, admire the stubborn side of cool mountains, while looking at the next stop to the beautiful scenery. This section of the Tianshan Mountains, it is without any flavor.
So also are well aware of the concept of mountains, which in conjunction with the boundless cotton boundless, Shi started infinite body, or wither, or clear, or dynamic, or coquettish can be its subjects.
It was a somewhat monotonous journey, we are just on the road, gone through one after another city, town. To leave the mountains, the car took to the salt road, looks flat, but bumpy five internal organs, six of our lungs are out of the car to slowly walk forward speed of 40 kilometers.
We can see that Gobi Desert camel grazing. They noble air of quiet kneeling, with drooping standing. Then we stopped the car. They all look to us. The hot sun, the atmosphere is static. We carefully out of the car, took a step. They carefully as we look at the pace of conversion of the head and body still intact. We tread gently point forward, they all just want to stay calm. I used a thin black trimmed with gold sari draped over his head, trot, and then Sally would rather dance with the running, that summer, the slightest wind are not. They have stood up, and some disturbing watching us. I do not even see their beautiful eyes. Then we had some more recent, and then they set aside their legs, and style of the step move. I will run it step-step ah. It is only slowly moved back. I am closer to them in order to start bolted their stride more steps, turn off into the desert hinterland. I cried, I chase them, and they began to run, there is no anxiety, they are accustomed to the city people have come to see their surprise neurotic.
I am increasingly far has been that they leave us far behind, and transpiration in the summer heat, I discovered the joy of running, and, by natural abandoned compromise.
"Peeling of the skin get dry twigs lying on the grass, distribute the white."
"I can never imagine, if a child used to seeing small Tianchi, Kana Si Lake Sailimu Lake kind of stunning beauty, which for him meant that if the Tien Chi, Ka Nasi Lake, just that they Sailimu Lake Tian Mei summer pastures, they have what. "
I looked at the time of this paragraph, could not help his own tears. Those such as the beautiful mountains and lakes, living jumping up, of course, how much good there, lovely people.
Riding into the Kana Si is my most valuable life experiences of the.
Kamoku left the little village across the flat valley, the valley full of flowers, we immediately mountains. Diego with its efforts, with strong support from the front legs to bear, and then there is a short gap vacated, I invaded the forward, her head leaning against the horse's neck caressing it. Tap the saddle tight.
As the plant into a huge museum, no, the wizard is to say that we approached the largest virgin forest.
There is a silver foot of the mountain streams, the water sound like birds. We are walking on the Hill from time to time are trickling sluggishly to small streams along the ridge down, horses on the steps to stop éy water. Water cool and sweet, to import the foot of the stream.
Everywhere green, green everywhere.
Direct would like to sing aloud, but you are afraid to disturb the sleeping birds in the forest. Happy could not help but must overflow opening, the child had to throw off stirrup, Barang the feet, his face wearing a smile innocently.
It is among the most primitive happiness, happiness is a beautiful moving, be freely moved by the joy, much more than love to bring joy and happiness.
Finally we are looking down the stream, and it's ding-dong sound has been weak. My breath is moist air arouse people's pain. We reached the summit, good-bye to streams.
Down is hard, horse fall forepaw cautious, some mud on the ground, it quickly jumping down off the potential of small this time, body thrown back, because they believed that horse, I looked back behind him, I say Hello, You slowly Oh, oh, do not drop it down.
Still wants to sing in front of a flat valley, you can Zermatt flying. 12 Kazakh people Zhanbao, a light blue of the cloudless sky.
Author: kokokoko
