Mom, I often start the same disorder haystack hair will be asked: "You are not my students?"
Mice fell into a meter tank. Grew up to become Shuoshu, ungrateful desire to climb out of migang, want more more, receive only a very limited few. So Shuoshu hypertrophy, but the greedy.
I know that my life is not here. Qingtangguamian's eyes looking far away, there is longing, but also confused and slightly with resentment.
August 14, 2002 clear I do not want to have done long ago. I am no turning back.
The boss indifferent, out Wanba, his position does give you Retention.
How do you know that I will come back?
I feel really brave. Bei Zhaobao left.
I fell asleep on the plane, because the eating motion sickness medicine. Drowsily heard the radio say, "... Xi'an to Lanzhou to Dunhuang to ...." So I was with many newfound friends say: I've been quite place it, Xi'an, Lanzhou, Dunhuang ... ...
When it's noon arrived in Urumqi, friends have not come to pick me up. Phone, was a ring. He actually asked me if I was in Urumqi Road ... ...
Friends began to giggle came hastily. Luggage into the room, the window with wet steam machine steam spray. One afternoon, I fell asleep in Xinjiang.
August 15, 2002 sunny morning, wake up sunshine, my parched lips Sheng Teng. Xinjiang, very dry. Is very alternative.
I Pidianpidian to dress and make up. Ran out he went on a minibus to the Tianshan Tianchi, a vehicle pungent sheep foul smell, a vehicle of the Beijing dialect. Noon to Tianchi, helpless, Tianchi there launches the surrounding mountains bleak, distant snow-capped mountains although clearly visible on the snow, but often billed as the same time, speaking in the dialect of Shanghai people to ask for directions, another disappointment. I am a big drinking water and unmoved.
When I bend down to a Kazak village, there are more than 10 blocks yurt. A 10-year-old girl took me out of milk knots, she said that this is their best to eat here. I bite, not salty not sweet, insipid. I gave her one, from the bag out of dried beef and jelly. She just kind of shy to try one of each, and then wrapped on the shelter, take to Kazakh girls clothes I wear. I look very happy, and forget what to say thank you, because this completely unexpected. Some dirty old clothes, but I am still very active, on hearing this little girl with the blunt Mandarin say "sister, beautiful", the more excited the sleeves torn. I am extremely embarrassed, especially her refusal to accept me the money when.
Helpless, when I left the village still has some apprehension. Little girl, was a happy smile. Looking back, I see that she would send the snacks given to his own parents and brothers.
Go halfway up the mountain to eat. Only hand plus a leg of lamb pilaf. A small dining-room stood Xinjiang folk songs, many people have you come to me and I rolled tongue, seem to be shouting the food, joking. Is thinking that by my torn sleeve to find that a pair of dress for men and women from the table next to the leaps, slip into an open area not far from dancing. In my experience I know that is Xinjiang dance, dazzling red long skirt, several pigtail effortless, man's hand was black, the sun is the most popular contemporary colors. This is a place to sing and dance. Some people blush.
August 16, 2002 in Xinjiang clear how big sunny every day.
Friends on the Laicui early, and said that today go to Ili. Prior to this I only know that there have been riots, as well as that in Shanghai there way of Ili.
His package of a car. To tell the truth I do not like. I think the buses are relatively open field of vision and space. However, in order to save time (because the road to the Ili to 10 hours) and money (Urumqi, Yining City, the aircraft has to go), which may be the best approach.
Along the way, Huang Chen is long, but I began to realize that the Gobi is not why the kinds of tree. Gobi, Gobi, or the Gobi, line a few hours after the vehicle is still the endless yellow land. Less than a large country in Xinjiang do not know, this statement is also true. The car bumps a lot and not far from the train and we can see that there are peers.
After the evening Sailimu Lake, sleep deep and I look at it by her awake. Because of excessive rain before the relationship between the upper and lower surface of the lake, although the thick clouds, but the sun can still come in projection, the central lake there is a golden yellow, sometimes white, it is wonderful. The driver said it rarely has this phenomenon, we have really come to coincidence. I expected this trip there must be other harvest Ili. Her friends laughed at me not with the eyes and mouth, Zhang is so big now, like Granny Liu like a silly little girl.
About nine o'clock in the evening to the Da Yining City. Friends of friends of friends in Yining City, opened a nightclub. I have eaten raw garlic that night for the first time, the first time I saw Miss heavy make-up club sat entrance queue for the first time in Kara OK where to sing "We Communists are like seeds" for the first time a drink called "mulberry" wine grapes. Taste good. Is not intoxicating.
I knew there must be other harvest this trip.
August 17, 2002 sunny friends, friends of friends, friends of friends of friends, have come. They know that coming a bragging silly little girl in Shanghai, called to see the most beautiful scenery in Xinjiang. Smug forward, suddenly remembered the rest day today, but the empty ah, I want to do. Today's destination is Sailimu Lake. Which is yesterday, to which the pass. Wow, good fun. I saw a丰田越野车, some envious. Drive surname Yuan, local, high-side black, laughter hearty, ruddy, his eyes are deep wrinkles, but the Smart eyes. Heard that he is an open breweries. He laughed and asked me not want to drive. No waiting for me to answer since it is the place on the driving. No. I extend a wide hat pulled down. On the train.
Quickly to the Sailimu Lake. Today's scenery and yesterday's completely different. Because of the brilliant sunshine naked, without a trace of cloud. Suffused with golden light blue lake, far from the mountains and fluctuations in the red. Standing on a rocky beach shore swarmed to see the lake, there is a woman picking up shells. By the way, the banks are Kazakh people live. Ili Kazakh Autonomous Prefecture belongs to, Kazakhs are basically in scenic areas, where the United States would go visit where to move. Probably that is the definition nomads formed. Mid-slope, I see a lot is not on the saddle horse. Actually, I like horses. Only a horse might not like me. I sat on horseback, looking at the accompanying ease in front of me a shuttle, that Toyota is even more open-alone early and down the slope, my horse was stopped at the halfway up the mountain to the drafting of leisurely eating. No matter how clip, frog, shoot or even cry, it is unheard of heads bowed backbone ... ... ... ... marriage, I raised the whip, shouting: "ZHANG Zhao shoot it." Companions laugh lying I want to pull the horse over the reins, and urged me to beat him with a whip Wang Dan's light horse ass. Cauda equina Buzhihaodai's thrown to me, stirred up the dust of countless aroused stiff smile again and again loose, loose another stiff, stiff another song.
Back to the residence of nearly GMT 20:00 Yining, bright days are still big, big blue. I am alone teach you a busy street and the city of Yining, several have been friends on the mahjong table exhort 10000 1000 asked only in the "liberated zone" in the road, should not have to dress too trendy (ie, exposed). Yining is a very clear distinction between the local people. A similar number of Russian dwarf cottage area is inhabited by Uighur people's land (the enemy's rear area), they each household has a courtyard, usually pink green wall. I went to a Uighur man tricycle, asking him to take me going round to their city. Ming-ri-ri, he uttered a string of wow, look at me but to no avail, can no longer say, but hard to tread car pulled up just as the first to enter the slaughterhouse pigs, without looking. Has been stepped on some dark days.
(Postscript: 1, saying that that picture be called Xinjiang trip I am most satisfied with one. Photographs tell the girl I facial unclear, but the smile bright, colorful clothes; holding a whip heroic Sasa, quite the woman of the wind Unfortunately, horses head down, only see it a little hand on his neck. 2, the so-called "liberated zone" is a place inhabited by Han Chinese, where there are shops and commercial buildings. 98 years, there had been a riot in Yili, allegedly by Uygurs a premeditated way to kill a number of Han Chinese have begun, the central authorities down the order, any Corps (mostly Han Chinese in Xinjiang Corps of birth) are added to the suppression of rebellion go, who met with "no rules to peacekeeping people" should carry, This is a real sense of the word, but "playing" with Jungun. on the road, shop, or street-side snacks stalls throughout the city, hit they did not sense resistance. so far Ili and Chinese Uygur people are somehow afraid and dare not act rashly, we have a clean break with each other. These are the words later.)
August 18, 2002 is also a clear sunny day.
This sun up is the way I would like to see the oil wells and power plants, the wilderness straight burning fire and flames, the Gobi is to establish numerous rotating windmill, people in a profound sense then that this is called Xinjiang. I almost did not do what protective measures. No longer necessary. Lamb and mutton lamb these days, face was swollen to eat, and fear of black Well. Today, go to Csaszi forest. Driving is yesterday's who. I later knew that he is actually a "Ili special song" distillery manager. Ruddy watery look to see him, I know that was a drinker, ha ha. On the road actually took 6 hours, I slept a total of two feel. However, let us Csaszi forest people from afar a little disappointed. On a tree grove, and several hills covered with wild flowers. Also get together with a few people play cards drink. I had a few Kazakh children with play. They are great characters grow, face dirty and clean, but I think it is not pretty. I asked them to give me a fart is not greedy horse, a big reason I came to Xinjiang, wanted very much love to ride back to horses, rather than the Wrangler. They chuckle dithered, say a bunch of "birds." This way, I find that they do not speak Mandarin, scattered some of the "hello" "Thank you" are there to learn from the visitors. I pointed to the Peak shouting "up." I began to regret the half, this grass does not stick to the same place where the sun like a generator Meng, Ma began to gasp, but in fact I am more than Ma first breath. Ma Pao Budong uphill, always stop-go. The charred skin seems to be quite smooth, no wonder you can also become much more sweat. When I was finally on the hilltop, you can see only a broken pavilion and a bound in a league on the ground beef. 4 weeks looked out, only one piece of mountain, mountain, mountain ... ... but now I have a butt Sheng Teng is possible. Several Kazakh children began to grumble li Amtolmetin pull say, they laughed with each other, they look at me. I think my expression of that time certainly funny to the extreme, bitter with a face sitting on horseback, loss of sweat Dianzhe camera, and all the passengers, like ... ...
I propose that an early end to a day's journey, because the back but also six hours by car. There are stock cars very rich honey flavor, but my butt is really disappointing, left for right, pulls the right side of the left, mountain bumps from time to time drew screams again and again (only to call very softly, or the driver to drive to be afraid ). Car window sun see below, next to relieve the river, Hill is no street lamps. Dazed in exactly see a bridge (in fact, is not very likely), but in the setting sun, under the irradiation becomes poetic rains, interesting. I am just back to childhood when the sun sets before the play like the last one yellow sand, because at that time particularly beautiful colors of yellow sand. Looked yellow sand washed clean, and eat.
I later learned that the bridge is the bridge Ili. Carriage does have honey, while I was sleeping when a friend asked mountain bought off. I took it back to Shanghai after weighing tens of pounds of liquid, tasted it, this is not a dream, is true.
August 19, 2002 sunny morning, wake up whole body pain. Especially the buttocks. Last night while taking a bath almost hurts and tears form. I actually rode abruptly broken in the bottom.
I do not know why, today, to be honest I think it will not finished playing. Friends took me to walk Huoerguosi Port, which is the Sino-Kazakh border areas. I sat on the road less secure, but also see a cattle stampede on the road, a group of black sheep wearing a disorder of the road, mule driver's Gan Ma's all wrapped in scarves, sun, vivid, so vivid green tree air floating living animals taste, mood became cheerful together. Ports very general, in particular, to see the soldiers standing guard in the face of red, black, some sad. An iron bridge extends to the territory of Kazakhstan, you can clearly see a stone house, no one, but can not cross the bridge. The past, there will be a cross-machine-gun fire. I think this is very much exaggerated. But of course, not the past, look at the serious face of each one will know. I found here was actually the end of State Road 312. I am excited to tell a friend the starting point of 312 State Road in Shanghai. To see, how are all far, how has the end.
I was glad to have been all came with. To ask our friends took me to the real Uighurs house. We went to a place called the apricot seeds, there is no wall, only a roof, large areas of carpet there are some clean sheets, and then serving. Still hot, is still a lamb, gnocchi and fruit. The first time I place in the absence of the dinner table to eat pan legs. One Uighur friends that took me to see the Mongolian gazelle. Yes Mongolian gazelle eh! I actually do not like animals, but out of courtesy I am still very excited about the performance. In our pavilion is next to another group of Uighurs to eat together, they from time to time laughter, song and dance again and again, I envy the brake. I was thinking that a friend to see that in fact the biggest Uighur fun together, is one such drink and chat while singing while dancing, so they can spend an afternoon. Many aspire to ... many times ... I aspire to live in freedom. Where go, where to laugh ... ...
August 20, 2002 sunny day on the way back to Urumqi.
Before I left, when quite a few just could not bear to meet a friend. We left a contact. Every time I leave a place is the most reluctant people there. So make sure to bring some things to leave, often they begin in other places.
All the way dust. Points of the restaurant no toilets. In fact, I've been here quite used to it, are the Gobi, in addition to, or the Gobi desert, ha ha, do not have some fun.
Back in Urumqi has been 21 o'clock, some dark days. Back to the hotel clean grooming, I have changed of dress, but was a friend even said that corruption. A result, he still arrived, but I went to "Little Sheep" corruption once (which I think is the best food in Xinjiang, a shop).
August 21, 2002 clear thought about what went up early to catch up with Turpan car. To a return to Xinjiang, Turpan is not even how to go.
That hot ah. MD. I never know the days can be hot, the car air-conditioning did not work. Gaochang native country to the ruins, I was driven off. There are many people queuing up to buy melon to eat, I walked up, and so it's my turn, the throat has been smoking, I clearly felt that hot lips, and even cracking. I am exhausted bought a loofah, but still no energy to eat. Carrying melon donkey cart on the cars, saying it was the site took me to their native country. In fact, I should be very lame time, the dress, leaving room hats, umbrellas, incense fan, towels, as well as head of the cloth (donkey cart on the shade cloth), mule driver is not to say that today's heat, only 47 degrees. .. ... I walked off to their native country, two head spinning, only to see yellow gray walls. Also followed the large group of people turn a mound, to know why this was later learned it was a safe and bless people.
In order to experience the taste of oven, I still walk around Huoyanshan Zhuangzhuo daring to go. In fact, do not have to turn, the car who had no direction. This is a natural sauna. Journey to the West that year still stands as less than several territories. During the encounter the same number of tourists from Shanghai, we crazy to fight over who is the sweat flow. When fellow somewhat cordial. We together went together to the Turpan Karez, I heard that there groundwater longevity, I have installed the two bottles, go back and honor the caring for one person. Incidentally, his first drink a few mouthfuls. Bought the world's highest sugar content of grapes, originally intended to pick their own Unfortunately, it suppressed the hot hand. Strike strike strike. After buying you'll regret it, and eat to gain weight, why.
Coke a day is hard to suffocating heat. I have early termination of the trip back to Urumqi. But also a lot of souvenirs, a lot of fruits, but also to call back to inform parents, come back to tell many of my friends I would like to go back. No matter how much hate is in the end, I want to go back.
Tomorrow I must go back.
August 22, 2002 sunny early in the morning get up early in the morning plane.
I have been face expressionless, just take a taxi Yigu pungent foul smell of the sheep are now uncomfortable. Friends thought I was unhappy also kept silent, which I sent to the site, I suddenly go back to him laugh: "I'm off, do not think I Oh." This easing up the atmosphere.
Friend, I wish you good luck.
Shanghai, like the sun shining brightly. Out of the airport, smile ... ...
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