Again in autumn.
Glad to hear that the master become the meat and potatoes of the text, Xinjiang, how one should also wrote him.
The driver is very important, if the driver was a long very handsome, so much the better, and if the driver would say, Kazakhstan, Mongolia, Tajik and Uighur can Huyou few would be even better, and if the driver who love a mouthful of Xinjiang Xinjiang, the train runs would be too Well, if the driver's son, called the mosquito does not bite. . . . . .
On the bus the first day, I enthusiastically arrange things in the books prepared a paper towel, water bottle pen pen knife telescope eye drops are placed in garbage bags near where the hand. Wen called the master to the vehicle mileage to zero.
Man touching his back of the head teacher said that the counter seems to be about less-joon.
What? I stare the stare is estimated that never saw the living text of the master's eyes to stare so much, so the waist, said Kazakhstan, right, walk Kan Ba.
Car to Turpan, then went around the ancient city of Gao, every time I carefully recorded on a nonstop mileage. This is my time to walk a pleasure. Paper records of the number of master looked at me and said, What? 190 km? How there are 270 of the! ! I would say that it is your table, and he says something wrong with my watch, I would say that you say whether the Right? He said that my mind more than the table so that the. I have eight gas halo seven elements to say that your table is the wrong strategy? That I can not remember what is the use of ah? He slowly say, (do not count) Well it's right! !
From then on, playing the first day of the trip in Xinjiang, I never look at the number of demerit km. I have the pleasure of the text master understatement was smothered. He is malicious Couguo, KOKO, Do not worry, every night we are making up to you to fill those figures!
The first night overnight Bosten.
Man masters sleep in the car, besieged by mosquitoes, so perhaps the middle of the night walking up to swimming naked. He opened the lights, suddenly found a headlamp Akira was petrified of the rabbit, so he's flying eye fast chips, a stab wound to actually fly a dead rabbit.
His unparalleled excitement, climbed to the middle of the night in tents boys want to share their happiness with them. The results of two sleep drowsily a male classmate told him to take away, one told him to throw away throw away.
Man masters the first two days in the car that you shiver my soul, I am easy to do me?
To this article in a public master's eyes has become a legendary figure. 2-day trip to plain, we are helping out the text of the master note that the text after the teacher led a group to come and Bo Wu, and the night Flying rabbit as a traditional retention.
Non-closed even said that the text in order to meet the master of this classic hunting project, decided to invest in a Rabbit Lake Bo field, in order to achieve a three-step around Lake Bo Bunny Rabbit Wu Buyi major effect of the wild landscape.
Everybody's touted nauseating words have been stewed in the rabbit after the end of the table and reached an unprecedented height, makes the text of the master in a later trip to see an overgrown areas on the grip up to the Yingjisha knife and Yao Li just around the corner. That is another story.
Long-distance travel, a lot of time is spent in the car.
Man master smoking, drinking, finished out of the window to fling the total. Link to kill and I prides itself on being an environmentalist who, in the car after the vehicle in front to prepare a considerable number of garbage bags, but at the beginning of the text a few days depending on which no master, "Kuang sugar" throw out the bottles of mineral water. The first day we do not know, except to say, Man the master, do you remember to put the car should not have thrown out. Fling has just finished the regular text of the master as soon as the hand, patrol with his head as if we have to storm his head, Peizhuoxiaolian said, Oh, they forget that, next time, next time definitely! !
Link to kill, says that the next throw of the park to Jianhui Lai! ! ! Man master said, yes yes yes.
Usual throw out, open the car fast.
On one occasion, when he would throw me and pass them to kill the same time Scream, he scared a shiver, the car shaking a bit. And then say, oh, I did not throw, I thought it put garbage bags!
We are two up on the sneer.
Man masters while driving, said Oh, you really Well, after that I drove other passengers, and also to create awareness and can not throw garbage out.
Huamoshuiwan two hours, he "Kuang sugar" look. This time the entire vehicle silence anyone who looked at him. He obediently stopped the car aside and said, Jianhui Lai still does not work I do I pick?
After that it began actively looking for garbage bags, the transformation to be completed.
Most of the time will be in the car listening to music. Man can master songs, good dancing is not known. Range soft, five sounds are full. He strongly recommended that we listen to his car in Xinjiang folk songs. There is a very interesting song, sang what "Your girl is mine, Red Mountain restaurant for dinner when the Well, give you the Guaipao." Easy to sing, everyone has learned this song.
I bought one on the car to listen to Jay Chou, Wen master must say, yes indeed Well stuff! ! ! ! Difficult listening Well! !
Chef words very national character, the tone Csuri 8 Shui. And on the streets selling mutton string tone is similar. At the beginning of days, the car seems to install a group of roast lamb, and are so to speak.
If people say that the Han in Xinjiang have created their own style, that is basically behind every sentence with the word overlap.
For example, this road straight D, leaves children yellow D, water Qingqing, the melon sweet D.
I remember most clearly the day when asked the master, Xinjiang people who do not henpecked, Wen master shook his head and said, I go home a stare, and she quietly children D. Vivid and full of the charm of the language.
Open long-distance cars can not help some of superstition, taboo way we say words and phrases are not unlucky. I say this person does not obstruct, in the way to go Bayinbuluke I do not know what say, Man master suddenly angry, and the car in the dirt road open until 80 mai, faster planes of the scattered. The car people have held their breath did not dare to speak. I am also stubborn stubborn and master of non-compromise, stalemate with.
Car to the grassland into a quagmire, we are all Tuo Lexie son desperately cold marshes cart. That night, after a hectic, in the grasslands camp picnic. Although there is no bonfire, but along with headlamps shining sitting. Man master drank a white wine, and then handed me a bowl, said to KOKO, Dong Zhao a bar, drink. I just sit there and swallow a big gulp of wine, there are some emotional diffuse borkei, the tears flowing down to fail to live up to.
Man master loves his hometown, with the greatest effort to demonstrate his view of the beautiful scenery, with his own unique aesthetic point of view lead us to feelings of Xinjiang.
That time in the entrance of the Taklimakan Desert, event of heavy rain, water waves surging Tahe. Wen master must take us to see an unnamed tributary of r., he said, where if it does not rain that flood is a beautiful camping ground. Results Tahe thrust of Natiao trail, retrace the car parked on Road side. Fisherman catch the same as a duck, he drove us off, Qu Qu, who walked in the past, where the landscape extremely beautiful.
I am lazy to get off days are still misty rain, underground mud, they were wearing sandals, I wore sports shoes are very inconvenient. Wen pointed at my master said, Why do you come from? Such a beautiful place you do not see, you mention you are coming to play in Xinjiang! I said, you look at the ground, I was afraid that your car is dirty. Wen my ears master inviting me Yexia the car, he said, what kind of car is not dirty, dirty, quickly, get off and get off! !
So I saw the flood covered with red Elaeagnus angustifolia, Populus section lying on the river, the days have become slightly blue. Quiet. Clear slow-moving river, a few water birds and sailing together. Montreal is a dead branches roots, and casually picked up an eagle or a lion's head is, or as a natural root carving in the home furnishings. I love the pick up of this down that, then picked up another, hold one pregnant.
Man master said, look, the United States, right? Why do you pick so much? Throw away throw away! !
This is the 2nd trip in Xinjiang God, I had to accept defeat to lay down their hands full of things.
After returning, I think, I'm a family do not love children. So I went to many places. Where there is no me, but retained. Gradually I do not have a long-standing love for life wandering stare.
Master gave me profound memories are about his love of the homeland, then the deep feeling in his neck Douzhuo Xinjiang folk songs when singing; while driving in his praise, said, "You see, this is our Xinjiang, where there is Our Xinjiang America ah? "time; in his smile light attached to his chest with the palm of your hand bent on going to the bazaar unknown when Muslim imams salute; in Xinjiang, he sent us the best to eat dried apricots later.
Write here, I do not know how at the end of the.
Well, bless the master road Shun Man, this year, and his friends to travel with us can feel the same happiness strike!
Author: kokokoko
