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Turpan tour
Morning, eight or nine, I woke up, Urumqi, Beijing longer than about two hours later, this time the equivalent of Shanghai's 67 o'clock bar.
Days have been bright, but a little shade of the. This weather is most suited to Turpan.
Ran a shop for breakfast, a small store, fat boss wife. The first meal in Xinjiang, as if eating is a film called ferret food. A little smell of mutton mutton smell of mutton soup, which is very hard wide noodles, potatoes, tomatoes, parsley, strange taste. To be honest, is not suitable for Shanghai people's taste.
Pack a car, some of his friends embarked on a pedestrian had to Turpan.
Drove on the highway, surrounded by empty desert, sparsely long some grass, the sheep wandering around aimlessly. This is a completely different scenery, as if road is always extended forward, a myriad, loneliness is also boundless. His hand with my hand, but still feel a little resentment there to fill the gap. Almost did not see around the deserted, and occasionally there are cars you drive, but also disappear in an instant line of sight.
Drove out of Urumqi, is not far to see a large windmill in front. Into thin sheets, windmill forest, spectacular. The windmill is said to have a page of sheet 12 meters long, import a windmill on the need to spend hundreds of thousands. In other words, into a piece of the windmill in the forest, the less there are hundreds of millions of investment. However, looking ahead, it seems that only a small number of windmills in operation. Some marvel.
Car dealers for a long time, both sides of the Gobi, people sleepy.
Turpan Urumqi, just two hours away by car, but, we drove for three hours did not reach their destination. The driver with confidence along the way are also some not quite sure direction. Lost on the highway, Douzhuan, the time has finally arrived in Turpan, has three or four o'clock in the afternoon.
Turpan to my first impression is that disgraced the. No high buildings, street is full of brick used for drying raisins. Into thin sheets, grape trellis, but also green enough Chui.
Sitting on the roadside snack shop where to eat. Along the way Big Brother has been accompanied by the nagging, said here that he Taipan Ji eaten the best. To go see the boss, where Zhuji, Duludulu aroma on the overflow came, and mix also hook up the insect. Taste very good indeed, especially hand-made with chicken broth mixed with the dry noodles to eat, it is very fragrant.
Because of time, Turpan only eight spots went to two of them --- qanats and Jiaohegucheng
Karez Karez is several hundred years ago the construction of water conservancy project. In fact, there is no much things to watch for. Miao Miao in the visitors rare, then the season is ripe mulberry, the Turpan people are friendly, either of which we are climbing Zhai. Common purple mulberry rich sweet flavor, but I prefer the kind of white, fresh and delicious. Garden trees of the mulberry, mouth will be able to eat, I really envy the local people, you can go to nothing, leisurely leisurely life.
Into thin sheets, vine, grape leaves have begun under the hanging, then the young in another two months, must have the joy of picking, but also people would long for it, but, I just passers-by, no longer able to appreciate: (
Cat Lumbar Spinal walk under vine in the low, almost invisible head of the sky, occasionally the sun came through the thick leaves of photos, not feel hot. Like the feeling of the wind gently blowing over the cheeks, no voices, no high-tech products, there is love Renpei at your side, life is sweet.
In the stalls selling raisins taken in a back stall holders, in the tent back to play a Uighur woman, in the Karez side wash with cool water, I do not know what day today is.
Jiaohegucheng nation's Jiaohegucheng ancient cars built by difficult terrain, in the junction of two rivers, hence the name cross-river.
Today, the car's people are with their city together, immersed in the course of history, leaving only the descendants of those dried by virtue of Canyuan to remember.
Everything is too quiet, quietly impression that all the eardrum Sheng Teng. Because hate noisy city, before fleeing to this piece of land, but still do not know why people think this is quiet and does not flustered. Perhaps this is the people who reside in the city simply can not understand the heavy.
This is a lonely city, everywhere Cang Yi, everywhere loess. Can not imagine the glory it once had, but you want to scream, afraid to scare away the sleeping souls of the millennium.
Lonely, and even love the person beside him. Under the starry sky, only this empty, lonely, boundless, suffocating.
Only the growth of the city called camel thorn plant, it is strange how it can be in this 15 mm of precipitation, evaporation, there are 3000 millimeters to survive the harsh conditions. Perhaps, that is this way, the more the more regrettable that bar. In the just struggle for survival, others have no sense of its bar.
Also remember Nazuo called Gaochang city, passed away in the city, is also the lonely, the same depression? That proud, stubborn Gaochang King, did the same with my tears flow?
"That is a very good very good, but, I have chosen not like it."
Remember that one day, will also be submerged bar.
When the car left the Turpan to see both sides of Poplar Road, so straight forward fearlessly to grow, I really wish they would be as strong as the Poplar always grow up with, always had a beautiful dream, even if the head Poxue Flow is not opening hand, I hope to be so persistent.
Their return journey, when compared to a lot of fast, always follow the sun, walking, watching while the sun sets, while rising. The color of the sky was beautiful and wanted to lay on the desert, watching clouds, flying, watching sunset on l, regardless of day on the 1st time around, only want to do a smile, look to the sky.
See the snow-capped mountains, when really excites me for a long time. That night, for the love of a white-haired woman, if they would bounce Konghou in the night, thousands of hidden bitterness linger? Or a pair of lovers have always missed the chance, whether it has been overtaken by the snow mountains, with singing whitehead whisper? Hill, aggrieved days Hill, endless, Tianshan Mountain, that distant and beautiful home of the legendary ...
Only bid farewell to Turpan, it has already begun looking forward to my trip to the Tianshan Mountains, Xinjiang, really do not know how much would surprise me.
Author: raincen
