5/31-6/3
Kanas --- I dream of the Fairy Lake back to my living city, bustling, as always, back to life. In the 11 floor of the tea room at the city is always busy to see vehicles and people to see the glass building opposite the dazzling sparkle of light to see the sky divided into irregular geometric shape, but also, as always gloomy. I really doubt if I has been reluctant to finish my travels, but because I has been reluctant to the beautiful memories from those fascinating stats, or because I have the courage to miss that beautiful. Kanas is my dream city bar.
I still clearly remember that when I set foot on this piece of land of that moment. Trance, I thought, I went to a fairy tale in the world. The mist shrouded mountains, the forest, water flowing through the sound of the wooden house with red roof, unknown birds leisurely play, nameless flowers haughty disregard of others to flourish with the air was filled with the aroma of the soil after rain. Do not remember a moment along the way to run around to fatigue. Maybe I was just happy child bar, there is always lots and lots of desire, but it does not really want them all to be achieved. As long as some of them have been met, will be excited to know how to go about.
In the room a little rest a bit, I also restless, and really do not understand why he was the face of mountains just want to sleep in the hotel.
The sun came out, parted and allowed to go, and snow-capped mountains as if bordered the top layer of Phnom Penh, the air wet. Tuva people riding horses on the road in the past, very spirited. Walking in the wooden bridge, watching the water flow Kanas, the two sides is full of light green of the birch forests and dark green pine forest, the distance the snow-capped mountains towering, jian-oriented year-round without snow, there are eagles head before, everything was fine quiet, very long time do not feel too quiet.
Lake was built in accordance with the wooden path winding linger, quietly lying on the shore of the big stones weird lake in the dead wood, will one day become the home of birds? There are no oriented ice, frozen very solid, smashing smashing also fixed. Wood Road, on the other side is a secluded dense woods, the sun only occasionally inter-pore through the years from a tree. Time here is the most pointless thing, I hope that is sitting here, watching the sunrise sets, leaning against the person I love shoulders, life can be so in the past.
Because it is like the wood road, the next day where they spend the whole morning, I really want to leave. Came back, in the passing of the Tuva people to sit down and drink in the courtyard of fresh milk. Xing Xing is not a good drink, but the eyeful of beauty, the wind gently blowing cheeks as the sun shines down, not the hot forehead of sweat are some subtle, they all feel very comfortable and really wanted to sleep in here, one good sense. Everything is quiet, everything seems not very quiet for a long time did not hear the voice, the voice of flowers, or, to speak the voice of the wind, or wear to the shepherd is far from singing? If the next life, I wish I could be turned into a mountain lily, in the absence of wanton lush valley, if the next life, I hope I can become a folk songs, has been plunged into the forest guards who have heart, if there will be afterlife.
The afternoon, we go to Guan Yu Pavilion, where he was allegedly see the beauty of the Kanas Lake. Guan Yu Ting Lake Kanas lake monster named after big redfish, said tourists are lucky to see this legend of the mysterious creature. Suddenly remembered a certain evening, back from the Turpan Urumqi way, the driver also mention that in the expansive desert where people have seen UFO. But in addition to brokerage houses Hongxia, and distant defense is not clear cloud and snow-capped mountains, only boundless Gobi.
Decided to ride up the mountain, accompanied us up the hill is a graph does not speak Mandarin Wa little boy, tan redness of the skin, wrinkled and there is simply a pair of abnormal eyes and shy smile. Along the way he not only the two of us adults to take care of very well and also know a good place in the landscape so that we stopped to take pictures. Unfortunately, the language barrier, until the last did not know his name, had no choice but to pack on the left, they gave him the ornaments to see if he contentedly in her arms, do not know why a bit distressed.
Bumps along the way, riding on the mountain flowers more than three hours, it is not suited. But for the open hill and dale of the wild flowers of various colors, the forest is not never the birds, You Quan, water cooling, days of high clouds is low, as well as on all the beautiful Kanas reverie, I really do not know whether they have the courage to persist.
Finally to the platform, but also a long climb to reach the wooden stage Guanyu Pavilion. Think about beautiful scenery at hand, decided to bang, climbing for a long time, climb tired, take a look at pavilions in front of a feeling that after a period to come, but is also found in front of a wooden stage. Climbed Guanyu Pavilion, has been exhausted, the distant lake, snow-capped mountains, forests, grasslands, sky, clouds, and water all this reflection, but also for true magic, suddenly want to jump to jump from here, but also overtaken by the lake reflection of the clouds. In fact, to know himself, and this can not be free and easy, there are always too many fetters, even if the long wings, there is no way to peace of mind to fly. So, here is everything to me, are destined to only one dreams only. Opened his eyes, all have been released into the atmosphere.
Down time, because it ran up the fork in the road, and then walk a big section of costly mistakes, felt very self-blame, exacerbated by his side did not know the words of concern or complaint, annoyed. Fortunately, because of the small wizard can not wait to run up to find us, it eliminates a embarrassment.
Abnormal smooth the way down the mountain, up the mountain in less than half the time. The sun started down, and there is smoke rising, and the child home after school, surrounded by the ones and twos, Xanadu.
Because it, too tired, and slept that night in particular is ripe, even to the stars did not remember it. So far are still bear a grudge, do not know, those stars Kehao.
Back to the Altay, there is no pressure in that small town and continue to miss the beauty of Kanas.
Return to Shanghai, in the visible starry night sky, the can not help but sigh.
Huangruogeshi, for passing like me, Kanas, after all, only human heart dreams of a bar.
Author: raincen
