Board To Board under vines dog, crystal clear fresh sweet grapes, icy desolate Gobi Desert, beautiful majestic peaks of the Tianshan Mountains, vivid colorful flowers of rape, the vast silence of the desert under the starlight, dazzling bright Milky Way, groaning as the sea cotton fields, a large, beautiful like a giant windmill on the prairie white shepherd and his flock, Uygur uncle warm smile erdaoqiao sisters beautiful flowers ... ... Uygur in Xinjiang, my eyes have captured all of this, permanently stored in my mind. In those days, even breathing are happy, freedom and happiness.
I rode horses on the vast grassland birds like the happy fly clear of the snow with the cold Tianshan washed my hands and hold off a soft cute little black lamb. I am driving a pickup truck to shake hands and walk a small road in the cotton fields, in the eyes of dogs Board To Board, from the vines off the shelves of a string of another string of large grain seedless grapes, carrying her basket humming a popular tune Zhai children to the vegetable garden tomato. I and my sisters singing loudly in the field paths, "Song was composed and young pioneers" and "Airuchaoshui" barking with bare feet onto the Taklimakan has more than 70 degrees Celsius, the sand dunes at night embraced the ride Highway in the desert, spent the cold night, watching the head of the Milky Way humming of "sparkling stars of heaven ... ...." We have a small tributary of the Tarim River where the water joyfully fought battle calmly ate boiled mutton clear, despite the money to eat at the bazaar took Silver Bears piles crazy things. I have seen a fat Pier on the Tianshan Mountains of marmots, two rabbits and an Eagle, twice came close to being running fast in the Wrangler fall down. I spent the night in the desert after the car turn secured to sleep like dead pigs, because Snooze missed a rare oasis in the desert. I almost opened to large stump truck to not cooked tomato Zhai back home. I have 62 hours to Wuhan and Urumqi train on the spit discharged three times, sat in the six days more than 4,000 kilometers cars, small hotel in the cold of the Tianshan 5 and older sister on a bed of money squeeze bed to sleep all night. I eat almost crazy to eat cantaloupe hematemesis, Zhai light within three days, a shelf of grapes, and Na Zhi played a big yellow-dog became good friends after. I looked at the blue sky on the prairie Bayinbuluke said to himself: "Have you seen the blue sky so pure? That is a gift of nature to you," had also cropped up over the head that appears to reach the lovely white clouds off to the idea of eating when the cotton candy. I have a living down the three big pig's knuckles, drink acid into the capillaries, where the Uygur yogurt, a month in Xinjiang, eating someone else's life also could eat so much meat. I rumble and in Uygur old Aunt speak the same language, in the Turpan 43-degree temperatures and traders bargaining. I am in the car and on-street riding Mercedes-Benz shepherd greeting on the road in the desert, carrying the national flag has also encountered a cyclist crossing the desert "Desert heroes" ... ...
Those happy, pure, precious, and how much money can not buy.
Who sing in the car to listen to our two-hour uncle told us: "You have a few girls really happy ah, looking at you, the world's troubles seem to have all been destroyed, like an angel." Memories, journey difficult to be filtered, and the remaining are all good time. So those unrestrained joy, like those who, like birds flying freely, I will always remember. When the next trip, you have to filter out offensive to remember those happy.
Author: brightwendy
