Third part of the scenery on the road has always been very much like this sentence "the most beautiful scenery on the road", so, travel time, provided that the road can see everything, people or things can become beautiful in my heart.
Car arrived in Burqin is late at night, in the Shu family stay at the hotel benefits, again saw the group of friends walking together, but also learned that several other friends, including those of the two has yet to show up on foot of the friends safe my heart's joy naturally do not have detailed tables. Travel, after all, living together is just away from the more hurried hurriedly gathered is, people do nothing.
The next day played a month earlier, alone to get to know about that day, but after the Burqin hurry, but still did not catch up with the sunrise, the sunrise Irtysh surely must be Meiyan unsurpassed. This is a small city block, I cruise around for a while on a headlong into Internet cafes until lunch time.
Finished in the hotel and enjoy unparalleled abundance of fruit lunch, the hotel owner, Uncle Bear with me in the living room chatting. This is really a wise elders, his vast knowledge let me emotions. In that fiery red of the era, the number of such hot-blooded youth came to the frontier, rooted in life and thrive. Always this, these people who are tired of the burden on life and the life without too many requirements, he did not expect, everything is just my humble opinion Bale biased. That afternoon, the smooth talking, so I have benefited greatly. Topography from Xinjiang to the customs, from ancient times to the daily life Burqin bit by bit, every topic I have a deeper understanding of Xinjiang. We are constantly chatting, rather, I have kept to the elderly to obtain the knowledge, time in the chat quickly disappeared inside. Has been talking to off back to Urumqi, when there is more than an hour, Uncle Bear has a new guest, pointing by him, I went to not far from an old street. Uncle said that there will soon build a modern commercial pedestrian street, many old houses to be demolished, apart from his tone of regret can be heard inside out Burqin has become his true home. For Burqin, his deep and sincere feelings and simplicity.
When they returned to Urumqi train station on time out from the Burqin when the sunset is after midnight, the sun red expanse of the Gobi Desert to the coated layer of brilliant colors, has even more Burqin, this town has Neixiu, in a beautiful gesture sealed in the depths of my memory.
Car arrived in Urumqi, remains the dark morning, settled after they have finished their own, they started on foot the way through the city I love.
Walk in the streets of Urumqi, I mobilized all their senses to feel the thin capital of this northwestern province. Although there than not be the prosperous coastal cities and lean, but the city has its own calm and magnanimous. The walk from the street to the market where the walk through, I examined the Xinjiang people to taste their ordinary lives. Xinjiang person to live contented sigh me that endless, as long as there is music, dance, life is happy and prosperous. The erdaoqiao the International Bazaar and adjacent market seems to have become a symbol of Urumqi, there is also a must-see, but feel that commercial flavor rushing toward us, walking through the streets did not entirely share of blossoms and pleasant. Procurement End send home gifts dried fruit, almost escaped erdaoqiao's. This is because in the locals also said that thieves everywhere. In such an environment where shopping, only to complete the task, not the mood completely.
Fortunately, there is Xinjiang Museum in Urumqi is a great place, the Silk Road cultural relics, every one, are rare in valuables. Although the museum is just one of my habits, but, where I saw the most unusual scenery.
When to go, the museum in the overhaul, only opened a small gallery, exhibition of precious cultural relics in Xinjiang local and Mummy. Very few people visit the museum, only a group of students led by a teacher over there to visit, then there is a number of foreign tourists. A bit sad, for treasures of China's only foreign people are coming to appreciate and understand the travel that really do look at the photo shoot landscapes? No instructors, I looked at a limited presentation of information alone, one by one thin appreciate the heritage of these alone. At the end of my visit, the arrival of a Taiwanese tour group, there are beautiful female tour guides explain in detail. This rare opportunity I certainly do not miss rubbing in that back of Zai Zai and makes a tour of all of the talk heard. After listening to those who had simply relics of the profound meaning of Shashi became the enduring Exotic. With a tour guide came, they took them away, but I stayed, I have to look at these have been I have known treasures. Thus, while there are notorious for "Loulan Beauty", but also the world's youngest mummified, when I again saw the two anonymous corpse, the still deeply shocked up.
It was a couple, a husband died, while the prime of life. By pressing the Chinese custom, the wife keep the I's widow, was able after the death of husband and wife in the same hole. Body of a man is a long time ago was placed in the hole, and his head, has always been sideways toward the door of the tomb. Although this is likely to be buried in his family and friends, he has no intention of whom may also be his death is a pair of appearance, but I prefer to believe that this looks like tilt his head, he was cold and lonely graves waiting for His lover's arrival. He, she, after all his decades-Kang Zhu lonely and hard, can not be bald to the old two people in graves reunion moved me speechless. I am a timid person, but it is facing the two saw a corpse long, long time. Hair's husband, until finally the head of white hair wife does not believe in love at an age of do not believe in promises to see so of waiting and Sishou, people want to cry.
Burqin and Urumqi, two scenic spots not the city made me pick up this trip in the white flowers of innocence, perhaps, that I finally manages to make the snow lotus.
Author: a_lin
