Part IV wonderful all the people have mentioned that Kashi of Xinjiang Kashgar less than equal to never been to Xinjiang. Indeed, the northern look at the scenery, look at style in southern Xinjiang. In the streets of Kashgar, the Chinese had become a "minority." Europa race gives the ancestors of the ethnic minorities living in the Xinjiang region very different appearance on the Chinese, especially those children, one by one, all looks as cute as a doll pretty.
Flew from Urumqi Kashgar is the Sunday the day, this day, as usual, has a Sunday Bazaar. That really makes Baja can be lively, one looked, is dense black spots, Bazaar, on the intensity of the population is obvious. Into this dense crowd, they find themselves really busy, but to the eyes, not to mention the assortment of goods bazaar I will want to return alone to those dressed in costumes of minority women, let me see dazzle more cute minority children, dressed neat and clean, where Tiantiandexiao with, the taste of the festival over the boundless spread throughout the bazaar.
At first, yes, and three new partners to teach you to get to know the bazaar, the four also brought two walkie-talkies, but, to the later, the four individuals or disintegrated. Ye Hao walkie-talkie, cell phone matter whether, in the crowd surging Grand Bazaar, the serve no role. An arbitrary number of people who have visited more bazaar while browsing, while that may be encountered in the calculation of whether a group of my friends, things are as much a dramatic progress. "You see the good does not look good?" Listen how the sound so familiar? Made in China, Kazakhstan, not that I'm thinking of the group of friends Well! In a lost man can go back to the Grand Bazaar, the, was able to encounter this group of friends, it is a bit exaggerated. "They look better, of course, good-looking!" I use a calm tone to cover up the ecstasy in my heart, then friends, then go on. When they see me, I see in their face and my heart like a surprise, immediately, and Raksasa came a real hug, the joy of reunion better than anything else.
Although, after the reunion, we do not have the same visiting the bazaar, but I sincerely thank the heart, thank God for giving me the opportunity to get acquainted with such a group of good friends and pure, let me and their picturesque beauty in the common walk, let me the street in a foreign land with their reunion. In my mind, if they are even more beautiful scenery of mountain birch forest, I am glad in their own trip to Xinjiang, owns the Tao of the most beautiful scenery.
Although the Kashgar in Xinjiang's second largest city, but that attracted me, not famous Xiangfei Mu, Id Kah Mosque, but hiding in the crowded old city urban architecture after the vicissitudes of life, and filled with all the tunnel in the Old City gatehouse inside the breath of life.
Thus, in Kashgar three days time, although the bleak suburbs of Moore pagodas and fruit of the vineyard to the left a deep impression on me, but I prefer, is a person of that part of the old town cruise experience. Whether the strong afternoon sun, or yang bleak twilight of dusk, the Old City street lanes everywhere those naughty and nice children, where, or alone or together to play, and a look without the magnanimous and well-being of their minds. For me this unexpected intrusion of the stranger, showing exaggerated enthusiasm and joy around me, in addition to milk, milk air voice said "hello" in addition, is to use I do not understand the language, and asked me to repeat the same a problem, I do not understand that they want to know what the question is where I come from, or asked me to come here looking for what? I really do not need to figure out what they are talking, smiling is the best exchanges. I also told them, smiling, enjoying the intentions brilliant than the sun still faces. I did not expect the old town there are so many children, their innocent and lively, to fade away in the Old City to give a steady flow of vitality. Those children and their make gloomy reading behind the building, frequently became my camera to capture objects. Although I deliberately put the child to retain some of the false but still sweet smile, but more often, I would prefer to record a few pairs of cameras that are not interested in children's ordinary lives. Yes, they are not dressed in clothing, their appearance was also some sloppy, but I like these kids are not the same as the eyes of ordinary and not the same expression. From their eyes and expressions, I obviously read childhood happiness and fleeting. That the pail of water and the little girl, "melancholy eyes," is carved in my mind one of the most sad landscape, with the intersection of the moment that expression, I have a sad feeling, because, from her eyes, I read life the hardships and not easy. As a result, all the way with her, but it is unable to give her help. And she also read my good intentions, all the way back looked at me, it is Liu Guolei with clear eyes. When the last little girl home, I finally leaned against the door of the exposed playful and sweet smile, I only smiled and confidently let her leave my sight. May be the last of her eyes and smile, but it is a long time to freeze-frame in my memory.
This is two days, what am I change the number of laps in the Old City I do not know. Of those dimly lit alleyways, like southern waterways in general, infiltrating every corner of the Old City in Kashi. I'm lost, I find the way, and roundabout, and go back, that alley that gate, in my case, is still far too close to strangers. I like the walk, there is no purpose, no time, in the roundabout of the city experience the same tortuous maze of Our Time changes.
If we say that the children scattered in the Old City of Kashgar wizard, then parting Hui who encountered Grandpa, this is a gatekeeper the years, in the old city witnessed vicissitudes. Grandpa is a devout Christian, when all people are dispersed Muslim worship, he is still a small mosque doing the final cleaning, but I was at this time met him. At that time, he was on the second floor windows closed, my camera, alignment of the old windows, also asked the prospective of this wrinkled face. Is still a language barrier, uncle was very warmly invited me to go upstairs, I did according to his words, he also allows me the women into mosques places of worship, so that where I like him to listen to God's voice. I am not a Muslim, so I do not hear any sound, in addition to the elderly and my breathing. After that, the uncle's behest, to the mosque, according to a few phase. I am deep in the unknown in the Old City mosque, broke the feel of "national unity" power. Although the uncle invited me to his home adjacent to the mosque to sit, though, how much I would like to accept the invitation to feel the true Muslim lives, but Return of the train is about to start, I had to reluctantly bid farewell to Grandpa to Kashgar highlights of the Old City into my luggage, and parting is full of infinite charm of this city.
Author: a_lin
