Memorable Title VI Turpan
I did not go to Turpan in this plan, not only because of lack of time, but also because the chick right there, a description of a friend let me down. However, when I sat back from Kashgar to Urumqi train, watching the sun baked the Gobi desert violently when all of a sudden cardiac inside Jiaohegucheng at sunset, we try to contact the case chicks ask Turpan, phone actually connected, and sometimes no signal in Xinjiang, which really can be said to be a miracle. Coincidentally, the train is also just 10 minutes delayed. In this "opportune" conditions, I can not find the reason not to Turpan.
Allow me to stay the longest in Turpan, only one afternoon and one night, can not go Tu Yugou, only to Jiaohegucheng. Out of the station, successfully met a Dutch woman, Mariette, two people travel together with the cross-river, take the opportunity also went to the Karez.
I know that there is no meaning of Karez is a very good place, but go there to spend their time - when the sun just head, I want to see the sunset inside the Old City, because I believe that certainly not inferior to imagine the "sunset under the Stone City. "
Really can not find words to describe the feelings I have seen Jiaohegucheng. 2 Chitose's native country dynasty, in the setting sun cast a brilliant inside backs, but also my heart to leave soon as a heavy sigh. Walk the Old City in an increasingly weathered ruins, history, and on my feet to the extended distance. Touch the building of those rough time in the sand where reverse, two thousand years ago, cross-river, with the prosperity and extravagance Shengge every night. I do not know the past, "Chang-an embroidered look back piles of" like how to go Jiaohegucheng deteriorate, and as I do not know when the sad beautiful flowers wither, I just knew that my eyes see everything, has been where stands for two thousand years, with only the sand winds can understand the language, proclaiming years of poems. Evening Jiaohegucheng, desolate, Mariette has long been hidden deep into the Old City to find belonging to her beauty, I would a person chasing the sun in the sand and do my best with a camera to record the decline of this dynasty Although but still stalwart presence. Liulianwangfan.
Take leave Jiaohegucheng back to the hotel, horror to find that two fire trucks parked outside the door actually. Fire! At that time the idea of flash-off is: finished, I finished the whole record of Xinjiang! Fortunately, not the fire building where we live, my precious film are perfectly good. This accident, Fire Island is also regarded as the Turpan to our bar open a little joke.
Night with Mariette are considering where to go to dinner, see the side of the road a crowded restaurant, the door stood three costumes, Uygur woman, the moment to think it is a wedding, but also quipped that you can Cengfan eat. Unexpectedly, that family and really invited us to eat dinner, and dinner that day was to celebrate the circumcision of a child six years of age. Mariette and I am pleased to be invited to seated, although the tables can be accomplished, all the local cuisine, but we both really attracted to, is to participate in local song and dance celebration.
Friend's house, the eldest son of the owner can speak English, of course, become our accompanied. During the meeting, we are constantly pouring Tian Cai, good manners and unusual style of conversation so that we are all in love with this handsome 17-year-old boy. Dinner only had a single field, the focus of the dinner is the Uygur people singing, dancing, boys have also jumped up dance, dance attracted skilled successive our applause. And I gladly accepted the invitation of others, learning of their appearance, jumping Xinjiang dance. Contrary to my expectation is that I have actually also received applause again and again, and afterwards even Mariette not believe I had never studied dance in Xinjiang. That night, I kept jumping constantly turn the ring, I heartily enjoy the last holiday joy.
When I finally got rid of the hospitable invitation of Uygur people dancing, and Mariette fled to hotels, we are all right that the young handsome lad full of praise, never forget, but hastily left his classroom without contact, which gave me almost perfect The Turpan tour has left a little regret.
The next morning, when I boarded the bus back to Urumqi from Turpan, I know, belongs to my trip to Xinjiang will draw a successful close. Looking back on this trip, though seen from the landscape to the atmosphere all the way, vast land of Xinjiang, but I really just a very small part of touching, but I still feel that I know of a new Xinjiang, to know where completely different from the rumors Xinjiang people. I fell in love with this magical and beautiful place.
Some people say, "stay in one place for a long time, there will be the feeling of home." I want to say is that if you really liking a place, even if it is distant from his home, the same can be your soul's hometown, Like many people in Xinjiang heart.
Author: a_lin
