Bayinbuluke
Bayinbuluke - Mongolian, meaning "lush place."
Kuqa Bayinbuluke shuttle bus bound for a class each day, ten in the morning start. So we arrived at the station early, bought tickets waiting on the train. Seeing ten o'clock is coming, but the car seems to not come yet. As we all a little anxious, afraid because the words did not understand the Victoria and missed. However, car is indeed did not come. 11:30 finally over, the car entered the station, we have put down This heart, rushed the car seats for. 12:00 or so, cars just pulling out of the station. I jokingly said: "So in Xinjiang time 10:00 ah!" It seems that the traffic is estimated that before the southern border has become too optimistic, I went from one extreme to the other extreme. Uygur Aunt who saw the car holding a blanket, I almost laughed out, and this is mid-August, ah, no matter how the quilt is also no need to bar! But I was wrong, the fact that in the Tianshan Mountains, I was almost frozen to death.
The thought of driving out on the all the best, yet the worse is yet to come. Auto just getting out of town, we stopped in a village outside, and you look closely, the original is another station. 've Been here a few more bus stops, I do not know what to do. I asked the man sitting next to the Uygur, estimated that he was not quite understand my question, but his answer to my head, but turned in a few months is also not thought out what that means. Then wait. It is so impatient, I will go east around in circles walk around the West. Two more, here we have been waiting for more than two hours. Vehicles finally came, transfer, this car does not go, is only responsible for us outside the city received from the city. I FT, SUPPER FT! Southern border of the original bus ride that can not, nor is it entirely scare Oh! 3:00, the car This is really out of Kuqa.
Minds are at ease, and also started in the mood to savor the scenery and see the same car people. In addition to the five of us, young and old, all full of cars Uygur people, full of ears Jiliguala peacekeeping language, did not understand a word, very fresh!
Bayinbuluke there seems to be a coal mine, these people should almost always go to the mine bar. I asked the Uighur men sitting next to go where the answer was: "Bayinbuluke." Mellow sounds confusing, that wonderful ah, let me also always remember that he goes on simple and honest, shy, handsome faces resembles Fei Xiang.
Next, the scenery along the way so I completely forgot just experienced a small ordeal.
Tianshan southern foot of the school of Mo Guicheng like rendering style, loess, yellow sand, weathering of the mountain, a kind of bleak vicissitudes of taste. Slowly forward, turned a few slopes, high altitude seem to some, some began to feel slightly cold. Kuqa because of the foot or the heat of the summer, we are all bunt, though with a long-sleeved clothes, but on the bag, it is really too lazy to move, will perhaps give some thought. The mountains began to appear green, and a piece of grass, with sheep grazing. Climbed over the hill, days, clear up, the mountains, more and more of the tree up. Qingshancuigu from the desert to experience the changes, especially the taste out of his life was like.
Car slowly into the flat prairie, sunset, grazing has been dyed a golden yellow. Heard people say Almost all the domestic Nadechushou grassland pictures, almost always shoot from the Bayinbuluke.
Night grew deeper and deeper, I began to feel unbearable cold, when Aunt Aunt came to understand why the big summer, they will be holding a blanket on the train. However bad the cold is not just car window the night, sitting behind me, Uygur uncle also insisted on the way to open the window, possibly because of motion sickness and vomiting in some people's sake bar, carriage did not taste. Hey, they are inside tiers, of course, loves the fresh air, poor little piece of me wearing short-sleeved T shirt ah! Fortunately, accompanied by her sister, cotton sleeveless jacket lent me, otherwise I may not know where Happy went.
Car before midnight to 12:30 Bayinbuluke town, the car, I have been fighting the Cold War, it is cold, than the countless number of the car, my priority is to find a place to add a few items of clothing. We started looking for hotels. Just-do, I put both sets of clothes to wear in the body, sets out long-sleeved short-sleeved, Zaichuan vest, coat, in short, how to more nausea nausea. No matter, and life the most important, although they are still a bit cold.
Town do not know the reasons because of the tourism industry is also quite lively, in a brightly lit store. We share a jeep driver said his car was good to go tomorrow, pack Swan Lake, he Shunpian Dai us to his hometown to open a hotel accommodation. Walking on the road, may not be too cold, and I began to have mood and looked around.
Look to the distant horizon a grabbing, I was shocked, where the rising Stars scenes in the city where I grew up in this life people who had not seen the. Heaven and Earth is really the original one ah! And then raised his head and a sky full of the stars, I never knew there are so many stars, so brilliant. Milky Way like a ribbon on our heads flowing by. The sky, the stars seem so close, I think I may be able to reach out to touch the. There are so few minutes, I kept silent, unable to speak, do not want to speak, the mind is filled with really touched by this addition seems to have no idea.
Sleep at night is not good, it is cold, wearing no clothes and feel warm to sleep.
In order to catch up with the morning to watch the sunrise, we set off on the Mo Zhuohei.
Road bumps and hollows, and not so good to go, the driver climbed out a brother in the foot to the deep pit, the proud to say, or "two eggs" (2020 Beijing Jeep), general off-road vehicles are probably not make it through. When the car went halfway, the sky began to covered Hongxia, seeing the mountain is bordered by brilliant Phnom Penh, the sun came out from the mountains behind. We jumped out of car, desperately pressed the shutter. An instant, golden captivates her audiences jump out of the sun, gill have our eyes could not open. On the train and continue to move forward toward embarked on Swan Lake.
Where is the car parked outside of protected areas, we need to find their own path into the distance. Morning of the pastures, the air was filled with the fragrance of grass, the grass on the crystal beads of dew in the sun exquisitely carved, like many small wizard in the party. We walked slightly muddy road deep in the pasture walk. In such a fresh place, ubiquitous horse manure does not seem so sick of. Face a group of visitors came, they said did not see the Swan. Do it, it seems a little down Oh! Hopefully our luck better. However, in this morning, take a look at the scene was still so fresh and live up to this trip.
Students do not know what lake plants, a large red flushed a large, like the raging flames in the combustion. Good luck, distance swimming in a snow-white swans, wild ducks may be next to a few birds. I do not know what disturbed them, a huge flap the wings of swans flying up those little ducks are also desperately flapping its wings. That one moment, I suddenly understand why they are the envy of the ugly duckling swan, it was every move of elegance and calm, exudes aristocratic atmosphere, hey, oh, a little petty bourgeoisie.
Fast 10:00, and else, and back to town. Because the ride will be very difficult, we have decided to continue chartered to the foot of the mountain. Lunch continue to proceed.
Note:
Have heard has been suggested that the Tibetans in Tibet's Ali Prefecture moved Bayan gol, for two reasons: This sparsely populated, resource-rich; Mongolian multi-faith in Tibetan Buddhism, there is no religious barriers. I do not know how much credibility.
Author: youngxy
