Ili
Daban began to turn the ice down the mountain, and Akira Akira ah ah, I fell asleep again, and really good for nothing. Re-opened his eyes, the window has changed mountain flowers were everywhere, the mountains, flowers, the bees fly, I immediately thought of "Tianshan scene in mind." Everywhere along the beehive and hawking honey, I think that the Tianshan honey produced in especially sweet. The valley is a torrent of kunas river, clear, rapid, is that it brings such vitality Ili River valley.
Under such a way in the end, we came to the zero kilometer road alone library. (Along the way hearing people say that the total of "zero mile", and finally understand this "zero mile" is what the Dongdong.) Drivers, older brother sent us to the nearest town, along the way both sides are large ranch. But there is no one on a sheep ranch in the shadow of the original This is the winter pastures and summer Yanger have been herded into the mountains to the ranch, that is transitions. Xinjiang is rich in rangeland resources is obvious.
Mix intended straight counterparts in Urumqi, this time can only be found by way of Ili, so we must continue to peers. However, everyone in the town but how to generate a little controversy to go, I tell them anxious moment said goodbye, a man riding away, and now think I was a little regret, as if it some of the taste of burning bridges. To go out to get to know a friend is lucky, though in the past so long, I do not know whether they can see, I want to say sorry, I feel ashamed of their actions.
Or to continue my trip bar.
To a new source of county, Qu Wang Yining got on the bus, I began to find myself there is no way seems to have stopped, from Dunhuang to Kashgar Korla and then to ... ... way to go on my feet by extension, it does not even take me to is expected to place. Maybe one day tired, she bought tickets to go home are also not fully known.
When approaching the sun fell on the Ili Ili, the setting sun, the roadside grass sway in the wind, the mountain without narat a vibrant, seems a little lonely, I am slightly sad heart. Oh, another of the petty bourgeoisie. : p
Because along the way and the people sitting next to him talk quite in Yining happy, he was eager to find me out hotel, this is a long time since I have lived the best day, and three-star hotels, three humans, particularly spacious and bright, as long as the 30 yuan. ^ _ ^
Transfer a person to the street at night, it seems really rich Ili River valley, where people dress, and a totally different in southern Xinjiang, costumes more stress, but also because the weather conditions, the skin appears much better, have less vicissitudes of life. I ate at the night market on the barbecue, I heard a strong DISCO upstairs opposite the rhythm of flashing lights, shadows shaking, it seems life here is no different with our daily ah.
Steadily and surely to sleep one night, the morning together, was especially cheerful. Yining here no more tasks, to see Ili River Bridge, taste tea, and then the next destination is the tournament Satoki of. Horgos Port looked the way to go, no meaning, nor how many people, I heard that the situation here is worse than before, and business is less than half of the past.
Down and return to fresh water Changhe Town, I do not intend to return to Yining, did not want to live here, take a look at the map front guozigou, I suddenly wanted to take a break and no longer had such a hurry to get somewhere. Taxi drivers to listen to me going to guozigou live, very surprised to say that there was nothing, there is no hotel. I said, a small roadside hostels on the line, and then impossible to find a place can also be accommodated.
Guozigou is a commune, pastures in the mountains inside, so strictly speaking, there is really nothing. Only a very poor road beside the old hotel, more than a few houses, only I live in one person. Uncle very seriously as I fill out the registration form of identity, looking at his meticulous appearance, my heart suddenly particularly realistic, I know that there seems no matter how primitive, to live here, I must be safe.
To lay down their backpacks, I intend to go walk around the mountain, looking there villages, and perhaps this can be a windfall. Grandpa told me to be dark, and come back early. Along a dirt road I went into the small village, the Uygur people encountered on their way to me very friendly greeting. Two little boys standing on a tractor, waving to me from far off, I raised the camera, indicating the need to give them photographs of two people "popping" to come to a stand at attention, a very serious look, amused me straight to笑. On the road met a boy named Xia Mixia, he said that in Shandong Academy of Fine Arts school summer holidays at home and help out. The sky began to dim, I began to back away as if from far off to hear someone say hello to me, a small figure in a distant land the direction I waved, I guess it was Xiami Xia. I waved to him, this child's Paoyuan the Lianbengdaitiao. I often think of my life because of this familiar and unfamiliar people and become enriched.
Back to the roadside inn, the sky is already dark, I have a small shop opposite to eat a bowl of mutton consommé. People say that in the Tianshan Mountains in Xinjiang sheep grazing, eating herbs grown up, so a special incense, did not cover, and for very simple on such a boiling, even I had never been anyone who does not eat meat to eat Cyril snore his shirt, the final decoction drink VIS. :)
Night, open the sister hotel is also specifically took me to eat the root boiled corn. Sitting under the lamp, I began to feel particularly at ease, and my heart feeling of floating impetuous rashness slowly subsided. Whistles from time to time on the road outside the car, seems to have failed to scare away the quiet night, I put a number of days since the harvest 11 to write the diary has become heavy, filled with my memories.
Author: youngxy
