Suddenly, I Want to Go to Xinjiang
One Xinjiang friend told me: 'Living on this land, I never envy anyone. Everything I see is the most beautiful scenery in the world.'
'The morning mist rises over the valley, smoke rises from the pink sky.'
Xinjiang is wild, romantic, gentle, and unrestrained.
Gentleness is spring, given by the sea of flowers.
'The first lily to break through the soil is under the foot of Tian Shan.'Like a soul escaping, it ends the hibernation and snow cover.
Then, there are valleys, ravines, and apricots that sprout from under the hooves of horses, red flowers, and unknown wildflowers.
There are also lavender fields with a French flair.
Wildness is summer, given by the grassland.
'The wind sweeps across the mountains one after another, enters the grassland, and enters my body.'
A Kazakh horseman riding a herd of sheep into the sunset.
Only Mongolian tents remain, hidden in the shadows.
Gentleness, unrestrained, romantic, wild, serene.
It stole all the most beautiful seasons in the world.
Leaving behind is a chaotic space.
The space here is chaotic.”
Suddenly, mountains, suddenly deserts, suddenly grasslands, suddenly lakes...
“It's as if you think of it in your heart, and the next second it appears before your eyes.Sometimes, I ride across the grassland, see Kazakh felt houses...
Sometimes, I see the reflection of the dancing Uyghur girls under the foot of Tian Shan...
Sometimes, I sit under apricot trees with Uyghur elders.…
Time here is also chaotic.
Perhaps you will see the sunset at 11 pm in midsummer.
Beer, grilled meat, kavass...
As the night deepened, the lights shone brighter.
Perhaps it's only 10 o'clock when the winter sun rises.
It's no wonder that the children who now have to attend online classes at 7 am also wake up early.
And it's just this Xinjiang chicken that wakes up earlier.
And that's just the land where wanderers reside.
Many people have a 'Xinjiang dream' in their hearts, which makes them think of Xinjiang every night.
Even if you just leave, you start to miss it.
Sometimes, just thinking about it, suddenly, I want to go to Xinjiang.
Suddenly, I want to go to Xinjiang.
There, the sky is blue, and the horses are wild, and the flowers bloom across the entire grassland.
People say how far away a place is, you know by riding a horse.
In the morning, sitting on the hillside listening to cows graze; in the evening, lying on the grass, reaching out to touch the stars.
Suddenly, I want to go to Xinjiang.
There, the canyons are deep, and the cliffs are steep.Every mottled wrinkle is engraved by the wind, and it will continue to be engraved.
The canyon's ring.
As the night deepened, I looked at the stars and the moon hanging in the vast desert.
Suddenly, I want to go to Xinjiang.
The sky there is very long, the sunset is very late, if you stand on the West Bridge, you can see snow mountains.Outside the car window is not only snow mountains, but also cattle and sheep.
Urumqi City is much better than you imagine.
Suddenly, I want to go to Xinjiang.
The grapes in Turpan are sweet, the melons are big, and the sheep are very fat.
In the summer, we gather together to eat melons and eat grape stems; in the autumn, we drink brick tea and pick bunches of 'Rose Fragrance'.
Under the apricot tree, generation after generation, people have never left this place.
Suddenly, I want to go to Xinjiang.
The lake in Sayem Lake is blue and clear, and the mysterious legends hiding in the tails are hidden in the bottom.
Supported by mountains, facing the sea of flowers, this is 'the last drop of the Atlantic Ocean' , this land is in the hearts of the people.
Suddenly, I want to go to Xinjiang.There, the mountains are very high, and the trees are very tall, tall mountains support tall trees, soaring into the clouds.The sunlight shines on the white birch trees on the slope, but it cannot penetrate the needle-leaved trees hidden in the mist.
Suddenly, I want to go to Xinjiang.
The wind there is very strong, the wind turbines in Dasan City never stop.
Sand and gravel turn a corner and fall into the valley, buried in the desert, beneath the hooves of horses, are ruins of ancient cities like Lolan and Niya.
Suddenly, I want to go to Xinjiang.
Suddenly, I want to go to Xinjiang.
The light and shadow there are beautiful, Kanas is like a painting in a jar. I want to see the sunrise and sunset, see spring and summer, and see autumn and winter in one year after year.
In the spring, I follow cattle and sheep across deep valleys.
In the summer, I watch the dark gray mountains and blue lakes, and the whole world is green.
In the autumn, I chase the reflections of waves and shadows, jumping and playing in mottled forests.
In the winter, I curl up in the ink-washed mountain and water.
Suddenly, I want to go to Xinjiang.
The wine there is very strong, and the Uyghur elder will tell you: 'Take a big bowl of Ou Su, and there are no worries.'
When you turn the bottle over, you only realize that it says 'nsnm' on it.
I don't know how many times I'll drink it before I'm overturned.
Suddenly, I want to go to Xinjiang.
There, the girls are beautiful, with long braids, wearing elegant Alderei silk, dancing like flowers in spring.
Maybe they themselves don't know how many 'Baharaguli' there are, maybe they don't even count them themselves.
But wearing bulky clothes, it dances in the hearts of people.
The children of Wuhan quarantine hospitals.
Suddenly, I want to go to Xinjiang.
There, the alleys are fragrant, with grilled meat, grilled baozi, grilled lamb stomach, sheep meat grabbed, big plate chicken, pulled string noodles, dumplings, mushroom soup, chili pepper noodles, fried rice noodles, meatballs, spicy lamb trotters.
And the smell of persimmons.
Suddenly, I want to go to Xinjiang.
Donations are really sitting on the title of fruit and vegetable paradise.
Here, the wind is rugged, and the four seasons are beautiful.
Here, fruits and vegetables are fragrant, and you can ride a horse freely.
Here is Xinjiang, that place that haunts my dreams, it is far away, vast, unrestrained, and rugged, stealing all the beautiful seasons in the world, and letting everyone willingly surrender to it.
It is a dream of the farthest faraway place, it is the ultimate travel imagination.
I, thinking about it, suddenly, I want to go to Xinjiang.
It's yearning for that endless grassland, yearning for snow mountains that can be seen with the naked eye, and yearning for the hardworking and kind people on this land.
Xinjiang is truly a place that haunts your dreams.
It's remote, vast, unrestrained, rugged, and stealing all the beautiful seasons in the world, making everyone willingly surrender to it.
