Everything is a childhood memory, covered in dust for decades. In the vague memory, the black smoke and dust of Urumqi, the roast lamb intestines of Baihua Village, the rippling Hongyan Pond, the vast Wulapo Reservoir, the barren and barren Demon Mountain, the clear and fast Heping Canal, the empty and lonely Gobi Desert, The Tianshan Mountains that lock the northern and southern borders, the snow-capped Bogda Peak that can be seen from my doorstep... The best years of my life were left in the dusty bazaars of Kashgar and the narrow alleys of Urumqi. After thinking about Bogda for decades, I decided to go for my wish. As soon as they said they would go, they gathered a group of donkeys to go to Tianshan and Bogda.
It took a two-day train ride, passing through the long Hexi Corridor and the desert Gobi in the northern Xinjiang, passing through Turpan, Dabancheng, Salt Lake, Ulabi, and Cangfanggou. . . The train rumbled across the big iron bridge, and its eyes widened, looking for something. The old elm trees that once flourished next to the railway were no longer visible. Alas, the long sigh, the scenes from childhood, passed by quickly before my eyes, without a fixed frame. Arrived in Urumqi at three o'clock. It has been five years since the last time I came to Urumqi. Time flies by so fast.
My cousin and my two tablemates (primary and middle school) came to the train station to pick us up, stayed at my cousin's house at night, and continued to be good at our ground floor. My cousin works in the Architectural Planning Institute. His hobby is also outdoor sports. He is also a contributor to the Xinjiang section of the Tibetan Antelope Handbook. The first thing we did after putting down our bags was to contact us to confirm the car and the guide. We all went to the LXJ Outdoor Sports Club and met the famous old outdoor old man in Xinjiang. He had already found the guide and car for us. , I feel a lot more at ease.
In the face of the other party's offer, we are very embarrassed to propose a discount. The other party shrugged helplessly, and a few of us huddled to the corner of the wall and turned our fingers to figure it out. That posture made everyone look shabby. Maybe people saw that we were so stingy and couldn't make any oil or water. Pharaoh lit a cigarette, said something to the guide Aishan, and then said to me: That's right, we are only responsible for sending you, not picking up, How about it? I discussed it with my cousin, agreed, and decided that way, so I gave Lao Wang and the others a deposit for the car.
Leader Wang accidentally threw hiking shoes on the train, so he had to spend another 300 yuan to buy a pair here. We finally decided to meet at the gate of this outdoor store at 9:00 tomorrow morning, and set off on time at 9:30. Finally got the car and the guide, my cousin said he wanted to invite us to eat barbecue in the Uighur restaurant.
When passing by the South Gate, I couldn't help but feel a heavy feeling that I couldn't let go of. When I was a child, I played near the South Gate all day long, and I was familiar with every corner and every alley in front of it, the high stands of the stadium, the tall sculptures outside the Coliseum, the fragrant roast lamb in the alleys of the mosque... Thirty years, in a flash . I don't care to appreciate the night in Urumqi, I plan to come back and have a good stroll. Unaccustomed to the soil and water in Urumqi, and having a stomach ache all night, I really doubt how I can persevere in the next five days of long-distance trek!
Shocked by the snow-capped mountains
At 9:30 in the morning, we set off from Uzbekistan in a minibus and drove eastward, and we couldn't remember which road it was. When I was young, I had nothing to do all day. I liked to sit on the railway bridge and watch the asphalt road and railway leading to the mouth. My hometown is on the other side of the road and the railway. In the far mouth, one is the railway and the other is the road. . Driving through Ulaba, next to the road is the largest wind turbine in Asia. Hundreds of tall white brackets and blades are erected on the Gobi Desert, which is very spectacular and dazzling. I heard that Chaiwopu is the birthplace of the most authentic big plate chicken in the country. We specially went to have a big meal, and it was good. A large plate of chicken was pulled into strips, and the chopsticks were swept away.
Chaiwopu is not far from Dabancheng. There are many simple houses on both sides of the road, mainly for buying large chickens. It is very quiet. The dilapidated national road passes through the middle. Occasionally, bumpy trucks drive past the door with dust. , and then the town was quiet again. Turning left from Chaiwopu, we entered the desolate Yibi Beach. The 20-seater Coaster was struggling to move forward on the gravel road. The hot sun at noon, the smoke from the sun-baked stones, the cars kept breaking down, and we had to keep going. Get out of the car to repair the road and push the cart, alas, it is still an imported car, it is really too old, and it gets stuck in the sand at every turn. . . We were struggling to move forward on the Gobi Desert under the scorching sun.
Looking up, I saw an oil-drilling four-wheel drive car galloping in the Gobi from a distance. I really envy the driver of that car, Niu B is very. It's a very difficult road to walk (in fact, there is no road, rut marks can be seen everywhere in the Gobi), a few people got off the car to find a way to go. This was the first embarrassment we encountered before entering the mountain. In order to adjust the atmosphere, Ai Shan, the guide on the road, sang to us the song that Xinjiang can sing outdoors, as if he said it was "Bazhou Folk Song" (Bayingoleng Mongolian Autonomous Prefecture (Bazhou for short) is located in the southeast of Xinjiang Uygur Autonomous Region.) Everyone Sing along, it's so lively, the unhappiness just now has long since drifted away with the singing. Grey gravel stretches out in the endless wilderness. The towering snow-capped mountains in front are vaguely elegant in the illusory steam on the Gobi Desert, and the distant whiteness.
There is a little green on the beach at the foot of the mountain, a stream of clear stream flows among the stones, and several camels roam among the yellow poplar trees. After several hours of bumps, we finally arrived at Sancha Village in the mountain pass at 2:30 in the afternoon. The herdsmen who lived in the mountains in the summer have now withdrawn from the mountains and are preparing to spend the winter outside the mountains. There are several adobe houses by the roadside, and a few family members are putting on felts in the yard. I don’t know if it is camel hair or wool.
I got out of the car, packed my bag, said goodbye to my cousin, and started walking on the road. The leader was a Uyghur boy named Aishan. He was an interesting man. He sang and joked all the way, making everyone forget his fatigue. The deputy leader was a Kazakh boy named Faruk. Blushing, their Mandarin is fluent.
Barren hills with no grass, holding a river of yellow leaves. In the valley, we walked along the river flowing down from the snow-capped mountains. The river water jumped and jumped among the rocks. The milky white water reminded people of ice and snow. Maybe the glacier snow water is this color, and the river water brings a touch of coolness. The ravine is full of yellow Populus euphratica, the kind of yellow leaves, transparent apricot, especially attractive under the blue sky. The blue sky, white water and yellow leaves show the colorful and splendid Tianshan Mountains. The green hills in the distance are continuous, the blue sky is clear, the air is transparent and clear, and it is spotless. I can't help but admire - it's so beautiful!
After walking for about two and a half hours, we came to a relatively flat place in a poplar forest. Aishan said that he was camping here today.
Start to dawdle tent, start cooking, start daze. Today's journey is short and there is not much consumption, so everyone will play while cooking. Aishan, Weidong, Yongze, and Faluk went to Yanbi rock climbing over there. A few of us sat in front of the tent and looked up at the rock wall, watching them vent their remaining energy. I remember when I was a child, I climbed with bare hands from the vertical rock wall of Hongshan Mountain. The rock wall more than 100 meters high is a famous sacrifice cliff in Uzbekistan. Every time I climbed halfway, I stopped to look at the small sesame-like water people in the outdoor swimming pool at the foot of the mountain. Hehe, he was born bold, but now that I think about it, I feel cold and shy. Now climbing the mountain, I dare not even go to the edge of the cliff, and my legs tremble when I walk on the cliff.
How many times have I escaped from death, I no longer have the urge to be arrogant in my heart, appreciate the limit, and be equally stimulating and happy. They played like that, in the quiet canyon, the sound of laughter echoed among the rocks.
The setting sun quickly dissipated the last afterglow. Just after eating, the weather has changed, the cold wind blows, and the frozen ears are swish. The bonfire that had just been built with great effort was blown away by the strong wind, and the tent was shaken by the strong wind. The dancing sand and rocks will sweep the river. Yes, no wonder there is the largest wind turbine farm in Asia outside the ravine. It was so cold, and I was shivering even after wearing the down jacket, so I got into the tent early. After taking Yimengtai in the afternoon, my stomach is much better. If I only eat fluopate, I can't resist it.
The tent was rattled by the wind, and the scattered raindrops beat the tent from time to time. Lying in the tent so early, I couldn't sleep, staring at the tent as it swayed from side to side. ——The tent is my home, I am walking with my home on my back, and my free footsteps will take my home to any place... I stretched out and lay in my sleeping bag, humming and composing random scores and singing nonsense. Wei Dong asked me what to sing. I answered and sang the blind songs I made up by my children.
It's a blindly mobile population.
He sang on and off, the distant song and the whimpering wind outside the tent, erratic for a while, chanting one sentence after another. Despite the storm outside the tent, because of the shelter of the small family, I fell asleep peacefully in this piece of territory that belonged to me. . . 与此原文有关的更多信息要查看其他翻译信息，您必须输入相应原文
