#I'm doing creation in headlines # (Under the epidemic, I can't travel for a few years, I would like to use this article to miss those days when I can go sightseeing... ）
The night before I went to Xinjiang, I was curled up in the bed holding a box of tissues and tearfully watching the popular Korean drama "Blue Life and Death Love", song Huiqiao played by Eun Hee's poignant and desperate love story was lamentable, and the next day I was still entangled in the plot and could not extricate myself, and boarded the flight to Urumqi with great sadness. Unexpectedly, this trip, which I didn't want to go to at all at the beginning, left an unforgettable impression on me.
Most of the time in the memory of the trip to northern Xinjiang seems to be bumpy on the road, the car has been driving on the vast Gobi for more than N hours, the road seems to extend to the end of the sky, how to walk can not finish, just the northern Xinjiang, it is enough to let us feel the vast territory of the motherland. People say that "Yangchuan is full of paintings", I think it is not an exaggeration to change it to "all the rivers in northern Xinjiang are paintings", the beautiful scenery of Devil's City, Burjin, and Baihaba Village needless to say, Kanas alone is more beautiful than imagined.
"Kanas", which means "beautiful, rich and mysterious" in Mongolian, is located in the middle of the Altai Mountain forest belt, and the lake changes color from time to time with the changes of seasons and weather. In the autumn, Kanas is even more full of trees and trees. Ancients Cloud: The benevolent love the mountain, the wise love the water, and I always feel that where there is water, everything around me seems to be rendered with a hint of aura. Enter the Kanas Lake area and see the turquoise blue water, rushing and jumping forward, rolling small, white waves. Unlike the crystal clear water of Jiuzhaigou, the lake in Kanas in October was opaque blue, so resolute and thorough, without a trace of compromise, flowing forward with a jingke-like determination.
Early the next morning, we went deep into the mountains. There is a wooden boardwalk along the shore of Kanas Lake, walking on the wooden boardwalk, on the left is the babbling water of Kanas Lake, on the right is a dense and rich birch forest, the trunk of the birch tree is straight, the skin is smooth, it is said that the bark can be written like paper, I think a woman a thousand years ago must have written love poems on the bark of the birch tree with a pen full of ink to send to the person of her choice, and the words of the fly head are full of love. The lake did not know when the thick fog, like neon clothes, a group of us in the middle of the rush, the ends of the eyebrows have been stained with a lot of water vapor, the so-called mountain line has no rain, empty green wet clothes. The wooden boardwalk creaks under the feet, the lake around it rushes and flows, breathing in the first fresh and moist air of the morning without any pollution, Kanas Lake itself is high in altitude, plus there are large woods by the lake, like a natural oxygen bar. There is no reinforced concrete jungle here, no honking sound, no car exhaust, no need to look at the watch to calculate the punch time and rush in front of the traffic lights. Here, I completely got rid of the tacky atmosphere of running for my livelihood all day longing, and soared from the bottom of my heart to the infinite yearning and incomparable love for a better life!
The sun gradually rises, the thick fog that locks the lake surface dissipates layer by layer, and the field of vision becomes richer. Gradually I could see the surface of the water, gradually I could see the woods across the lake, gradually I could see the Altai Mountains in the distance, and I could even see the snow on the top of the mountain. The fog dissipated to the end, forming a wisp of fog on the surface of the lake, and the fog pillars swirled over Nana, steaming up, moving gracefully on the lake, and then gradually disappearing under our gaze. The thick fog dissipated, leaving no trace, just like the folding fan in the hands of qinhuai women, the wind and moon were boundless when opened, and the clouds dissipated when closed. I don't know if Kanas Lake often staged such breathtaking beauty, and I, rather persistently and narcissistically, believe that this visual feast is unprecedented in a thousand years, bloomed specifically for us.
Unconsciously it was a morning, on the way back to the station, I met a Kazakh man, burly, wearing a one-piece leather jacket and pants, standing in the waist-deep lake water, with a net in his hand, there were several big red fish in the net, he could not speak a word of Chinese, the communication between us was limited to sign language, he pointed to the six fish in the net, and drew out the appearance of five with his hands, which meant that these six fish sold Wu Shiyuan, we agreed very happily, but we were suffering from no container containing fish, and we did not know how to take it. You can't always take away people's fishing weapons. The Hasa man, who was very sophisticated, picked up a rattan and passed through the mouths of several fish, pulled a button, and the fish were firmly tied together. Watching his hands flutter up and down in a dizzying series of movements, I secretly lamented that the wisdom of the working people was omnipresent.
On the way back, a few fish in our hands attracted countless envious eyes, many people asked how this fish came from, and we proudly said: "Fished in the river!" Get up early, there are many fish on the river beach, and you can catch one. But it may not be there now. Some of the masses looked at us suspiciously, half-believing; some of the masses did not know it, and even believed it, and there was a beautiful crush complaining about the male companions around them: "I blame you, I said get up early, you can't afford it!" Really, there are no fish to be caught at this time! The boy was full of guilt, patting his chest and vowing to get up early tomorrow to touch the fish to comfort his girlfriend. As we walked back, I was secretly worried about the boy, not knowing how he would make a difference tomorrow morning.
Lunch was eaten at the local people's house, we let him stew fresh fish, and asked for several bottles of beer and a number of lamb skewers, Xinjiang's lamb does not seem to be a taste with Beijing's mutton, according to the local people, due to the local altitude of high sunshine, all year round there is alpine snow water moisturizing, grass is different from other places, they joke that Xinjiang sheep eat Cordyceps sinensis, drink mineral water, boo out is mrs. oral liquid, it is out of the six-flavored yellow balls, the taste of lamb is naturally different. Xinjiang people's kebabs are also dedicated, slow work out of the work, roasted very attentively, a poured life's effort, turned over and over and roasted, brushed over and baked one side, brushed again to bake one side, brushed again and baked again, until the ingredients are completely flavored, the meat skewers squeak with oil, the aroma is fragrant, mouth-watering, when the plate is served, the male wolves and female wolves are all green in their eyes, and the wind sweeps away like a remnant of clouds. The big white clouds in the blue sky wandered carelessly, the grass that spread over the mountains was lonely and green, looking at the peaks and peaks, the smoke on the side of the wooden house, in view of the scenery was too beautiful, I unfortunately had a big appetite, Liangshan good Han gulped down meat, drank in a large bowl, and at the end of the fish soup with an extremely delicious taste, the perfect ending, the friends who accompanied me witnessed the whole process of the gentle lady turning into a good man of Liangshan, all of them looked sideways, speechless shocked! The stunned gaze of the crowd deeply stung my heart, fortunately did not sting my stomach, I simply turned grief and indignation into a meal, and performed a legendary "gluttony" in a vivid way, which fully demonstrated the fierce eating style of the hui women in the north.
The beauty of Kanas and the joy of the trip to the north have left the most memorable in my many memories of travels, I think perhaps because her beautiful scenery appeared at the moment when I was least alert. Whenever I am gradually impatient by the complicated and trivial life day after day, there are always some inadvertent moments, and these colorful memories are like a fresh wind, gently blowing through my mind, making me think that life can still be so beautiful, and it can also be so green and green, birds and flowers.
The mountains are green, the birds are singing and the flowers are fragrant...