People say: If you don't go to Xinjiang, you don't know how big the motherland is. In October, we bid farewell to Wushi by train at night and headed to the distant and mysterious southern Xinjiang. The next morning, the orange morning glow over Korla greeted our group of guests from afar.
Our car travels along the looming Tarim River through the 1,500-kilometer Gobi, oil fields and oases in the Tarim Basin. In the vast Gobi Desert, in this natural geological and historical museum, read and taste the Han history and Tang books that have been sealed in the desert for a long time and are novel and vivid. To the south of Korla, is the ancient mysterious, world-famous Lop Nur, Loulan ruins, Xiaohe cemetery, three rooms, thousands of years, under the vast Taklamakan desert, how many battles and power and foreign feuds and sorrows and joys have been buried. Beautiful little river princess with long eyelashes, can you tell us?
Visit the ancient wheel platform, touch the 3,000-year-old tragic creature --- Gebi Huyang, her skin full of vicissitudes and suffering, the tenacious and resolute body of life, born for a thousand years without death, dead for a thousand years, poured for a thousand years of immortality, isn't this my Chinese ode?!
The wide and straight road in southern Xinjiang leads us through the endless Gobi, sand dunes and oil and gas fields of Kuqa. Countless derricks, camel grass and red willows flashed in front of the window, and a housewife in Beijing should know how far the gas from her stove came from.
Gently brush away the smoke and dust of history, the cave paintings of the ancient country of Guzi, the spots and fades, the faint traces, is it a combination of Europas, Hu people, Uighurs, Turks, Semu, Central Plains Han, or a comprehensive incarnation of foreign races? Unknown. She has endured thousands of years of erosion and man-made destruction, leaving only ruin, mutilation and sorrow. The echoes of the cave seem to resound with the sonorous sword strikes of Islamic jihad and Buddhist bloody for four centuries, and the sound of pickaxes stolen by Christians in the eighteenth century.
I closed my eyes, and on the vast and magical desert and oasis of Guguizi, thousands of stupas, the thriving Buddha kingdom and the mighty camp of the Anxi Governor of the Great Tang Dynasty appeared. In front of him, only the black stone sculpture of Domoroshi guards the soul of the former Anxi and the ruined Kyzyl Buddha today. Where is his great thought and unparalleled majesty?
The Sanskrit sound of Central Asia has disappeared, wise and humble Xuanzang, will your Buddha disciples only shed tears? Can't Muhammad, the rule-abiding Muhammad, the loving Jesus, raise a luminous cup with the merciful Shakyamuni in the land of grapes and wine?
Mosques, Christian churches, Buddhist temples, are all temples of human spiritual materialization, and they come and go, splendor and ruin, and the stars change.
The moisturizing of the White Water River has created Aksu in the south of the Saiwai River, and the tall aspen, golden poplar, purple and red orchards, and slowly moving sheep on the grassland decorate the land of Aksu with vitality. The colorful, tender and sweet melon grapes made me understand the true meaning of the lyrics of the song "Our Good Place in Xinjiang".
Walking through the Yadan landscape carved and hewn by hundreds of millions of years, the golden devil city under the sunset, the flesh-red mysterious Grand Canyon of the Tianshan Mountains, and the old city of Subashi standing proudly in the desert, the years are green, the wolf smoke is far away, and what is displayed in front of us is magnificent, sad, so heavy! Let people not feel the slightest horror and depth, this is the hand of God's art and the wisdom and heroic ancestors left us a tragic historical and geographical picture of the west out of the Yangguan and the desert smoke.
The strange Kyzylsu is the homeland of the Kirgiz people and the place where the sun sets last in China. The proud host entertained us with tender lambcake meat, intoxicating grape wine, beautiful Ke maiden and soul-grabbing dance. The Han beauty among the guests was eclipsed by the beautiful and pure aura of the Kirgiz girl. We are all drunk, are we drunk on the sweet wine, or the soul-grabbing eyes of the Ko girl? The night of Kezhou with the twinkling starry sky will leave me with memories that will never be erased.
The morning mist receded in the overlapping aspen forest, and we came to the grave of Qianlong's beloved, Uighur daughter Concubine Xiangfei, to mourn and sigh about her poignant and fragrant life. Saints from afar are coming! Haunted by dreams, the mysterious and distant ancient Shule country is the most exotic Kashgar in Xinjiang today. Ancient and exquisite, huge mosques, and the high prayers of fanatics, flooded the entire ancient city.
The thousand-year-old earthen houses of Gaotai Uighur houses and primitive and simple pottery make us guess and ponder. The crisscrossing alleys, the Uighur courtyards planted with flowers and fruit trees, how many sorrows and joys of the past have dragged me down my reluctance to leave. The simple, naïve, beautiful and naughty Uyghur children remind me of their free childhood, and also lament the childlike fun that the next generation in modern cities no longer has.
Recalling the vast Silk Road, the walker left Chang'an, waiting for the dust to settle and gray hair and sideburns, and the journey of West Asia has just begun. The remote and difficult Silk Road, even with advanced desert off-road vehicles today, through Taklamakan is unimaginable. I think that back then, the scene when the Han and Tang soldiers would go on foot to defend the enemy on the border of the Western Regions was so touching and tragic! Drunken lying on the battlefield Jun Mo smiled, the sad ancestors who fought several people back in ancient times, we pray to the heavens, end the suffering, and rain the world.
Oittak, a wonderland on earth, has seen her magnificence and is amazed. Crystal clear glaciers, arc-like undulating, green grassy alpine pastures, forests at the edge of pastures, huge and rugged cliffs along clear rivers... Her beauty will stay in your dreams for the rest of your life.
The majestic Pamir Plateau is the second highest in the world after the Qinghai-Tibet Plateau. Mushtag Peak, Gongger Peak, Gongger Jiubei Peak, Joggri Peak, etc., these peaks are all seven or eight kilometers above sea level, forming the majestic sky of the Pamir Plateau. Among them, Jogri Peak, known as K2, is second only to Mount Everest at 8861 meters above sea level. In the history of world mountaineering, the difficulty of climbing the Pamir peaks far exceeds that of other mountains in the world, and the extremely high mortality rate is far away. The desert gorge leading to the border has collapsed in many places due to avalanches, and we cannot go to Tashkurgan, a famous city in the heart of the Pamirs, longing to be visitors on the iceberg. In the tower city and looking at the towering peaks, what kind of life should you feel? Jogri, hope to have the opportunity to see you again.