For the impression of Xinjiang, I have always been stimulated by the strong colors of nature. The blue sky and white clouds are high above, and the vast momentum of Tianchi shocks us. The ruins of the Kyz mural cave are in ruins, and the dreamlike psychedelic hallucination of the ancient city of Gaochang tells us about the dust of history. The scorching sun of the Flaming Mountain rolled red sand, and it was dark with the fierce wind. After the storm, the bloody sun. It's truly a magical place with unpredictable changes.
Huangsha blew old years, blowing my thoughts constantly-----, this song is so desolate. In my days in Xinjiang, I was often enchanted by this strange mountain scenery. When our station wagons were galloping on the highway, we often encountered military vehicles from the army coming towards us. The warrior in the carriage beckoned to us, and the warrior's dark face, glowing eyes and lonely figure disappeared with the wind.
