Ventu/Lucker

Flag Raising Ceremony in Daesan

During this self-driving trip to Xinjiang, seven or eight people sleeping in one room is the first alternative experience in life. Last night, a group of 13 of us stayed at the head of the village chief’s house in Gongliu Kurdenin Arele Village in the hinterland of the Tianshan Mountains. Six men and seven women slept in each A yurt (for details, see the text "Nileke Baili Gallery is famous far and wide, but I don't know that there is a gallery deep in Tianshan Mountain, and it is a World Heritage Site!").

The dawn in Xinjiang was early, only after 7 o'clock, and everyone climbed out of the warm blankets—at the foot of the Tianshan Mountains, the temperature at night was very low, so thick blankets were needed.

Rubbing his sleepy eyes, A said, in the middle of the night, I saw Lao Li sitting up gently, with the responsibility of an old security, carefully distinguishing one by one next to each other, and then with a sense of accomplishment after solving the case, he said to himself "the case It can be broken, Lao Le snores the loudest", then Lao Li took out two pills from his coat and put them in his mouth, I was about to say "Lao Li, I'm not asleep yet", when Lao Li was already snoring like thunder...

B said that the size of snoring is not important, what is important is the process of listening. The snoring I heard echoed from the snow-capped mountains. Just like a symphony, there are solos and choruses. beautiful. I also played a few tunes, but I don't know the tune, so let others tell you what to do.

C said that before going to bed, everyone was discussing whether it was Le Ge or Lao Guan who was snoring louder, so I silently pulled the mattress to touch Lawyer Yi. After a sleepless night, it finally dawned. Don't talk about it, it's all tears...

This is the ups and downs of travel, which left a deep impression on everyone.

In other words, after simply washing your face in cold water and brushing your teeth, Kazakh pastries and dried fruits are served with hot milk tea, and a new day in the depths of the Tianshan Mountains begins again.

The village head said: "In the morning, I will take you to see the flag-raising ceremony in our village, and then climb the mountain. The flag-raising ceremony starts at 9:30 every Monday. We have persisted for more than 10 years."

From the camp of the village chief’s yurt to the scene of the flag-raising ceremony, the village chief sits in the lead car and leads the way. The car has been circling and climbing along the Xiaomohe ditch. As the car changes shape and position, the scenery in front of us is really no less than that along the Yizhao Highway. , but the roads in the village are tantamount to hanging for two-wheel drive vehicles.

The flag-raising site is in a huge meadow surrounded by a circular forest, with one flagpole and one flag. There is no Internet or communication signal, but the herdsmen in the village are already waiting there on horseback or motorcycle. As soon as our group arrived, the village chief immediately presided over the flag-raising ceremony. First, we called names according to the roster...

The site is simple, but full of vitality; the process is plain, but respectful... With the rising of the national flag, the loud and sincere national anthem of the herdsmen echoed between the sky and the earth, as urbanites, their share of the country Sincerely compared with these herdsmen, I admit, I am really ashamed!

After the flag-raising ceremony, the herdsmen showed us all kinds of photo shows with simple smiles and accompanying horses. The younger herdsmen even yelled at the horses galloping down the mountain, and performed for us the elegance of the horses galloping across the meadow...

The best shooting spot of Kabanbayi Peak supported by CCTV

Led by the village chief, a group of 12 of us (one of whom stayed where he was due to a foot injury) climbed from an altitude of 2,000 meters, out of breath, to the highest point in the village at an altitude of about 3,000 meters. After turning over one hill after another, following the fingers of the village chief, the hills in front of us were like waves, each wave was higher than the other, some friends began to get discouraged, thinking that the beauty along the way was no less than that of Nilek Baili The gallery is over, and then climb forward, that is, the beautiful scenery composed of elements such as Xueling Forest and Meadow repeats. The only difference is that the altitude continues to rise, and there is a little difference in vision, so I stop...

The village head caught a glimpse and shouted loudly in front: Come on! The beautiful scenery ahead will definitely make your trip worthwhile!

Well, the friends were out of breath and encouraged each other, and climbed firmly towards the goal...

Finally on the mountain beam, the scenery in front of me is like the curtain of a theater opened: the friends all screamed, how can this landscape be called "beautiful"!

The cousin of the village chief came to the top of the mountain on a horse with a stereo and kumiss. On the top of the mountain, we were cheered up by our group—the village head and everyone drank kumiss in a big bowl, and played Kazakh folk music in the speaker, and the village head taught everyone to dance Kazakh dance; have fun, village head Riding a horse with my cousin each, rushing from the bottom of the mountain to the peak...

Climbing and drinking, dancing with the Tianshan Mountains, singing together with the spruces, looking at Kabanbayi, riding a horse with a knife, the mountain is as high as I am the peak, how joyful it is...

At this moment, the surprises of the past two days converged into a capitalized exclamation mark——this exclamation mark made by the blood of the Kazakh man is full of truth! good! beautiful! Heaven, earth, and people also fit together here, tall and straight like a spruce, rooted in the deep mountains, towering clouds, looking down on the snowy mountains, the sky is dry and the earth is branched, the sky is barren and the earth is old—people of all ethnic groups in the world are one family!

CCTV was dissatisfied with filming a World Heritage documentary in Kurdening Scenic Area. Gongliu County gave the village head a task and asked him to lead the CCTV film crew to find the best shooting location for three days. The village chief took the CCTV film crew to Ahre Gao Shan in Le Village, "CCTV is very happy: it's here, don't look for it anymore!" The village head told us.

"The county gave me three days, and I finished it in one day, ha ha." The village head showed pride on his face: "Look, isn't the scenery here in our village very pleasant..."

We all admit that we have driven through Yizhao Highway, Turksjong Kush Terrace, Nile Kebaili Gallery and other scenic spots before, and indeed there is no scenery more shocking than this place!

Back halfway up the mountain, the cousin of the village chief insisted on inviting everyone to his house for tea. Before we parted, I gave 200 yuan to the village head's cousin to express my gratitude, but he refused repeatedly and insisted on not accepting it. Back at the village head’s house, dinner, milk tea, dombra, Kazakh folk songs and dances…

Our group was touched beyond words. Before leaving, consider that the village chief took us to play today and gave us kumiss as a gift, and gave an integer of 4000 at the checkout. Before I got in the car and was about to leave, I suddenly remembered that the two bottles of Yilite wine brought by the village head last night were not counted by others, and the village head was given 200 yuan. This friend will do."

Say goodbye to the village chief Yiyi. No matter how gorgeous the rhetoric is, it is not worth the simple words of the village chief: "You are welcome, the nationalities are united, and the people of all ethnic groups are one family!"

Kurdening, a "horizontal ditch" full of truth, kindness and beauty. The world natural heritage left to us is not only Xueling spruce.

Sequelae

After returning home after traveling in Xinjiang, I came to a snack street near my house. The street scene that was used to before, the loud wine fight, the singers, the children selling flowers...all these feasting and feasting, seem to become strange and bizarre, even those who dare to write "a century-old shop" just after opening The restaurant with the word "Words" on it immediately felt that it was extraordinarily deceitful and dishonest.

I miss the nature and tranquility of the village chief’s home, and even more the innocent happiness of the village chief’s home that “has nothing to do with material things but connects with the heart”...