Xiaopiao has also traveled to many places in the country over the years, and Xinjiang is still the place where the heart trembles when you think of it. The food there makes people linger and the prairie makes people seek a moment of tranquility.
I believe that many people have a "Xinjiang Dream" in their hearts. It makes people think about it every night, and they will dream of the scenery and special food in Xinjiang many times at night.
dream of Kanas
The misty light blue morning mist, mixed in the wind, scratched the face in one after another, and the Xinjiang in the dream was still far away and familiar, like a wild horse that had run wild. The lake, and the people in that city who don't want to wake up.
Spring in Xinjiang
Since March, the temperature in Xinjiang has begun to rise. "There is no winter that cannot be overcome, and there is no spring that will not come." Spring in Xinjiang is getting closer and closer. I believe that one after another good news will follow!
The lifeless plants in winter are recovering little by little, watching them gradually take on new colors, and the mood becomes less heavy, replaced by an increasingly restless heart.
summer in xinjiang
"The wind turned over one mountain after another, rushed into the grassland, and rushed into my body.
The Kazakh boy on the horse drove the flock into the dusk, leaving only the yurt alone, hiding in the shadows. "
Autumn in Xinjiang
"By the time the first leaf falls from the treetops, the wind has traveled thousands of miles.
The grapes in Turpan are ripe, the Gobi is sweet, and the desert is also sweet. The wind blows to the pastures and villages, making the sky brighter. "
winter in xinjiang
"If the snow does not come, it will not be quiet. It is solemn like wearing white gloves, leaving an insoluble white; smearing the village is like smoking black coffee pouring a layer of snow."
The canyons in Xinjiang are very deep, the cliffs are very steep, and every mottled wrinkle lives in the wind. That was engraved on it by nature, and will continue to be engraved, the annual rings of the canyon.
The days in Xinjiang are very long, and the sunset is very late. Standing on the street of Xidaqiao, you can see the snow-capped mountains.
Outside the car window, there are not only snow-capped mountains, but also mountains full of cattle and sheep. The city of Urumqi is far more beautiful than you imagine.
The grapes in Turpan are very sweet, the watermelons are huge, and the cattle and sheep are extraordinarily fat.
In summer, we gather together to eat watermelon and grab a handful of raisins; in autumn, we drink brick tea and pick a bunch of "rose fragrance". Under the grape trellis, there are generations of people who have never left here.
Looking at it, I can't wait to go to Xinjiang.
