Beautiful trip to Xinjiang (3) Feel the beautiful scenery of Jiangbulake

trip to Xinjiang (3) Feel the beauty of Jiangbulak

Get up at 7: in the morning, have breakfast at 7: 3, and set off for Jiangbulak at 8: 2. As soon as I got on the bus, it began to rain, and it rained harder and harder. What should I do? With the luck that the rain can stop when we get to the scenic spot, the car is driving on the highway, and the rain is flowing on the window. The rain is still very heavy and there is no intention of stopping.

transfer to a pickup truck with four people at the gate of the scenic spot, and when you see the rain outside the window turned into fog, you can only see the general appearance at the gate. Walking up the mountain by car, the higher the visibility, the lower the visibility. It's getting dark, and you can only see the distance of 5-1 meters with the lights on. The roadside scenery is even more invisible, and the driver said that the mountains are full of wheat fields.

after half an hour, I came to the entrance of the wooden plank road and got off the bus. I felt the cold wind coming and the rain was still falling. Walking along the wooden plank road to the mountain, there are green grasslands and oil-green pine forests along the way.

It's the first time I saw such a beautiful scenery. I said I was cold and sorry, but I was excited in my heart. As we walked up the mountain, there were fewer people traveling with us and it rained more. I felt colder. I was wearing an umbrella, and more than half of my clothes were wet. My shoes were flooded, and I walked with music. When I got to the observation deck, I only met seven or eight people.

standing on the observation deck, you can see white fog everywhere, as if you were standing in a cloud. Suddenly a gust of wind blew away the clouds and saw the verdant lawn at the foot of the mountain surrounded by oily pines. A wooden plank road extended from our feet and meandered into the lawn. It was beautiful.

I saw a few white dots in the distance, which gradually became clear, that is, the Kazakh herdsmen's yurts, standing in the rain and dotted with green, which are the nomadic homes of herders, feeling romantic and heavy. Nomadic people have lived by water and grass for generations, and they have to move countless times in their lives. Should they also aspire to live in peace? !

white, red and yellow flowers are scattered evenly in the nearby grass, which has a fresh beauty. Another gust of wind blew, and the scenery in front of me became a misty cloud again.

standing in the fog, I feel cold. Look at my fellow travelers, they are all wet and constantly beating. That's exercise to keep warm. I couldn't help jumping along, so I didn't feel so cold.

Suddenly, the clouds drifted away, and I vaguely saw white dots moving on the lawn below the mountain. I blurted out "sheep". Looking intently, it gradually became clear that it was a flock of sheep, and countless white sheep were scattered on the boundless grass. At this time, I remembered a lyric "Cattle and sheep are like pearls scattered". Too vivid, literary works really need to come from life, and only from life can they be more vivid and have more lasting vitality.

I picked up the camera and kept shooting, trying to make this scene permanent. I don't know how many photos I took, and I don't know how long it took. My body is still wet and cold, so it's time to return.

On the way back, the rain gradually subsided, and the scenery became clearer. You can see that the mountains far and near are full of green lawns and oil-green pine forests. The green lawns are like weak girls, while the oil-green pine forests are like guards. This is the harmony of nature.

We walked down the hill, facing the direction of the car, and down a slope, we saw three white felt houses, just in front of us, so close that I was very excited. I was even more excited when I saw a resort at the corner of the mountain road, which was also a felt house. The sheep are so close, you can see their mouths moving when they eat grass, and there are two horses standing quietly over there. Walking and enjoying it, I don't feel so cold.

At last, the bus came and drove down the hill. The sky became brighter and brighter, the mountains became clearer, and the sky was blue. The grass nearby, the trees in the distance, and the mountains in the distance were surrounded by white clouds. It was beautiful. There are several white felt houses along the road ahead. The driver answered a phone call and stopped the car, so that we can get off and enjoy the scenery.

Standing by the road enjoying the picturesque mountain scenery, the felt house is beside the road, and I can't wait to run into an open felt house. It's dark inside, and there are three round dining tables. The dining tables are full of tourists. What you can feel by sitting in a yurt is the improved nomadic life, and you should feel like a nomadic people.

On the way down the hill, the driver talked about the wheat fields on both sides of the highway, which are called "ten thousand mu of wheat fields". The wheat waves formed by the wind must be spectacular. Imagine the wheat wave, you can already see the wheat field, yellow and green, really beautiful.

But let's stop at the strange slope first, to feel the wonder of the strange slope in Tianshan Mountain. Walking on the strange slope has not felt strange. When we put a drink bottle full of water on the slope, it rolls uphill and stops downhill. The driver said that it feels when driving. What principle is this? Science can't explain it, and I don't understand it. I just feel its strangeness.

before leaving the strange slope and driving, the sun came out. Looking out from the window, there were yellow-green wheat fields in the vicinity, green lawns in the distance, some white flocks, and oil-green mountains wrapped in white clouds in the distance, and the word "beauty" was engraved in my heart.

When the car stopped, we walked onto the observation deck and enjoyed it quietly. I saw the yellow wheat fields spread there like huge mats. The wheat fields, grasslands, sheep, peaks, white clouds, felt houses and blue mobile homes really looked like a print. The shutter of the camera in my hand was constantly pressed, and beautiful pictures were taken.

It's a painting when you take a picture casually, and people in it look fake, so you can't hide your excitement. You run around like a child, cheering and jumping for joy, which leads tourists in the same industry to ask me, "You're not from Xinjiang, are you?" Yes, the first time I saw such a scenery, I was excited. I thought "I made you laugh". I was still excited in action.

Look, there are people moving on the ridge over there. It's photographers taking pictures and tourists watching, and I'm enjoying them as a landscape. Reluctantly, I got on the bus and left. On the way, I saw some beautiful pieces of red flowers, which should be planted.

I unconsciously arrived at the gate of the scenic spot. When I got off the bus, I felt hot and it was summer again. We are gratified to see the people waiting in the car with us. Some of them didn't get off at the entrance of the wooden plank road and returned directly. Some of them got off and left soon. Only the four of us enjoyed the beauty of ten thousand acres of wheat fields against the blue sky and white clouds.

On the way back, the people in the same car enjoyed the beautiful pictures we took, with envy in their admiration, and I was secretly happy.