Prose about travel to Northern Xinjiang in golden autumn

There is an endless road in life. Faced with endless chores in life and endless choices in emotions, when I was still hesitant, I chose to travel and give up the thoughts in my heart. To be sad, stay away from the noisy city and put down the endless chores, to feel the alternation of nature and its thousands of years of transformation, to find endless scenery for photographers to choose from, and to find the love for nature as the eternal love in the heart. Seeking some peace in the pure land of the soul, I finally embarked on a photography creation journey in Northern Xinjiang during the golden autumn. "Nothing can stop you from yearning for freedom and an unbridled life. Your heart has no worries; you like the feeling of walking on the road..." The music in the headphones accompanied me to kill the loneliness of the long drive. Or the vast expanse of desert, or the patches of birch forests, or a small oasis in the desert, or the long stream in the canyon, I can't help but see it passing before my eyes. With the arrival of autumn, the red birch trees , yellow leaves, white tree trunks, the golden color of the desert, the blue of the sky, the blue of the lake, like a wandering painter swiping ink here and there, forming colorful pictures that are forcibly reflected in your eyelids . The intoxicating scenery makes people dazzled and comfortable, and the romantic colors make people linger and forget to leave. Autumn in Northern Xinjiang is so generous. Every casual glance here is full of gorgeous colors, allowing you to spend as much as you want and enjoy it to your heart's content. So, in this bright season, let your wandering heart slowly wake up in autumn.

In order to perfect the light and shadow, photographers get up before dawn every day. This photography trip to Northern Xinjiang was carefully organized by Xinjiang photographer Shi Guangyuan. Dozens of senior artists from the Car Film Association came.

Baihaba Village on the border between China and Kazakhstan is the first village on the border. There are hundreds of families, more than a thousand people, living in the primitive natural village, all in small wooden houses. Kazakh herdsmen have made a living by grazing for generations. , living in a herdsman’s home, experiencing living conditions similar to those in the mainland in the 1970s. Feeling the fairyland-like beauty, the small wooden houses are lined up in rows and scattered in an orderly manner. The birch forest around the village is rendered by the autumn wind into yellow, red, and gold. Rows and clumps are colorful. Under the rays of the setting sun, The whole village is mapped brilliantly. Maybe it's our sincerity, maybe it's Baihaba's hospitality. In the afternoon, the sun shines brightly in this Kazakh village. White birches stand dazzlingly among the continuous mountains. The fence of the wooden house where the sun shines slantly is particularly eye-catching.

In the early morning, before dawn, we are quietly waiting for the morning glow and dawn. The first ray of sunshine rises from the east of the motherland. The smoke from the small wooden houses in Baihaba Village rises, and the primitive villages in the mountains are alive. Pictures dance before our eyes. At this moment, the shutter clicked loudly, for fear that this wonderful scenery would slip away from my eyes. It brings people into a kind of endless happiness.

Kanas Fairy Bay looks particularly charming under the morning fog. Siberian spruce, larch, birch, yellow, green and red, colorful, under the first ray of sunshine in the morning The mountains under the sunlight are hard, the trees are charming, and the water is soft. I don't know how to describe it. Is it bright and masculine or gentle and delicate? I just stood silently. Words at this time are redundant. Only in silence can you feel this sudden beauty.

Hemu Village is a village where Tuva and Kazakh people live together. It was originally a primitive and isolated natural village in the northwest border. As its reputation has increased in recent years, people from all over the world come here for tourism and photography. There are more and more people from all over the country, bringing wealth and vitality to this village of only more than 2,000 people.

The morning in Hemu Village pushes the creative activities to a climax. When the first ray of morning light shines from the east and reflects on the rows of small wooden houses in Hemu Village, only "click" and "click" are heard on the entire hillside. The sound of the shutter broke the pre-dawn silence like the sound of festive firecrackers. Hemu Village is illuminated by the morning light, with wisps of smoke from every household. The village is majestic under the morning mist. The birch forest and poplar forest surrounding the village are colorful, red, yellow, white and gold. They are extremely beautiful. Hemu Village surrounded by mountains looks like Heaven and earth are like a fairyland on earth.

As I was about to leave, two white birch trees appeared in front of me. The golden leaves of one tree were already browned, and the leaves of another tree had fallen off. They looked like a couple; I don’t know how many years they had been growing silently by the roadside. , and I don’t know how many travelers they welcomed and sent away.

Suddenly I became reluctant to part with it. Looking back, I asked silently in my heart, if we meet again, can we still find the love between each other that belongs to me?