Set foot on a trip to Xinjiang-train experience (1)

Finally set foot on the journey of Xinjiang.

A donkey friend once said that Xinjiang is beautiful. Beauty lies in scenery, amorous feelings and gentleness, which is "fatherly gentleness" and has nothing to do with femininity. So, with curiosity, I set out alone in midsummer.

I took the train to Urumqi and went directly to the Youth Travel Service. In the youth travel agency, I met Xiao Tai and Han Xiao, and they said they would go with me. I am glad that I have a companion in my trip to Xinjiang. This is another story.

I rested in Urumqi for two days, and then went west to Kashgar again.

As the saying goes, "If you don't come to Kashgar, you won't come to Xinjiang." In my trip to Xinjiang, I put Kashgar and other southern Xinjiang trips on the first trip. If time permits, I will consider other trips.

At nine o'clock in the morning, I set foot on the westbound train again and ran to the westernmost city of the motherland.

After getting on the bus, I slept for two hours, making up for all the drowsiness I owed the night before. Now I am in excellent spirits and have been staring at the magnificent scenery on the Gobi Desert.

Outside the window is endless dry land, bare with sand and gravel. Occasionally, dust is raised, and on the cracked river bed, sometimes you can see how many gray low green bushes are stubbornly stuck on the stone beach. In the distance are layers of brown mountains.

In this way, the train ran for a long time under the dry flame.

In the afternoon, you can see the shadow of green trees slightly outside the window. First it is low and sparse, then it is high and dense, and then it is a forest. The river is also rising gradually. There are many traces of human activities. At present, it is no longer dry and barren, but full of vitality, full of green.

In the evening, the train passes through Kuqa and Yanqi. Oh, what a familiar place name.

In retrospect, these place names were known long ago when I was studying the history of China. In my impression, these places have witnessed many times of historical evolution and dynasty changes, and they are places that I feel out of reach no matter how I imagine. But today, it not only stands in front of my eyes, but also is full of vitality.

I got off the train now, looked at the platform for a while, and felt sorry for it for a while. I really stood on this long-heard and distant land. Although I only stood for a while, I was surprised and moved.

From the Central Plains to Urumqi, it feels far away, and then from Urumqi to Kashgar, it feels the vastness and vastness of the motherland.