Xinjiang trip and Nanshan Ranch, are they beautiful?

When you go to Xinjiang to visit the magnificent mountains and rivers and accept the beautiful gifts of nature, there is one place you must visit. This place is the famous Nanshan Ranch in Xinjiang. This is not only because Nanshan Ranch is the closest tourist attraction to Urumqi, but more importantly, at Nanshan Ranch you can more truly touch the soul of Xinjiang and feel the unique ethnic customs of Xinjiang.

It is only a 70-kilometer drive from Urumqi to Nanshan Ranch. After arriving in Urumqi, I set off, first visiting Urumqi, and then traveling around the Junggar Basin. The daily journey was a long journey of three to five hundred miles. A short journey like that to Nanshan Ranch was really a bit daunting. I'm not used to it.

Xinjiang makes people’s hearts big. After just a few days’ trip to Xinjiang, my heart has become bigger and wilder. I am willing to sit on an off-road jeep and run wildly along the land of Xinjiang. Only in this way can I truly feel the true meaning of Xinjiang. Only by appreciating the vastness and magnificence of Xinjiang can we feel the majesty of this land that makes people applaud. After that, our impetuous hearts can become at ease, and we can integrate into the lives of Xinjiang people more quickly.

The off-road jeep I was riding in was blocked by herds of cattle and sheep on the road from time to time. Kazakh shepherds were driving their cattle and sheep to Nanshan Pasture, because in the golden autumn, the water and grass in Nanshan Pasture were quite plump, and the cattle and sheep There they can obtain the rich nutrients of life, and then consume these nutrients to maintain their life during the long winter.

As soon as you enter the Nanshan Ranch, you will see a long canyon. In the canyon, there is a gurgling river flowing. The cattle and sheep all over the mountains and fields are leisurely gnawing on the rich pastures, which is like an oil painting. He rushes towards you amidst your admiration. At this time, Nanshan Ranch has entered the golden autumn season of harvest. Nature, the magical and dexterous painter, has painted the top, bottom, left, and rear of the pasture with heart-warming warm tones, including pine forests, sheep, cattle, bee houses, and yurts. , adding movement and vitality to the oil painting-like scenery. If this painting could be cut out and brought into our lives, I believe it would be absolutely beautiful. Other works of art will be included in these paintings. They will all lose their luster in front of them.

Nanshan Ranch is an exquisite chapter in this unique geographical unit of Xinjiang. The ranch is undulating and full of rhythm and poetry. The landscape here is very distinctive and charming. Under the sunshine, it is mysterious and unpredictable. Like a fairyland.

When our group arrived at Nanshan Ranch, it was just when the sun was rising. Due to the obstruction of the mountains, even though it had been bright for a long time, we still could not see the sun. At this time, the Nanshan Ranch was quiet. The Kazakh yurt at the foot of the ranch was filled with smoke. An unknown old mother stood by the yurt and shouted loudly in Kazakh. She was probably calling her children to go home for dinner. Then let the kids ride to school.

It is impossible not to know the Kazakhs when you come to Nanshan Ranch, because everything here belongs to this warm and hospitable nation. The car stopped in the middle of a group of Kazakh yurts. I jumped out of the car in a hurry and walked towards a yurt.

The purpose of my visit to the Kazakh yurt was to rent a horse from this unknown Kazakh family, and then ride the horse to enjoy the beautiful and boundless scenery of Nanshan Pasture.

As I approached the yurt, I saw a beautiful Kazakh girl wearing beautiful embroidered clothes cleaning a brand new motorcycle outside the yurt.

The girl greeted me with a smile. Seeing me straddling three cameras, the girl understood my purpose and introduced her name to me as Balia.

In this way, we met in the morning at Nanshan Ranch. Hearing outsiders talking outside the yurt, Balia's father and mother walked out of the yurt. Balia spoke to his strong father in Kazakh, meaning to introduce me to rent her family's horses. After knowing my purpose, the two elders were very happy. The family invited me to the yurt with great enthusiasm. Balia's mother enthusiastically served me a large plate of sliced ??naren (hand meat). , I was polite for a long time, but I couldn’t resist the enthusiastic Kazakh friend, so I had to grab two pieces of greasy mutton and chew it. When they saw me tasting the meat, Balia’s parents were very happy and praised me for being honest. .

While the two old men and I were chatting in the yurt, Balia was already greeting me outside the yurt. I immediately got up and walked out of the yurt. It turned out that Balia had brought me a strong bay horse. This horse is tall, strong, and very majestic. Although I have the experience of riding a horse across the land of Xinjiang, it is still a fertile plain. Now, I have to ride this tall horse through the rugged mountains and fields, and I really don’t know what to do with it. I’m afraid that this bay-red horse will push me down the mountain. I own expensive Nikon and Linhaff cameras, not to mention that these cameras were all borrowed from friends.

Just when I was feeling uneasy and hesitant, Balia had already put on a pair of denim clothes and walked out of the yurt. She was so charming, she was simply a beauty. She whistled when she came to me, and a silver-white horse ran towards us from the stable at a fast pace. Balia turned over with a deft kite and jumped onto the back of the maroon horse. In the bright sunshine, Balia's appearance was so beautiful.

She said to me: "I'll give you a ride on my horse!" ? Before she even finished speaking, she freed one of her pedals and stretched out her hand to hold my hand. When I saw that I had no other choice, I jumped on the horse with all my strength. Just like that, she was on the horseback. I was in front and behind, riding on the same horse.

The bay horse walked first, and then ran at a small pace. This was the first time in my life that I was riding a horse with a strange girl. I was very nervous and nervous. The two cameras slid back and forth on my body, hitting Balia's waist from time to time, which made me even more nervous.

Belia seemed to hear the thumping heartbeat in my chest. She asked me: "Are you afraid?" ?I said with a pun: ?Afraid?

Balia said to me carefully: "If you can't sit firmly on the horse, you can hold my waist to make it more stable."

Two people riding a horse are really cool.

On horseback, Balia opened up the conversation and introduced me to the Kazakh horse race.

For thousands of years, the Kazakh people have had a close relationship with horses. They have a special affection for horses. Many Kazakh boys and girls can ride on horses at the age of five or six. Benz. The horse is called "man's wings" by the Kazakhs and the "king of all animals".

Balia told me: There are many types of horses used by the Kazakhs, including Tulepar, Jiaura, Duldur, etc. Jiaolma is a walking horse that can walk very fast. It is stable and stable, while Tulepal is a kind of BMW that can walk like flying and run like electricity. For example, the bay horse we are riding is a Tule Palma.

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