Travel notes: Thousands of miles of pursuit, the beautiful romantic impression of the Western Regions

"White clouds are floating in the blue sky, and horses are running under the white clouds..." The northern border of the Western Region, the vast grasslands, the endless Gobi Desert; the windy sand in the desert, Jiangnan beyond the Great Wall, the golden autumn leaves, the mysterious Kana Sri Lanka, primitive nomads, romantic and touching legendary stories; all these have been mysterious and distant in my memory since I was a child. Although they are thousands of miles apart, there is always an invisible magnetism that often attracts my thoughts across thousands of rivers and mountains. Go and pursue the mysterious and romantic style of the Western Regions.

Although we have known for a long time that Xinjiang is huge, it is only when we set foot in it that we can truly feel its vastness. The scenery of the Altay region alone would take us all to see it. It’s really not easy for me, a busy person like me, to spend more than ten or twenty days to taste it, but the Western style in the golden autumn has its absolute allure. You can't help but put down everything in your hands and pursue its beautiful figure.

1. The golden romance of Hemu

The yellow leaves hold the raindrops, swaying in the autumn wind? With that trace of love, they gently float to the earth, that attachment, that romance , always inadvertently in the autumn season, gradually scattering the grass trees in the northern Xinjiang.

The romantic mood of Hemu’s Golden Autumn always leaves many words of praise in the mouths of many people who have been to Hemu. However, the romance in these dreams and the impetuosity in reality seem to be thousands of miles apart. , and precisely because of this, it is full of imagination.

I can meet the golden autumn crops but so casually, I always feel that she is waiting for my arrival; no matter the autumn wind and autumn rain are wanton, she still sticks to that beauty, mature and noble. Wearing a golden dress, she occasionally put down a few pieces of missive note, drifting into the distance with the pure holy water flowing from the snowy mountains in the distance, entrusting her infinite affection.

Walking in the forest covered with acacia yellow leaves, savoring the yellow leaves' attachment to the earth that nurtured her growth, your heart is full of a sigh called nurturing, and you understand the yellow leaves' love for the earth. I am grateful, but in a real life full of coldness, how much time can I have to understand this true love? I am full of belly but empty in spirit. How many friendships and family ties are evaporating and lost in the blackmail; In a real society where we take more than we give, how many people can understand Huang Ye’s love for the earth.

People always like to place their romantic feelings in late autumn because of its poignancy, because she can wash away the irritability of midsummer, and because she can bravely face the coming severe winter, so she Be romantic. Many times I have fantasized about holding hands with my beloved, walking in the forest full of yellow leaves, speaking softly of love, pointing out the autumn leaves, and interpreting the romance of late autumn into a beautiful love in the world. And because we have dreams, we pursue them.

The beauty of Hemu Golden Autumn is so beautiful that it will make you speechless. This is because it is hidden deep in the mountains and is inaccessible. It makes it look like a classic version of paradise, flowing down from the snow peaks of Altai. The river flowed by her side, nurturing the beautiful scenery of this place, and also nurturing the Kazakhs who thrived here, cultivating them into a combination of heroism and romance, including the heroism of galloping on a horse, and the bouncing of a tambula. The tenderness of time, a nation full of legends.

The morning light in Hemu is an amazing paradise. When I, covered with rays of light, galloping on horseback, suddenly appeared on the hillside in the west of Hemu Township, I followed the sound of the horse. Screaming, a beam of golden sunlight from the top of the eastern mountain began to shine on the grasslands of Hemu Township and the Kazakh cabins and yurts. A thin layer of mist gently filled the entire valley, as if to prevent glare. The sunshine disturbed the Hemu land that had just woken up; Kazakh cooking smoke was slowly rising, a few horses were sucking water from the river in the distance, groups of sheep and cattle were grazing leisurely on the grassland, and a few horses were grazing leisurely on the grassland. Kazakh youths who got up early are training their horses. The yellow leaves on the birch forest look particularly crystal clear under the morning light. Looking around, there is comfort and tranquility everywhere, which is enough to make me feel comfortable and peaceful every day. As the sun rises and falls in the mundane world, my increasingly confused heart suddenly becomes enlightened, and all the disputes in the world disappear without a trace at this moment.

In Hemu, meeting golden autumn and romance can wash away all the beauty and make you open-minded; if I were an eagle, I would stand on the high Altai peak and look into the distance. Her beauty will also fly to the birch forest full of yellow leaves, get close to her body, suck her seductive breath, and wait for her forever in the Altai Mountains.

After two days away from Hemu, I received a call from a friend who had just arrived in Hemu: "All the yellow leaves of Hemu were blown off by the strong wind, leaving only bare trunks." I whispered. Smiling softly, meeting the golden Hemu is romantic, because there is one word: fate.