Salbastau map location [Dream Wonderland Salbastau]

Sarbastau, which means yellow hillside in Kazakh language, is a pastoral pasture in Dalet Town, Bole City, adjacent to the beautiful Sailim Lake, about 28 kilometers away. It seems to be related to the barren rocks. The road into the mountain always looks very thin. The car bumped like a fish on the hook, and the road like a fishing line dragged us inch by inch into the mountains with great difficulty. We were going to a summer pasture called Sarbastau surrounded by mountains.

The car was driving in the Kola Guqin Valley on the branch of Tianshan Mountain. After climbing over a steep slope, our vision was suddenly compressed into a narrow lane. The road squeezed by the towering mountains became even more rugged in our field of vision. The car felt like a small boat on the crest of a wave, which made our vision in the car wandering and unable to seriously appreciate the beautiful scenery not far away. Rather than trudging along the road, it was more like bumping along the river bed.

This is a dry river bed. Time has long driven away the once surging river water without a trace, leaving only this picture that is still surging, like the Great Wall of Qin, indicating the glory that has gone far. I can still hear the unrelenting sound of the waves echoing through the valley. As the memory of water flow, stones have engraved that history on themselves.

The car crawled slowly among the riverbeds, occasionally avoiding the pebbles carried by the flowing water in the abandoned valley. After fleeing the flash flood, these stones became the only physical evidence to explain its past strength.

The car drove into a deep canyon, and the cold rock walls were cut smooth and towering. The road here was very thin due to hunger, and the frail body looked like it was hung diagonally. An iron sign was erected beside the road, and the four words "Kala Dashan" were written clearly. We got out of the car, and after a lot of effort, the car finally climbed over the steep slope after everyone pushed and pushed us.

What leaps into view are the rows of pine trees on the shady slope and a few goose-throated antelopes grazing leisurely under the pine trees. Due to the increased protection of wild animals, these elves have a safer living environment, so we can easily see a lot of wild animals in the valley.

Salbastau means fertile water and grass, and is a lush summer pasture. After overwintering, the sheep, with the simple vision of the shepherds, migrate there along the mountain road we are walking on now - which is also the route that the sheep will never lose for generations - to spend the entire summer. The lives of shepherds are guided by the seasons, and their grasp of the seasons is much deeper than ours.

After bypassing two mountain ridges, the view suddenly became wider. I saw some sheep that had transferred here scattered on the slope. These lives in the Bortala grassland began in the midst of ups and downs. Due to the pasture, the sheep have to move several times a year. The summer pasture should be a place where both the shepherd and the sheep are eager to stay. With lush aquatic plants, warm sunshine and a slow pace of life, both herders and livestock have found their most comfortable living conditions.

In fact, we don’t know more about the grassland than a sheep. These lazy guys lie around casually after lunch, like the scattered fragments of a whole white cloud. The shepherd on the sunny slope is leaning on his riding crop, reclining in a casual and leisurely posture. His dark face, half covered by his felt hat, reveals his innate health. I'm sure he wasn't thinking. The smoke of war and the overwhelming economic tide were outside the horsewhip. The entire grassland held its breath, and the world was ruled by a dream. We have reason to believe that in the care between man and nature, nothing can surpass the shepherd. While humans continue to destroy the harmony of nature, and then try their best to make up for it, those behaviors of cherishing nature and complying with the laws have long become the consistent nature of the shepherds. Their care for every blade of grass and every inch of land is like respecting One's own elders. Because of the clarity of the soul, the shepherd's dream is as clear and clear as the blue sky on the grassland.

The car drove across a wooden bridge, and the flowing stream flowed down. Due to the height difference and the obstruction of the stones, the sound of the water flow sounded a bit exaggerated, but it diffused the moist and refreshing artistic conception. It has more charm.

The winding mountain path is so thin that it is afraid that it cannot lift the weight of a car, but it still insists on sending us into the forest area. Tall forest trees such as catalpa birch, pine and cypress, snow mountain spruce, etc. are arranged gradually. The crisp chirping of birds, slightly pruned by pine branches, is also transmitted through twists and turns, inlaying a golden edge into the cheerful mood. Suddenly someone exclaimed, looking far away, he saw a stag standing on the top of the mountain. Even though he was looking down at us, the long horns on his head were still high and straight. After staying for a moment, he shot himself into the forest like an arrow.

The road was sharpened by the crowded wormwood into a sharp sword, piercing deeply into the heart of the mountain, and the car crawled on the sword's edge like ants. The increasingly dense trees, like umbrella ribs, block the sunlight from the green shade, and even the surrounding gaze is blocked. Driver Balu said that we have entered the virgin forest.

The car avoided some pine branches from time to time, and the strong rosin scent extracted a long-lost freshness and filled the interior of the car. Wild chrysanthemums and nasturtiums are like flamboyant village girls, clusters of frolicking and surrounding each other, delicate and charming.

The moist air makes the sense of smell extremely passionate, as if it is competing with the vision for priority. After a burst of fragrance, I see a large forest of trees full of white flowers, surrounded by a clear water, which flows from the mountain stream. , turn back here, take a nap for a while, leaving behind a row of dreams - those little white flowers - and then have a joyful journey, letting the flowers, plants and trees behind you set off the moving back, making the artistic conception blurred and distant.

The illusory beauty will drag the companions holding the camera out of the car one after another. Standing in the center of the beauty and the lens, let yourself become a part of the scenery. The desire for beautiful things makes people's thoughts at this moment, Become clear and pure. I feel that people often need to communicate with nature, just like the lungs need the nourishment of negative oxygen ions. In front of nature, human beings always appear too young and naive.

Some weathered gravel slid down from a high place, burying the road into a slope. Facing the deep ditch under the roadbed, the car trembled as it moved forward, while the shepherds who came later were free to rein in their horses and drive. The cattle drove the sheep, and a few sharp whistles pulled us far away. Facing the rugged trail, modern transportation is helpless.

After passing several dangerous passes, the road finally became wider. As if hiding behind a mountain ridge, when the huge lush grassland suddenly appeared in front of us, we were caught off guard, as if we suddenly fell into a designed encirclement. The densely woven grass suddenly hides the road, as if time is trying to dilute the past, but the road emerges unyieldingly in the desolation, vague and hesitant to speak. The stream driven away by the gap also rushes here, taking a leisurely stroll, but it seems that it knows that there is a more thorny journey ahead, and it is unwilling to leave in a hurry after many twists and turns. After expressing its tenderness and attachment to this wilderness, it is finally Farewell.

Open pastures still grow in the valleys, but this kind of openness looks like the living area vacated by green using its huge hands to push away the two originally shoulder-to-shoulder mountains. It is its own living area. The results obtained through unremitting hard work make this grassland appear both precious and rare in our field of vision. Seeing such a scene, people in the car jumped out of the car and ran to the stream or picked knee-high wild flowers. In their eyes, this was a dreamy foreign land.

The yurts and the curling smoke in the mountain col remind us that the fairyland and the human world have been integrated into one.

The shock that beauty can cause is only enveloped in the admiration of those of us outside the mountains, but the shepherds are used to it. This is just an ordinary grassland, a fertile stockyard, and a living space. Commonly seen are the cattle, sheep and horses, which are bent down to look for food. Occasionally they raise their heads and glance at them indifferently. They look calm at all times. A line of green juice drips from the corner of their mouth and drips among the flowers. This is the Salbas set.