Composition for the first grade of primary school (600 words): Entering Kashgar - Mom’s Travel Notes

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Enter Kashgar

People often say that you have not been to Xinjiang unless you have visited Kashgar. But as a Xinjiang girl who was born and raised in Urumqi, I have never been able to come here. A place I have longed for. In early 2005, I came to Kuqa County, which is more than 700 kilometers away from Kashgar, due to work needs. Before returning to Luoyang, I finally fulfilled my dream - entering Kashgar.

According to the introduction of the local tour guide, Kashgar is located in the westernmost tip of my country and is known as the "Land of Song and Dance". It is the intersection of the north and south roads of the ancient Silk Road and is also the city with the richest Uyghur ethnic customs in Xinjiang. Many businesses and passers-by stayed here, leaving behind a large number of cultural relics and historic sites, making the city slowly become an increasingly mysterious and prosperous tourist attraction.

"Kashgar" is the abbreviation of "Kashgar", which means that this is a jade-like place. The classic song "Populus euphratica in Kashgar" performed by singer Daolang is sung here. It is said that the Populus euphratica here grows for three thousand years, remains immortal for three thousand years, and is immortal for three thousand years. After 15000 years, it will turn into beautiful petrified wood - petrified wood.

It was already late November when I went to Kashgar. Departing from Kuqa in the morning, we passed through Aksu, the "Pearl of the West", and Wensu County, the "South of the Yangtze River beyond the Great Wall", and finally arrived in Kashgar at dusk. Kashgar is very beautiful at night. As we strolled through the streets of Kashgar, we saw handsome young men and Uyghur girls wearing colorful gauze skirts from time to time. Both sides of the street are flashing with neon red and very lively. Jewelry shops, tinware shops, and knife shops are full of everything. There are shouts of various Uyghur characteristics. The aroma of kebabs permeates the streets. What makes us feast our eyes are the people who gather together in twos and threes. Uyghur girls and boys, they played the tambula and tambourine, sang and danced on the side of the small street, integrating their love and passion for life into this boundless joy, and introduced the traditional Chinese culture to the Central Plains as early as the Sui and Tang Dynasties. , the unique and brilliant Kashgar song and dance were performed vividly.

People who come to Kashgar will go to the Id Kah Mosque, the largest in Xinjiang with a history of more than 500 years, and the legendary Xiangfei Tomb, but I was fascinated by the mysterious old city of Kashgar. Deeply attracted. Before arriving in Kashgar, I heard talkative friends say that the old city is the most beautiful and unique place in Kashgar, because it is located on a 400-meter-high platform, which is also called "Gaotai Dwellings".

When we got up in the morning, we drove to the old city. After a while, a piece of earth-colored, seemingly dilapidated residential buildings appeared in front of us. The high and low street buildings and suspended buildings looked a bit shaky and seemed to collapse at any time. Looking at this building that is in sharp contrast with the bustling city, I feel a little disappointed. I am really afraid that it is the result of my friends "explaining their sorrow for writing new words".

The old city gate is at the entrance of an inconspicuous alley. There are a few Uyghur boys with colorful hats and moving eyebrows and women who completely cover their faces with black or brown headscarves. They are enthusiastic He introduced us to the century-old house's "simple antiquity" and "high personality", saying that this place is a paradise for photography lovers.

With a skeptical attitude, I bought a ticket for 30 yuan and walked into the old city. When I reached the end of the alley, my eyes suddenly opened up. I was surprised to find that the city was actually connected in all directions. The low gates of the Wei family courtyard could be seen everywhere, and more than 40 alleys were winding, criss-crossing, and scattered in the corners. The traditional clay pottery workshops, ethnic hats and blacksmith shops here make the town look like a mysterious castle from the 15th and 16th centuries. The entire city is like a big maze, and you will get lost in it if you are not careful. We walked through the dark alley and inadvertently walked into a splendidly decorated room with a Kang table, floral carpets, and then we realized that we had gone to someone else's house, and the door was basking in the sun. The old Uyghur man was smiling with squinting eyes, as if he was used to seeing "lost" tourists like us. He told us in somewhat fluent Chinese that it was very easy to avoid getting lost. As long as we followed the hexagonal brick road, we would be able to navigate smoothly. However, if we accidentally walked on the rectangular brick road, we would not be able to enter. Going to someone else's house is a dead end. Looking at the old man's vicissitudes of life and enthusiastic smile, drinking the fragrant milk tea that the old man served us, I really feel that this is another "source of peach blossoms".

If the colorful customs of the ethnic minorities in Kashgar fascinate me, then the endless glacial desert and the snow-peaked green lakes on the Kunlun Mountains fascinate me even more.

On the third day here, we went to Karakul Lake, a rare plateau lake more than 190 kilometers away from Kashgar City. Perhaps for the sake of convenience, the locals called it simply It is "Kahu". Ka Lake is located at the starting point of the Kunlun Mountains and on the Pamir Plateau, known as the "Roof of the World". It has an altitude of 3,600 meters, a depth of 30 meters, and a total area of ??10 square kilometers.

In order to become "good friends" with Kahu, we hired a tour guide to accompany us regardless of the crowding and inconvenience in the car. The tour guide was very humorous. When he introduced himself to us, he said: "My surname is Hu, and I am 'Guide Hu'. You can just follow me and 'travel with Hu'."

The car started to move, and we walked westward along the China-Pakistan International Friendship Highway (National Highway 314). We were delighted by the herds of camels and antelopes that kept appearing on both sides of the road, and they were unique to Xinjiang. The "Colorful Mountains" are inseparable from us. Under the blue sky and white clouds, the strange-shaped peaks on the mountain are colorful and particularly enchanting. After walking for four hours, the snow-capped mountains on the Pamir Plateau gradually appeared in our sights. The huge mountains stood beside the road, and we could clearly see the glaciers sparkling in the sunlight. Going further up, you will see a tall mountain covered with ice and snow, with white beard and hair. Director Hu said that it is the neighbor of Lake Ka - Muztagh Peak, known as the "Father of Icebergs". It is said that thousands of years of glaciers on the mountain are there. This gathering, with its white snow that never melts all year round, is the second famous climbing spot in China after Mount Everest, and Kahu is the base camp for climbers.

There is also a beautiful legend about them: a long time ago, there lived an iceberg princess on Muztag Peak. She was passionately in love with the snow mountain prince who lived on the opposite Gonggeer Peak. When he found out, he was very unhappy, so he split the two connected peaks with a magic stick and separated them. Later, because the Iceberg Princess missed the Snow Mountain Prince day and night, her tears kept pouring out, and finally it turned into the deep and gloomy Karakulli Lake.

We finally arrived at Lake Karakulli! She clings to Muztage Peak and looks so gentle and peaceful. The Gonggeer Peak and Gonggeer Jiubie Peak scattered around her add to her magic and beauty. Due to the cold weather on the plateau, it is only November, and the lake has already frozen. The frozen lake has the same color as the ice peaks, making the scenery even more charming, and giving it an exciting and magnificent atmosphere. Director Hu told us that if we come in July or August, it will be a different scene. Tourists can paddle small rubber boats in the lake and enjoy the reflection of the white-capped silver peaks, green grasslands and livestock by the lake, and combine the exceptionally beautiful scenery Panoramic views of Pamir.

Breathing the fresh, clean and cool mountain breeze, and looking at the black yaks walking leisurely next to me, I felt like I was in a peaceful and elegant fairyland. It's like a fairy tale world with crystal clear ice and snow, like a dazzling priceless pearl. The smooth lake surface and the crystal-clear mountain peaks seemed to be free from the hustle and bustle of the world and the worries of the world. When I was there, I truly felt the infinite charm of nature.

With infinite reluctance and nostalgia, I left Karakulli, the maze-like old city, the hot land with blue sky, white clouds, icebergs and rivers, and this place that makes my soul wander. A place where dreams linger and thoughts fly. But my heart still lingers here, unwilling to leave for a long time. I will continue to be immersed in the dream of thousands of years of glaciers, oasis canyons and mountain lakes.

Perhaps only the shouts of Kazakh herdsmen that echoed throughout the night could make me realize clearly: This is not a fairyland, this is a paradise on earth!