The Crossing of Monkot Ancient Road

Monkot is located at the easternmost point of Nu Mountain in Borocco, Tianshan Mountain, with the highest peak at an altitude of 4,590 meters. Monkot is a scenic spot with multi-level mysterious landscapes such as canyons, waterfalls, forests, grasslands, hot springs, glaciers and ancient roads. Its northern slope is pregnant with Gultu River and Kuitun River; Its southern slope is an important water supply source for Kashi River system in Nileke County. It is also known as the "Baili Gallery" in Tamboura Tourist Area, and it is also the natural boundary mountain range in Kuitun, Wusu and Nilek counties. "Munckert" is a Mongolian language, meaning "snow peak that never melts", and it is quoted as "eternity", because Monk Tedaban is 3,945 meters above sea level, which is one of the highest in Gashan and Elaine in Khabir, with misty weather all year round, changeable climate and steep roads. Rare wild animals such as snow leopard, brown bear, goat and red deer often appear near Daban. ?

I have been longing for the ancient road of Munckert for many years. After consulting several leaders of Tamboura Yema Outdoor Group and referring to the weather forecast, I decided to go on July 8, 20 14. ?

At 7: 30 a.m. on July 8th, a group of nine of us set off from Rensanleke County by bus, heading east, up Kashi River and heading for Tamboura and Zhuo Ma. After a short stay in Zhuo Ma Martyrs Cemetery, we drove on National Highway 2 17. National Highway 2 17 is a famous Tianshan Highway in China, also known as Duku Highway, which is the highway from Dushanzi in northern Xinjiang to Kuqa in southern Xinjiang. Magnificent, dreamy and sublime. This road can only be opened to traffic for half a year, and it is a very important national defense highway. In order to build this road, 148 martyrs gave their young lives, and the Jorma Martyrs Cemetery and Monument were built for them. The movies "Soldiers in the Deep Tianshan Mountains", "Journey to Tianshan Mountains" and "Looking at Tianshan Mountains" are the true portrayal of the lives of these steel soldiers. ?

Follow this heroic Tianshan highway and walk up the winding mountain road. Along the way, the snow peaks stand tall and the vegetation gradually becomes scarce, so the Hasselgen tunnel comes into our eyes. Hasselgen Tunnel (Hasselgen is Mongolian, meaning insurmountable) is the highest highway tunnel in China, with an altitude of 3,400 meters. After 340 meters of tunnel, it was all downhill. At the 625 road sign of National Highway 2 17, enter the entrance of Monkot Ancient Road. After checking the backpacks and loads of each team member, I took the team members around a curved sidewalk and looked along the river bank. On the roaring Kuitun River, an iron bridge painted blue appeared before our eyes. Looking around the banks, Kuitun River flows down from southwest to northeast. Crossing the railway bridge and going upstream along Kuitun River, we stepped into this ancient road in Munckert which has gone through thousands of years. ?

Monkot ancient road has long been famous all over the country. This is a very old article. Pass through Monkot Daban in Monkot Canyon, connect Nilek Tamboura in the south, connect Usbayingou in the north, leave Monkot, cross Shawan in the east, and connect Changji, Qitai and Dongjiang. To this end, I also specially consulted Professor Liu Xuetang, a famous archaeologist who is familiar with the ancient Monkot Road. Liu Jiaoshou said that the ancient Munckert Road has a very long history, and it was already a mature oasis channel connecting the northern foot of Tianshan Mountain as early as prehistoric times. He once dug a high-level tomb that was given to the tribe during the Warring States period in a place called Sishu on the ancient road of Monkot. According to most scholars' research, it is said that in the early Western Han Dynasty, Wusun people who originally lived in Hexi Corridor began to move westward because of persecution by Xiongnu. It was along this little-known passage that they entered the Ili Valley in the hinterland of Tianshan Mountain, driving away the Dayue family who also moved here because of the expulsion of Xiongnu. Since then, Wusun people have thrived in this fertile valley grassland, and people and animals have flourished, eventually becoming the largest country among the 36 western regions at that time-Wusun Kingdom. ?

In the 1970s, a national defense war preparation highway was built on this ancient road. Originally used as the predecessor of the Ili section of Duku Highway, it was abandoned due to bad natural conditions. A lot of manpower and financial resources were spent in those years, and there are still obvious road marks on the ancient road. ?

The ancient Monkot Road is really extraordinary. We walked for less than ten minutes, but we were startled: there is no road ahead! On the right is a gravel slope of almost 70 degrees, and on the left is the Kuitun River, which is choppy and fast-flowing. If the soles of your feet are unstable, once you slip, the consequences will be unimaginable. Looking up from the top right, I saw the steep mountains on the slope, towering cliffs and huge stones hanging from the top. If a rolling stone falls at this time, it will be very dangerous. We are trembling, stepping every step, and passing safely before the hanging heart falls. After that, although there was some slope, the slope was a little slow, which was a gradual turn around. Bypassing a sharp boulder, the war preparation road left over from that year appeared. ?

The whole Monkot ancient road runs through a narrow V-shaped channel on the right side of Kuitun River. On both sides of the valley are clumps of yehliu, mingled with the towering old trees of Populus euphratica, Salix, Haloxylon ammodendron. Gravel and rotten wood are scattered all over the damaged roads. Occasionally herders pass by in a hurry on the road. They looked at us with surprised eyes and couldn't understand why we asked for it. Away from the noise of the city and into the wilderness, they may not feel it for a while. Carrying heavy bags, measuring the ancient Munckert road with a long history, I can't help wondering how the ancient Wusun people found this corridor-like convenient passage in the distant Western Han Dynasty. When the fierce Huns drove them out of the Hexi Corridor at that time, they never imagined that in front of them and in their future, God had already arranged the Ili Valley, which was far wider than the Hexi Corridor. The Huns who occupied the Hexi Corridor did not expect that one day, they would suffer the same pain of losing their homes. In the sixth year of Yuanfeng in the Western Han Dynasty (before 105), Emperor Wu of the Han Dynasty made friends with Wusun to jointly fight against Xiongnu, named Xijun Princess Jiangdu and married Wusun Wang Kunmo. In the second year of Yuanshou in the Western Han Dynasty (before 12 1), Huo Qubing stepped on the Xiongnu, and the Xiongnu left a thousand years to lament: "The loss of Qilian Mountain made my six animals unhappy; Losing my mountain makes my daughter colorless. " Xiongnu disappeared from the dust of history forever. From then on, the Han Dynasty took control of Hexi area and opened up the road to the western regions. ?

Walking on the ancient road, clear springs gurgled along the way, and birds sang one after another. The mountains on both sides of the canyon were steep and rugged, and the towering Xuefeng in front cast its cold eyes. At that time, Zhang Qian's mission to the Western Regions may have been through this road; At that time, Princess Xijun, who left the apricot blossom and spring rain in the south of the Yangtze River, may have shed tears from here! The scene more than 2000 years ago has been impossible to guess. In fact, life is not a trek, and years are not a kind of tempering. The sandstorm of history only leaves perseverance and blows away cowardice, only regrets and sighs! However, today, we have actually walked into this ancient road-Munckert Ancient Road, which bears the sadness of history. ?

Walking for more than an hour, I saw a Populus euphratica forest. The living branches of Populus euphratica are twisted, thick and beautiful, and the dead Populus euphratica is naked and looks up at the sky unyieldingly. What is even more peculiar is that a Populus euphratica tree that has lived for thousands of years actually formed an arch after falling to the ground, right on the path we passed, and next to it, a young Populus euphratica forest is thriving, which makes people feel awe of the magic of nature. Out of the Populus euphratica forest, a clear spring, like a silver bell, hits the rocks in the mountains and flows slowly around us. Unloading the heavier and heavier backpacks, we all lay on the lawn. Looking at the clouds gliding slowly over the top of the mountain, I gasped and asked everyone if they had any regrets. They burst out laughing. Niu Niu said, "It feels so good on the road! Only when people are in nature can they feel their own smallness and humbleness, and then they will lower their heads and re-recognize themselves! " I don't know if we are chewing Nanhe mustard tuber or Niuniu. We all lay quietly on the grass, listening to the waves, clear springs and ethereal birdsong of Kuitun River from Mengkete Canyon, and suddenly felt that language was superfluous at this moment. ? Walking through the flat beaches and grotesque rock piles, there is no other way except one direction on the ancient Munckert Road, that is, go straight along the right side of the river bank, and then continue walking. Go uphill slowly, at 7 pm, and walk to a willow forest by the river. Seeing the clouds floating in the mountains, rain is coming, so we choose to camp here, because the sun will set earlier in the mountains. Rain in the mountains comes and goes quickly. When the tent was set up and the boiling water was boiled, the rain had stopped, and the sun shone obliquely from the clouds, setting off our camp quietly. Wash the fatigue off your face. After dinner, the night has quietly arrived. We lit a bonfire and sat together to tell the feelings of running all the way. Niu Niu plays the Ecuadorian musician Rio? Luo's flute sounds like nature in such an environment. Everyone seems to be intoxicated by it. In the wilderness, we are guarding a bonfire, a forest and a bright moon. Accompanied by the underwater sound of Kuitun River and the occasional howling of wolves in the distance, we got into the tent and fell asleep. ?

Crossing the Tianhu Lake? Looking for a cabin?

The next morning, I woke up in the sound of birds and the waves of Kuitun River. Yesterday's fatigue has long since disappeared, and everything in the wild is so natural. ?

A new day has begun, and we continue to go upstream along the roaring Kuitun River. Not far away, a peaked Xuefeng is surrounded by clouds. Against the blue sky, it looks like a girl wearing a scarf, handsome and Leng Yan. The roads are still paved with gravel, Populus euphratica and willow forests are gradually scarce, and pine trees and spruces are gradually increasing on the slopes on both sides of the river bank. According to past experience, we have reached an altitude of about 2600 meters. ?

Stop-and-go, along the mountain road, through a pine forest, we continue along the pastoral road to the southwest canyon. The valley here is obviously narrow, turning over the uneven road under the cliff, and we are marching along the Kuitun River. After walking for about an hour, I crossed a gravel ridge and passed a willow forest, and a winding green lake appeared without warning. ?

This dammed lake is two or three kilometers long and four or five hundred meters wide. There is a dense pine forest on the south slope opposite the lake. Above the pine forest is a bluestone exposed rock, and the top of the rock is a white ice peak. Against the blue sky and blue-green sparkling lake, the reflections of pine trees and snow peaks are looming, which is very psychedelic. Moving on along the shore of the lake, in the upper reaches of the lake, the dead Populus euphratica and pine trees have long lost their essence and washed away the lead, but they are still alive, staring at the blue sky and strangely inserted in the lake. Faced with such a beautiful picture, people almost forgot to breathe in an instant, and suddenly understood why hikers named it "Tianhu". After staying in Tianhu for nearly two hours, it was already afternoon, and the sky gradually became dark clouds at the foot of the mountain. I hurried to urge everyone to continue on their way so as not to get wet. ?

Turn left along Kuitun River and cross a mountain ridge, and your vision will gradually widen. A group of camels were scared away by us and went into the Woods. Looking down the miscellaneous trees, a snow-capped mountain surrounds the valley, and pines burst on both sides of the valley. The Kuitun River flows down the valley, and there are just three wooden houses on both sides of the river. ?

Through a red birch forest, a boulder beach appeared in front of me. Don't! Like a river of boulders! Pieces of huge stones as big as cattle are frozen on the river bed in the form of flowing waves, which shocked everyone of us. There is no other way, we can only carry heavy backpacks and jump over pieces of boulders. There is a gurgling sound of running water under the boulder, which must be the trace left by glacier movement. After crossing the boulder beach, it turned out to be a wetland. Stepping carefully through the wetland, the wooden house seems to be in front of you. We all looked at the wooden house eagerly, but we couldn't walk any further. Even the groundhog seems to see our weakness, and unexpectedly rushes to us and makes strange noises, as if demonstrating to us or accusing us of breaking into its territory. That silly look made us all laugh. After a short rest, I walked to the cabin with heavy steps like lead. But when I got to the front, I found that this wooden house seemed to have been built hundreds of years ago, and it was rotten and full of cow dung, so it was impossible to stay. I had to put down my bag and walk to another wooden house at the foot of the mountain. ?

Far away, I saw this wooden house inhabited, and the male owner was lying on the roof to repair it. Seeing the stranger coming, the shepherd dog came at me like an arrow, and was turned back by the host, standing aside and barking. The hospitable hostess also came out of the wooden house and greeted me warmly in fluent Chinese. Before I could catch my breath, I quickly asked if this was MonkotDaban in the direction of Nilek. The hostess said no, it will take nearly two hours to walk west. I was a little depressed and asked, "Are there three wooden houses and a wooden bridge over there?" She said there was one there, too I suddenly realized that we were going the wrong way. Recalling the energy and spirit spent by my teammates, I feel extremely guilty. Hurriedly asked how to get to the three wooden houses, and the hostess said she would take us away and went out. In front of everyone, I truthfully reported the actual situation of going the wrong way and made a review. Counting the time, it's about 5 pm now, and it's two hours' walk to the three wooden houses. So, under the leadership of the enthusiastic Kazakh eldest sister-in-law, we continued to move forward along a horse road leading to Monkot Daban. ?

After turning a mountain ridge, a valley appeared in front of us. Mrs. Kazakh said, "I see the ridge of a flock of sheep over there, not far away." We looked at the ridge and saw the fog in front of the valley and a strong wind blowing head on. Seeing that it was going to rain, I turned around and quickly told everyone to put on ponchos to prevent getting wet. Farewell to the enthusiastic eldest sister-in-law, a gust of wind crackled down with heavy rain. It has been raining, and we are walking in the rain. Although we were protected by ponchos, our shoes and trouser legs were soaked in a short time. As the rain gradually decreased, a young man riding a horse came on the road, and I immediately went forward to reconfirm the route. ?

"The cabin is in front of my house. It will be easier for you to walk from here! " The young man was very enthusiastic, showed us the way and left in a hurry. ?

Go down the slope in the direction pointed out by the young man, and sure enough, there is a wider road. Go straight. The rain stopped and we walked more than 200 meters along the road. There were some stones on the gentle slope by the roadside, so we took off our ponchos, backpacks, packed our bags and had a short rest. Just as we were about to get up and continue on our way, the young man who led us just now caught up with us on horseback. He was very enthusiastic, put our luggage on horseback and took us to his cabin. Walking and chatting, I learned that this young man is Mongolian and his name is Bayir. ?

After walking through a gentle slope, it began to rain again, but it was not very heavy. Baylor pointed to a cabin on a gentle slope not far away and said, "You will live in that cabin tonight, and my house is still on it. Hey! You have come to this place to suffer. Tomorrow I will send you to Sakamoto with two horses, so that your road tomorrow will be easy! " ?

When we were surprised, we didn't seem to believe our ears or know each other, but he decided to help us in such an understatement. ?

Bahir doesn't seem to care about our surprised expression, but he still smiles slyly: "Haha! They are all sons and dolls of Xinjiang. It's up to you to send them. If it is sunny tomorrow, you can go there. Anyway, I have been training these two babies these two days (referring to Ma Wazi who has not been trained yet)! " ? Talking, I soon arrived at the hut. It was almost 7: 30 when I asked. The wooden house is not big, but it has an iron stove and a chimney. Although the kang inside is full of sheep dung, it is very dry. The cat took out his engineer shovel and quickly smoothed the sheep manure on the kang. We took out plastic sheets, damp-proof mats and other outdoor bedding from our bags. Soon, a flat and flowery kang was formed. ?

"There are stakes on the wooden wall. Hang up all the bags and the kang will be more spacious! " Say that finish, quickly began to set up the stove. The chimney doesn't seem high enough. I brought some big stones from outside to support under the stove, and the stove was finally set up. Herdsmen are all masters of wild fire. He took a knife out of his pocket, picked up a piece of dried pine from the underground corner and cut it with a knife. With sawdust and candles, the fire soon started, and the room was full of smoke and warmth. The hot water boiled, and it was cold and hungry. We quickly took out the naan cake, beef jerky, instant noodles, ham sausage and onions, cut them into pieces with a knife, put them in a bowl, rushed into the boiling water and wolfed them down. Bahir ate some sausages and chocolates and was ready to go home. Niu Niu, who has recovered, took out a bottle of wine and unscrewed it. He poured a glass of wine for Bachel with both hands. Seeing the wine, Bahir bowed and took it with great respect. We thought he would drink it all at once, but I didn't expect him to take it to the door, dip it with his fingers, respect the sky, respect the ground, respect the grassland, and then raise his glass with both hands and drink slowly. Pastors are in awe of heaven and earth and grasslands, but we may just be tourists. We really don't know anything about heaven and earth, grasslands and cattle. I seem to remember Baylor saying that cattle, horses and sheep on the grassland are smarter than people, but they can't talk. When we sent Bayl out, we invited him over for a drink in the evening. ?

After dinner, I don't know when the rain stopped. The sun slanted down from the western sky, making the whole valley greener. Snow-capped mountains and dark green pine forests float at the bottom of the valley, like a white training line in the distance. Faced with such a beautiful scenery, Chen Liang and I quickly grabbed the camera and ran out the door. ?

Before the sun goes down, we snapped pictures crazily until the sun goes down, then we picked up a big bundle of firewood and went back to the hut. There has been laughter in the room, and the fatigue on everyone's face is fading. It's getting dark, ladies play poker, and men take turns to make a fire to dispel the cold in the house. After playing late into the night, the ladies were already asleep. We put a thick piece of wood in the fireplace, and we are going to fall asleep. There was a whistle outside the house, and Niu Niu sitting on the kang said with a smile, "basire is here." ?

"oh! I didn't want to disturb your rest, but I promised to come and drink, which made me seem to have drunk too much. Our old man said that he promised to go even if there was a knife in the sky. I had no choice but to come! " Bahir scratched his head and looked at us shyly. ?

"Ha ha! I know you will come, so we have been waiting for you! " After that, I took Bashir to the kang and asked Niu Niu to pour the wine. ?

I'm not good at drinking, but for my friend Bayl, the three of us actually finished a bottle. After seeing Bayer off, when he was about to go to bed, Niu Niu said, "If we hadn't gone the wrong way, maybe we wouldn't have met Bayer, and maybe there wouldn't be such a nice cabin for us to sleep soundly!" ?

Accompanied by the smell of sheep dung, cow dung, wet wood heated by the stove, the smell of smelly shoes, and of course the smell of grass deep in the grassland. I soon fell asleep at the thought of sending Bayer's horse away tomorrow, which lightened the burden of the journey. ?

Iida Sakamoto?

Because I was so tired yesterday, there is a Bayer horse today. According to the passing donkey friends, we can cross the big board in six or seven hours, which is more than enough time. Therefore, in the morning of July 10, we didn't get up until 9 o'clock to make a fire. ?

After eating and drinking enough, we packed our backpacks. 1 1 exactly, we set off and hurried to Baylor's cabin. Baylor is ready. After the horse was equipped, Baylor got on the horse, and I took another 3-year-old gray horse and set off along the road. Bayer's two dogs followed us closely, a golden mastiff and a black shepherd. A group of us dressed in colorful clothes, armed to the teeth, like a caravan driving a mountain, winding up the mountain in front of us along the mountain road. ?

Upstream of the river, near the source of Kuitun River. On the top of the mountain, glaciers crisscross the mountain. Due to the high altitude and steep terrain, although the river is small, it is still swift and cold. Although we have been crossing the river carefully, there is still a female athlete who accidentally fell into the river while crossing the river, and I hurt her knee while pulling her. I endured the pain, pulled the horse, along the Millennium ancient road, running all the way, and came to the eternal ice and snow in MonkotDaban. I think that if the luggage can get close to Monkt Daban, our team members may walk faster. I walked with the horse for more than an hour, and when I was panting, I drank a few mouthfuls of yogurt from Bayer. At such a high altitude, it is difficult to walk empty-handed, let alone carry a load. Fortunately, the weather is fine today, and the blue sky is particularly deep against the white snow and green peaks, which always makes people feel confused. Walking on such a high mountain, although it is not very hot, the sun seems particularly harsh. If you don't wear sunglasses, you will really feel dizzy. Looking at the eternal glacier in front of me, I suddenly understood what Munckert meant. ?

As a natural boundary mountain between Kuitun, Wusu and Nilek, Monkot Daban looks like a big dustpan tilted from east to west, with a gap at the highest point in the north, which is the Monkot Daban Pass that we must turn over. This mountain breeds the Kuitun River flowing eastward and the Kashi River system flowing westward. Watching all the springs flowing out of the gravel cracks converge into rivers with the tide, people really realize that the water source that we rely on deeply in our lives actually comes from here. Baylor said this mountain is a sacred mountain. People with a bad heart will either encounter hail or heavy snow when crossing Daban, which will make people lose their way and find no way out. So there are Mongolian Aobao and Mao Ni piles on the top of the big board. Anyone who climbs over the big board should worship the Mao Ni pile, so as to pass smoothly next time. Bayer also said that it is the season with the least snow and the smallest glaciers. When August comes, heavy snow will cover here again. It will be difficult for people who are not familiar with it to tell the direction clearly. ?

The teammates finally caught up, panting and sweating. At this time, it is already 6: 20 pm, and there are still three hours before dark, and there is still plenty of time. I decided to let everyone rest for half an hour. ?

After re-tying my luggage, panting, I looked at the glacier on the mountain pass, resolutely pulled up my horse and followed Baylor's horse along the mountain road. At high altitude and at this speed, I began to lack oxygen, my head ached a little, and my temples suddenly jumped. I quickly stuffed a handful of raisins into my mouth, chewed them, swallowed them quickly, gasped and walked to the bus tray within reach. The horse walks faster than me, and its head touches my arm from time to time. When he was about to reach the glacier, Baylor said that his horse had no horseshoe and had to go up and bypass the glacier. I pulled up my horse's head in a daze and walked obliquely up the gravel-covered hill. Due to lack of physical strength, my eyes began to turn black, my throat became dry, I almost couldn't control my body several times, my whole body began to sway, and my horseshoe almost stepped on my foot several times. I don't know how long it took. I almost fainted, finally bypassed the glacier and saw the Aobao that Bayl said. The next step we have to take with our backpacks is really a slow downhill. I threw down the reins, lay on the grass at the top of Monkota, looked up at the deep blue sky, adjusted my breath and closed my eyes. ? Then Niu Niu followed Bayer slowly around Aobao for three times on our behalf, put three stones and knocked three heads on the pile. Nine of us and Bayl took a group photo in a hurry on the glacier in Daban. At this point, it is already 7 o'clock in the evening. There are still two hours before dark, and the rest of the road is too tight to allow us to stay here. After hugging each other, we packed our bags and continued our unfinished journey. ?

Although our legs are sore, our bags are heavy, and we are all tired, although the road under our feet is still endless, looking at the distant valley, we know that the bottom of the valley is our destination today-Jiudaowan, which is the campsite we must reach tonight. There are fragrant milk tea, warm and comfortable felt houses and hot springs waiting for us. ?

In order to save time and energy, we almost crossed every ditch and descended every slope, never taking the zigzag road left over from that year. After running for more than an hour, I finally walked through a gentle slope, and my eyes suddenly became clear. At this time, the sun is setting, and a corner of the valley is glittering and translucent by the setting sun. Surrounded by mountains, the top of the mountain is covered with glaciers, and the streams in each ditch, like a silvery white practice, converge to the bottom of the valley. The winding mountain road under our feet winds like a python to the bottom. Green grass at the bottom of the valley, yurts on the top, herds bursting, smoke curling, and occasional barking of dogs and motorcycles make us wanderers who are far away from human fireworks suddenly feel particularly cordial. Everyone was moved by the beautiful scenery in front of them and forgot to hurry. We just stopped to have a rest. Looking at the deepest part of the valley, I told everyone, "There is Jiudaowan, where there are hot springs waiting for us." ?

The road in Xinjiang is the kind of road that looks at the mountain and runs a dead horse. It's almost there, but it's still so far to walk. We hardly talked, dragging our tired feet to and fro. At the bottom of the valley, the road is still long, and Zhao Juan and I are at the front of the line. After a long straight walk, the road turned another corner, and we walked slowly along the slope to the white felt house in front of us. At this time, the sun is setting and the mountain shadows are devouring the valley. We finally reached our destination before dark. Although the process was a bit difficult, we walked the famous Munckert ancient road in three days! Looking back, I have been submerged in a vast afterglow. It's already 9: 48 pm on July 10. I struggled to pick up the camera and left at this moment. ?

After eating hot noodle soup and fragrant milk tea, the fatigue and tiredness all the way were swept away. Until the dead of night, we drank water and talked about the hard work all the way. I asked them if they had any regrets, and they all said, "Pain and happiness! I will go there when I have a chance, and I will go with you. " ?

I didn't fall asleep that night, not only because of the pain. ?

Go home?

On the morning of July 1 1, we slept until 10. After drinking milk tea, we walked along the renovated highway towards the long-awaited hot spring. ?

It turns out that the hot springs here are actually between the cracks of several huge stones next to the highway subgrade. If Niu Niu and Dongdong were not here last year, it would be really difficult to see clearly from the outside. Seeing the cracks in the stone from the outside, I found a lot of space when I walked to the front. When we entered the water, a faint smell of sulfur came to our nostrils, and the water temperature was just right. We lie comfortably in the water, discussing the magical origin of this natural hot spring and feeling the gift and wonder of nature. ?

At 5 o'clock in the afternoon, Khairati's bus finally arrived in our anxious expectation. He greeted us one by one with a full face of apologies, saying that he had sent a car full of people and was late. When the bus started, all nine of us looked back at the snow-capped mountains we climbed in the distance, leaving behind our sweat and blood, as well as our youth and passion.