Once again, Xinjiang
Ili is a gathering place for the Kazakh ethnic group, so on the first day, we followed the local customs. In Tangbula, we joined this nation of horseback riders to taste milk tea, roast lamb skewers, drink mutton soup, and sleep in a Mongolian yurt. Early in the morning, as the first rays of sunlight touched the grassland, the brave among us wrapped up in our thickest clothes to chase the light; the hosts of the grassland began to milk the sheep. The master said there was also horse milk, which I had never seen and certainly would not be accustomed to its taste, but the mere mention of horse milk filled me with a sense of boldness and a fully charged atmosphere.
We drove towards Fairy Lake, but having taken the wrong road, we had to return the way we came and chose to ride horses instead. We brought thick shawls especially for the trip because, for us, riding horses really required a 'steel butt' that we didn't have! However, when the unexpected happened, we had to bite the bullet and get on the horses. Along the way, I kept thinking, wouldn't a motorcycle be a better choice? After all, it's faster. Passing hikers, we joked interestingly: those who haven't gotten on wish to get on, and those who have regret it. Isn't that the truth? But we just wanted to see that touch of green with our own eyes! And the scenery and local customs along the way, otherwise how could I have seen that mother, who without makeup, seemed to me stunningly beautiful and unforgettable for several days? How could I have come to admire the confidence of the 'sunset red' aunties once again?
Reluctantly leaving Tangbula, the lavender fields of the Tianshan Flower Sea finally awaited us, the adorable ground cover making us jump for joy; in Kanas, cotton candy could be plucked right out of the air, and I brought Hayao Miyazaki's animations into my camera, staging a real-life version of The Wind Rises; in Qiongkushitai, with green grass and a sea of flowers, that's where Heidi and her grandfather lived! The little wooden houses on the grassland, the streams, forests, cattle, and sheep along the way, isn't that the Eastern Switzerland, captivating to the eye; hiking in Shatuo, looking up to see the snow-capped mountains right before our eyes, we kept looking, walking, and rushing towards this goal, never stopping. We also kept exclaiming: in the face of nature, humans are truly insignificant, so what do those human disputes, rights and wrongs, grudges and grievances amount to under such a landscape?
Life is vast, and our eyes should not only see love and being loved, nor should they only see the immediate struggles! When you are confused, go into nature to find the answers!
The ceiling of Xinjiang travel. When we went, the road was closed in the back mountain. We could only walk to the back mountain and take the Wusun Ancient Road. Looking at the crowds and grasslands like pictures. We chose to walk in the village. It's really beautiful.
Qiong Kushtai Village is a Kazakh-dominated animal husbandry village, which retains a relatively primitive pasture life. The village is surrounded by mountains, houses are built on water, and the drinking water and living water of the village are from the Kurde River, and the valley is wider and the water flows year round.
Qiong Kushtai is worth coming. This place is suitable for in-depth play. It is sunny, blue and white clouds. You can see the starry sky and the Milky Way at night. It is rainy and foggy. It is like a fairyland. Sitting in the hotel room and watching the scenery outside can sit for a day. The fire cloud of the sunset is really unparalleled. Only you can feel it if you really see it.
Very beautiful, China's small Switzerland. No tickets are charged. From the consultation point, there are two roads, one to Wusun Ancient Road and one to the back mountain. We went to the back mountain, 15 kilometers to and from, we walked to Yunhai Mountain Villa, swinged on the swing, and didn't leave, and we didn't go to the back mountain. Snowy mountains, grasslands, flocks, have time to stay in a nearby camp for one night.
Joan Kushtai is 90 kilometers away from Turks County, and the road conditions are good, but they are all winding roads, and it takes 3 hours to drive. Qiong Kushtai is a village where Kazakh herdsmen live, and it is also the north entrance of Wusun Ancient Road. You can reach Baicheng County in Aksu, southern Xinjiang, by crossing Tianshan Mountain. It is the only way to go to the southern Xinjiang in ancient northern Xinjiang. It is legendary that the road that Datang Xuanyu took when he took the scriptures was also the seat of the ancient Wusun State.
Very beautiful, China's small Switzerland. No tickets are charged for the time being. There is no horse team that day. You can't enter the back mountain. It only ends when you walk to Yunhai Mountain Villa. There is an Internet celebrity swing. You can take the Wusun Ancient Road and take a local car to the back mountain. It is worth going.
The vast Qiongkutai prairie, the years are still here, the fresh and natural wind with simple hands for each grassland outside the visitors to the fatigue. The flocks and horses were scattered on the grassland, and the wooden houses, white boudoirs and snowy mountains scattered like stars on the grassland constituted a beautiful picture of the alpine grassland.