Jenny read a few of Long Yi's diaries in a row, although she didn't know much about some of the places she had visited, but she also basically understood the general route, the place where she stayed for the longest time was undoubtedly Xinjiang, its mystery, its broadness, and its inclusiveness were far from being described by words. However, even if all the works of photographers in the country are brought together, it is only a glimpse of the whole leopard.

One of them was probably written at the end of April:

Three days in Wushi, also visited some attractions, but the heart has become wild, always thinking that there is a beautiful scenery in a farther place has never been seen, that morning, in the hotel lobby to see Smecta, I proposed to go to other places together, Smecta looked at me and asked where do you want to go? I said I'd go to the Kanas Lake area for a few days.

Smecta did not make any arrangements for the time being, and finally agreed to go with me under my constant persuasion, and immediately went back to the room to make a plan, and finally made a plan for the next week, took a taxi to Burzin County in the Ataile region, stayed for one night, and set off for Kanas Lake in the morning. Smecta resigned from her original job as a human resources director at a clothing company, and has been traveling for most of the year, and I have to admire that she is really a very thoughtful person.

I bought enough dry food in Hoh, and the most I bought was a round cake called "naan", Xinjiang has a long history, the skin is golden yellow, the middle is thin, the edge is slightly thicker, and there are many patterns in the center, the technology of making naan is almost universal among the Uyghur people, both men and women will make naan, especially when entertaining guests, they will take out all kinds of naan to entertain you. They are also sold on the street, and they often stack up the largest naan to the smallest naan, arrange it in the shape of a tower, and place it in the center of the table, which not only makes you full, but also opens your "eyes". Now naan has become a favorite food of people of all ethnic groups, and many other ethnic groups have also learned the technique of making naan. Naan is like a bright and strange branch, blooming in the forest of national food. It is said that the locals can go without meat for three days, but not for a day, which shows how much food they love, perhaps the same as we do with rice.

The practice of naan is also very interesting, generally the naan pit clay masonry, it is about one meter high, the belly is large and the mouth is small, and the shape is like an inverted wide belly tank. The bottom is set up on the fire, usually a rammed earth structure, and the naan pit is surrounded by adobe to form a square earthen platform so that the naan roasters can operate on it. There is a vent at the bottom of the naan. In some areas, nitrate clay is used to make naan pit blanks, and residents in Wushi area and some cities use bricks to make naan pit blanks. Before baking naan, put dry firewood, charcoal or coal at the bottom of the pit to burn, and when the open flame disappears, the pit wall has been burned hot, you can put the rolled naan embryo on the pit wall, and it can be baked in ten minutes. The naan can be smeared with some cooking oil, sprinkled with sesame seeds, green onions, the baked naan is more crisp and fragrant, the naan pit is round, the naan contains less water, it is not bad for a long time, it is easy to carry, and it is suitable for the dry climate of Xinjiang; In addition, the baked naan is finely made, the materials are exquisite, and it tastes crispy and delicious, and it is nutritious, so it is not surprising that people of all ethnic groups love roasted naan.

The bus departed from Wushi at about 8 o'clock in the morning and arrived at the county seat of Burjin at about 5 to 6 o'clock. Burzin is the only county in western China that borders Russia, and although Burzin is a small town on the outskirts, the whole city is clean and exotic, and it is a very comfortable town. I found a very small hotel, I said can I just open a room, Smecta said what are you going to do? I said I don't do anything. What can I do, isn't it just to save money, but also to have someone to talk to, how nice!

Traveling is a kind of searching, looking for a kind of beauty, and I feel a kind of relaxation of my heart here, a kind of warmth and warmth that is integrated by nature. The journey was pleasant, but it wasn't all easy. In a completely unfamiliar place, constantly lost, constantly retrieving yourself. I often forget to bring a map when I go out, and slowly look for familiar signs at intersections that look the same. Smecta was worried that two people were on the road, and they were lost, robbed, and they weren't afraid of anything, I said I'm afraid! But we are more afraid of staying in one place and getting moldy, we can't rely on others, we can only look forward to the unknown road, God bless.

The street is deserted, such a small county, how many people are a little uneasy, hurriedly ate dinner, ready to go back to the room, in the supermarket next to the hotel I went to buy cigarettes, back to the room, there was a sound of running water in the bathroom, I was reading a book, was watching, Smecta wrapped in a white bath towel walked out, blowing her hair in front of the mirror, calling me to blow it for her, anyway, it was idle, only to find that Smecta's skin was very good, there was no trace of sunburn at all.

I said that I really wanted to bite this shoulder, Smecta said angrily, don't you think, in fact, that's what I said, blow my hair, and I went to bed to read a book. Smecta walked up to me and grabbed the book to look at it, smiled, she said she still read Zhuangzi? I don't know if I can understand it. I said that I had read it a second time, and I still didn't understand many things that were too profound and profound, and things from more than 2,000 years ago were really not so easy to understand.

After the first day of departure from Burzin, the beautiful scenery on the road did not stop, I felt a foreign land, maybe like Russia, to camp on the colorful beach, the scenery on the side of the road once again gave us a big surprise to experience the magic of nature. Primitive, rough, majestic, atmospheric, unique topography and landform with unique personality, long-term dry area, prevailing strong winds, so that the original flat ground mutates into many steep wall colorful picture scrolls.

The terrain with intertwined ravines and steep cliffs is called "Yadan" by the Uyghurs. The term "Yadan" has become a common term in geography and archaeology in the world, so it is called "Yadan landform". As a result, Wucaitan has become a typical representative of similar landforms. The "Yadan landform" in the Wucaitan Scenic Area has large and small stone peaks, stone walls, stone pillars, the peaks are like forests, sparse and dense each other, the majestic atmosphere, the rigidity and softness are full, the shape is gorgeous, the wind and dust are not clean, the otherworldly, unique, ghostly workmanship, form a magnificent picture of splendid mountains and rivers. The most felt thing is a river, it's beautiful! The map shows the eventual return flow into the Arctic Ocean. Smecta and I both felt that there was hope where there was water, and it was better than those endless next door, and on this day we watched the sunset on the side of an unknown road.

The next day, I hikked to Haba River County, and I was really overdrawn, and the temperature seemed to be getting cooler, so I had to find a hotel to rest.

Early in the morning of the third day, I went to the birch forest, the birch tree is spiritual, affectionate, lonely and sad, pure and tenacious. Occasionally, a herd of cattle and sheep grazing quietly in the forest, coupled with a few small streams that flow slowly, add a bit of movement to the birch forest. There are many tourists, taking pictures, and there are some painter-like people walking around with painting clips on their backs, the forest is full of green grass, wild flowers, bees and butterflies dance, and occasionally you can see a flock of sheep, and when I return to the room, it is already noon, Smecta and I are a little tired, and choose to take a taxi to Baibaha Village.

The village is located in a ravine, built on a narrow terrace between two streams, and stands by the mountains and rivers. All the buildings in the village are made of logs, marked by small wooden houses with a very quaint appearance, which have the characteristics of a European-style village. The house is a spire wooden flute house, the wall and ceiling are built and spliced with whole logs, and the top is supported by wooden planks to form a "human" shaped spire, which can prevent rain and snow to ensure the safety of the house. Between the roof and the roof, there is a ventilated Senkaku at both ends, which is a good place to store feed and air-dried meat. Every house in the house looks like a handicraft exhibition hall, with felt on the kang, embroidered curtains and tapestries on the walls, and a refined stove in the center of the ground. In the evening of sunset and the early morning of fog, the smoke of cooking smoke wafts and the slopes of cattle and sheep are full, and the whole village paints a landscape painting of harmonious coexistence between man and nature.

On the fourth day, take a taxi to the fish viewing platform, on the top of the mountain, the vertical drop with the lake surface reaches several hundred meters, because it is in the best position to observe the "lake monster", so it is named the fish viewing pavilion. The Fish Viewing Pavilion is the best of Kanas' attractions, and it is the only best platform to stop and enjoy the beautiful scenery of Kanas. I feel that the scenery here is very good, because there is less air pollution, so the sky is very blue, everything is beautiful...... After staying for more than an hour, I walked to the old village of Kanas Lake and opened a room to stay.

I stayed in Hemu Village for two days, and today is the third day, Hemu Village is a little smaller than Baibaha Village, but it really feels like a paradise. There was a river outside the inn window, and you could even hear the sound of running water in the dead of night, so I asked Smecta if she liked such a village. Smecta said that it is not a small mountain village, it has the reputation of "China's first village", Hemu Village is most famous for the intoxicating autumn colors of the red mountains, and the smoke rises in the autumn colors, forming a fantastic smoke belt, which is better than a fairyland. It turns out that I am already in the most beautiful village, no wonder I am reluctant to leave.

There is a bridge with a gate on the Hemu River in Hemu Village. The door on the bridge is basically intact, but the wind and rain have faded the color, revealing the true color and vicissitudes of the wood. It is said to have been used to block the onslaught of bandit horse teams.

It's been almost ten days since I came out of Wushi, and I always feel that Northern Xinjiang is so big, just for a lake, it will take so long, if you want to go all over the province, it may take a year. In the continuous Altai Mountains in the north, surrounded by the beautiful and rich Chonghuer Valley plain, Smecta and I lived in the same room like lovers, took pictures together, and ate together, but unfortunately we were not, it seemed to be separated by a wall.

It also takes courage to survive in such a world. There is a feeling of loneliness, which I can't say I like, but I don't hate it. Sometimes when you are alone, you seem to be forgotten by the world, doubting the true meaning of your existence. But I know that this loneliness exists in everyone's heart, and it is indelible. The person who really knows your inner thoughts may not exist in this world, and even if they do, they may not be able to meet, and even if they meet and fall in love, they will not fit together like two pieces of a puzzle. So we are destined to grow old slowly in the loneliness of our hearts.