A winding road, like a long black strip in the middle of a yellow desert. The magnificent scene in front of me not only reminds people of the ancient poem in Tang poetry: "The desert is lonely and the smoke is straight, and the sun sets on the Yellow River." ”

Li Tong sat in front of me and the cannon, and didn't talk to us, but covered his head with a scarf and slept all the way, this girl was really calm.

Suddenly, a camel appeared on the side of the road. I couldn't help but shout with joy: "Look, everyone, camels." "The people in the car looked at me with strange eyes. Li Tong took off the scarf, gave it to me with a white eye, and said, "Tu Baozi." Then he looked at the camels on the side of the road with interest.

I was depressed for a while, thinking to myself, how can you see a camel and your eyes are full of light when you say that others are dirt buns? It's really a woman's heart, a needle under the sea. Alas!

After a sigh, I stuck my head out the window again to enjoy the scenery in front of me. Not to mention, compared with the scenery of the south of the Yangtze River, the scenery of this desert is really unique and magnificent. People can't help but want to go, stand in the polishing and shout two sentences, vent and vent.

Time passed quickly, and after more than two hours, there were more trees in front of me, and after a while, a blue river appeared in front of me. Could it be that this is the famous Yarkand River in Xinjiang? I saw many passengers on the bus praying to the long river.

The car continued to move forward, and a small city stood in front of it. This is Yecheng County, right? Although it is relatively small compared to the nickname of the county in the mainland, it may be a small town at most. However, this small county town in the desert is also of special interest. In this vast desert, Yecheng County is like a pearl connected by the Yarkand River. It can be said that it is not an exaggeration to use the county seat of the pearl of the desert.

At four o'clock in the afternoon, we arrived at the county seat. After getting out of the car, the three of us found a place to stay. Seeing that it was still early, the three of us walked around the county seat and familiarized ourselves with the situation in the county by the way.

Not to mention, this county town in the desert is really unique. People dressed in various ethnic minority costumes walk around the streets. Not long after walking, there were songs of ethnic minorities on the side of the road, and uncles and uncles sat on the ground playing dongbula and beating tambourine. A sea of singing and dancing in front of you.

Towards night, we found a Uyghur-style hotel to stay. I ate something casually in the evening, sat in the car for most of the day, and went back to my room early to rest.

The next day, had breakfast early in the morning. We are going to go to the small town to inquire around, are there any people in this area who know more about the ancient kingdom of the Western Night. In order not to be hostile, we pretended to be researchers from Beijing who had come to investigate the culture of the Western Regions. When I got to town, I found the only optical store, and I got a pair of glasses. The moment I put on my glasses, the cannon exclaimed, "Professor, what a professor!" ”

As soon as I heard this praise, I was instantly a little proud, and Li Tong next to me said coldly: "The call is called, and the beast is the beast of the beast."

I'm dizzy, why did the words get into this girl's mouth and become so ugly?

Since we didn't speak Uyghur, we temporarily found a local surnamed Li to show us the way. After inquiry, we learned that about twenty kilometers away from Yecheng County, there was a place where the Daolang people lived, and they claimed to be descendants of the Western Night Kingdom. The three of us followed our guide upstream along the Yarkand River.

After walking for less than an hour, there was a field of reeds in front of me. It was a surprise to see the reeds in the desert. At this time, the midday sun shines obliquely on the water, emitting a burst of sparkling waves.

The cannon ran to the front, holding a pool of clear water, and couldn't help humming the song in "Railway Guerrilla" to the reeds in front of him.

"The sun is setting in the west. The end of the devil is coming. ………”

Brother Li, who led the way, was also moved by the singing of the cannon, and of course he was intoxicated by the beautiful scenery in front of him. He stood still and did not move forward.

Li Tong and I walked behind and looked at each other and smiled, and we were instantly moved by this beautiful scenery. If not, when we come to Xinjiang this time, we may never be able to imagine that there is such a pool of clear water in this vast desert. This, maybe this is a gift from God.

From time to time, a small boat rowed out of the reeds, driven by a teenage child. The child's eyes are deep-set, the bridge of the nose is straight, and the face is tanned by the sun, a typical Uyghur face shape.

After the child docked the boat, he came straight to us, looked at the three of us vigilantly, and then asked us in Uyghur. The eldest brother who led the way replied a few words in Uyghur, only to see the tension on the child's face subside slightly.

At the child's suggestion, we thanked us and politely boarded the boat. From time to time, small boats shuttle through the reeds. The water below the swamp was clear and visible, and occasionally a few blackfish swam past the bottom of the boat, and we were excited to watch.

Cannon and I took out our notebooks from our backpacks and took notes on them. On the left, Li Tong turned his face away, as if admiring the scenery in front of him.

After a while, the boat docked on the shore and a small village came into view. The village is not big, there are more than a dozen families in total, but it stands out in this desert. After about ten minutes of walking ashore, we were led by children to the most prestigious family in the tribe. According to the guide, this old man's name is Maimaiti.

The old man in front of him looked to be eighty or ninety years old, and his face was covered with folds like they had been carved by a knife. But the old man's eyes were still bright. When he saw us coming in, he communicated with the guide in Uyghur.

The old man's family beckoned us to sit down at home while pouring us full of goat's milk. Probably because of the hour-long walk in the open air, everyone felt a little thirsty. The cannon took the bowl and drank. When I saw this, I was about to drink it when I smelled fishy.

Suddenly, only a pop was heard, and the cannon was full of goat's milk. Fortunately, the old man Mamaiti and his family were not unhappy by the cannon's action. On the contrary, the recklessness of the big climb made us embarrassed.

I hurriedly said to the guide, "Could you please explain?" It was rude because we had never drunk this goat's milk. The guide said that the old man and his family would not mind their guests.

When the three of us heard this, our hearts were moved.

After a while, the guide smiled and said to us, "Old man Maimaiti, I am glad that you are a guest of their tribe, and at the same time, I am glad that you are interested in the history of their tribe. ”

I hurriedly stepped forward and said with a smile on my face: "Write more about you, if it weren't for you, our mission to Xinjiang might not have been completed." The guide listened, and what I said, a trace of pride appeared on his simple face.