Book Name: The Army's Daughter (Red Classics, a novel about female soldiers in the Xinjiang Corps, which was popular nationwide in the 1960s and was made into a movie)
Book Author: Deng Pu
Book Publisher: China Youth Publishing House
Book Quality: 9 Finished Products
Inventory: 0
Book Price: 17.00 yuan
Book Category: Literature
Book Label: Deng Pu China Youth Publishing House
Book Date: 2010-10-31
Publishing Time: 1963 Printing Time: 1964
Open: 32 pages: 259 pages
Binding: paperback Printing: 100,000 copies
Description of Xinjiang's specialties 500 wordsRemove part of it, add in some of the things you want, the center highlights Xinjiang's specialties on the OK beautiful Xinjiang, my home If someone asks me: "Where is your hometown?" If someone asks me, "Where is your hometown?" I will proudly tell him, "The beautiful Xinjiang, is my home!" --Title "Our Xinjiang is a good place ah, Tianshan North and South good pastures, ...... fruits, cattle and sheep strong ... ... the former deserted beaches into a good land ... "Many people are familiar with this song, whenever this praise of the hometown of the music ringing in the ears, I will *** full of heart, proud to be a Xinjiang people.
Xinjiang covers an area of 1.66 million square meters and has a population of 16.6 million, making it the largest province in China in terms of administrative area.
The eastern and southern parts of the province are connected in turn with Gansu, Qinghai and Tibet, the northeastern part of the country is adjacent to the Mongolian People's **** and the country, the western part of the country is bordered by Russia, Kazakhstan, Kirghiziazstan and Tajikistan, and the southwestern part of the country is bordered by Afghanistan, Pakistan and India.
Xinjiang has a temperate continental climate with four distinct seasons, dry and hot summers, dry and cold winters, and sandy winds.
Xinjiang is not only rich in plant and animal resources, but also a wide variety of mineral resources, has found 13 kinds, accounting for 80% of the total number of the country, ranking second in the country.
Proven reserves of minerals: dolomite, sodium nitrite, clay, vermiculite and other minerals in the country, in addition to iron ore, manganese, chromium, tantalum, cesium, magnesite, marl, brick clay and casting stone pyroxene stone, and other 18 kinds of production in the Northwest China's first.
Xinjiang is a vast area, large grasslands, grassland types.
Northern Xinjiang grasslands, green, white sheep, red horses, felt houses (yurts) and the blue sky and white clouds, walking in the "green carpet", breathing fresh air, feel the strong flavor, so that people have to get rid of the dust to return to the sense of nature.
The Tianshan Mountain scenery is intoxicating, and the abundance of products is amazing! The mountains are beautiful, the grass is beautiful, the forest lakes are legendary! The Tianshan Mountain range runs through the center of Xinjiang, dividing it into the southern and northern parts of the country.
The southern border of the many deserts, the lack of water, but rich in minerals, Altay's gold, Hetian jade are famous.
Northern Xinjiang in the ample watering of the Tianshan snow, fertile land, good land all over, Yili is one of the famous valley, is rich in fish and rice, Yili wine fragrance floating home, Yili fruits and melons full of sweetness, Yili River carp taste fresh! Xinjiang due to abundant sunshine, day and night temperature difference, fruit varieties, good taste.
Yecheng's pomegranate, Kuche's apricot, Turpan's grapes, Hami's melon, Korla's pear everyone boasts of, Dabancheng's watermelon is big and sweet, where the girl looks as beautiful as a flower! Xinjiang is a cultural relics and monuments, unique natural landscapes, ethnic customs colorful place, has become the western part of China's very attractive tourist attractions.
Tianshan Tianchi turquoise water reflecting the reflection of the snowy peaks and green trees, beautiful scenery, lush pasture, mountain flowers romantic.
Berziklik Thousand Buddha Cave is the earliest excavated grottoes earth temple.
There are also typical Islamic-style tomb architecture of the Tomb of the Fragrant Concubine, historically known as the ruins of the ancient state of Loulan, the legendary Flaming Mountain, Turpan's Great Grape Gully, the mysterious Kanas Lake, the sky and water connected to the Sayram Lake, the Moustagh Peak, known as "the father of the glaciers", the poplar forests in the Tarim, the Great Desert of the Takla Makan.
When I was in Jiangnan, many people heard that I came from Xinjiang, and asked me curiously: "Are you really from Xinjiang? I've heard that people there are very fierce and wear daggers when they go out, right?" "Do you live in tents? There are Gobi beaches everywhere, right? Do you drink wine in big bowls and eat large pieces of meat with your hands?" Hearing these questions, I always tell them with a smile: "Xinjiang people are not as scary as you say, although the customs are slightly different, but the people there are very warm, hospitable, simple people like to use big bowls of wine and large pieces of mutton to welcome guests from afar! People don't offend me, I don't offend, they won't get rough easily.
Now, in addition to the nomadic people in the Tianshan Mountains, the people of Xinjiang also live in high-rise buildings, and tents have become a tool for people to taste.
Now Xinjiang is full of oases, and the former Gobi has become a green field! Everywhere is beautiful, the rapid development of tourism, go there to sightseeing tourists like weaving it.
"If you have the opportunity to travel to Xinjiang, you will find that the girl here is not as handsome as the southern women as gentle, serene as water; not as beautiful as the Shandong women as generous, lively and lovely; but the women of Xinjiang has the rough and bold of the North, full of wild taste, but also has the South's versatility, can sing and dance, but also has its own characteristics! --- pure and unadulterated, like a snow lotus on the Tianshan Mountain, a cedar on the ice mountain, a gerbera on the grassland, and a gulf of clear water flowing between the mountains.
"In that faraway place, there is a good girl," holding a whip, driving the sheep from the depths of the white clouds, her emotional eyes, charming smile, whether you y impressed? If you are still single, then the heart is not as good as action, come on, Xinjiang's beautiful women are waiting for you! Today's Xinjiang in the western development strategy under the correct guidance of the rapid development of the economy, the people's living standards are increasingly improved, the city face is changing day by day, has become a bright pearl of the night in the west.
Everyone likes their hometown, everyone will praise their hometown good, I am no exception.
I've been to many places and seen many landscapes, my hometown is always in the first place in my heart, and my attachment to my hometown's landscape and trees will never change! No matter where I go, I always think my hometown - Xinjiang is the most beautiful! If you don't believe me, come and see for yourself! I love you Xinjiang, I believe your tomorrow will be better!
The autumn in Xinjiang is short and beautiful.
Perhaps because of this, the autumn in Xinjiang is more nostalgic and expectant.
It seems that the fall started from the sky, inadvertently looked up and found that the sky is high, light, and the field of vision is much broader.
Turning over the calendar, it is indeed fall.
The wind feels different, with some depression and a few cool points.
Walking down the street, there are a few leaves on the ground, and looking up at the trees, the leaves on the tops of the trees are light yellow.
This is the solar calendar in September in Xinjiang, to October, the autumn will be too thick to melt, has been the "autumn color is not near and far", trees and yellow leaves fly.
The deeper the fall, in the city, can only feel the morning and evening autumn cool, a few yellow leaves fluttering, the taste of autumn faded a lot.
To see the fall to know the fall, to go to the countryside, the field to go.
West to Urumqi is not far away, is Miquan, Changji, a piece of rice paddies, rice golden, in the autumn wind, golden rice waves layer by layer to spread out, although the fall withered the summer turquoise wilderness, but brought the harvest of autumn.
A little farther, you will see the scenery on both sides of the highway is completely different, to the road on both sides of the spread to a large swath of cotton fields, like snow white cotton, in the autumn sun swaying with the wind.
It is the time to pick cotton, from Henan, Sichuan to the cotton pickers, scattered in the cotton field, is picking cotton.
Wearing colorful cotton pickers and white cotton, constituting a picture of the cotton field landscape, while the cotton picking women's cheerful noise, flying over the cotton field, so that the field overflows with the romance of autumn.
If the fields in the fall let you feel is full, autumn, then the fall of the pasture you appreciate will be the autumn language, autumn rhyme.
In a hurry, we walked through the four seasons, we need the summer green, but also need the splendor of autumn.
Autumn grassland, cattle and sheep fat.
One autumn, I came to Yili, to the grasslands of Nalati, the fall of Nalati simply let me forget.
Nalati is an alpine grassland, river valleys, mountain peaks, forests, grasslands, a perfect combination; from afar, the mountains are linked to the mountains, the trees embrace the trees; a piece of meadow such as skillful hands woven into the carpet, dotted in the forest.
The yellow grass, golden leaves, reflect each other, so that the beauty of the fall of Narathi intoxicating.
This season of Narathi is more mature and heavy.
Cattle and sheep are grazing on the hillside, while far away on the hillside, there are shepherds began to beat the grass, grass storage in preparation for the winter.
Even the sunshine smells of pasture.
Autumn like the melting cheese, like felt on the smoke, in the tip of the grass, in the forest, overflowing in the mountains, constituting an autumnal charm of the colorful Nalat Autumn landscape.
And the shepherds and cows and sheep come out of the painting to tell you the unique language of the season.
Of course, to enjoy the most intense autumn colors, but also to the southern border, to the Tarim River bank, to the poplar forest.
Because of the difference in latitude and climate, the fall comes later in the southern border.
The northern border is already full of autumn, the southern border of the autumn is coming.
Every year in this season, I have to go to the southern border, to the banks of the Tarim River to take a walk, the name of the day to interview, in fact, in order to go to see the Tarim River in the fall, the fall of the poplar.
In the poplar forest, a scene and a thing, all contain a rich autumn color and fragrance.
It is no exaggeration to say that the poplar trees in the fall, every tree is a golden tree, are flames.
Into the poplar forest (of course, can not go far, or you will never get out.
), listening to the sound of falling leaves, stepping on the rustling leaves; the color of the land is golden, the fallen leaves on the ground is golden, the leaves on the trees is golden, the sun in the sky is golden, full of eyes are gold, as if even the air, and even the whole world has become a golden.
Autumn here, as if every leaf, are *** bursting, the most gorgeous open, the most beautiful rage.
Autumn is ripe, full and shiny, more thorough and dazzling.
Autumn catharsis, more free and more unrestrained, more wanton, reckless.
Because it is too beautiful, there is also autumn frustration, sadness, when the poplar fell out of the leaves, the remaining light branches, this time what the poplar 3,000 years will not die, die 3,000 years will not fall down, fall down 3,000 years will not be immortal, I think it is a ghost story.
This is the fall of Xinjiang, brilliant and gorgeous, charming.
Compared with the south, there is no autumn rain here, no autumn sorrow, no hundred feelings.
But here there is sadness, regret, and anticipation, because the fall here is too short, too late to reminisce, the northwestern wind will be more and more fierce, more and more intense.
A small essay on Xinjiang's specialtiesMy hometown is in Xinjiang, where there are many specialties, such as Qu Qu, roasted whole sheep, and grabbed rice ...... Now let me give you a brief introduction to Qu Qu.
Its practice is to put the flour and egg mixture together and make dough, roll out the dough as thin as paper, and then cut it into squares and fold the mixed filling to wrap it up.
They are neatly arranged on the sheet, like a golden dollar.
Put the cookies into the pot, and in a short while, they are like athletes in a swimming race, you come up, I go down.
At this time the little blisters also came to join in.
Then the delicious qu qu qu on the table, they seem to be and chopsticks do "eagle catching chickens" game like, how can not clip.
The chopsticks finally caught it, gently bite the thin skin and tender meat filling slipped into the mouth, really delicious! The soup is so fresh and moist that it flows out.
How do you want to eat?
The great beauty of Xinjiang.
Xinjiang, a place full of charm.
Blue sky, grassland, mountains and flowing water are the most common but also the most beautiful scenery in Xinjiang.
Fruits, dances and music are the most characteristic things in Xinjiang.
Looking far away is a vast flat land, and there seems to be no boundary between the two sides.
Yellow earth, green grass, covered this plain.
The green grass is spread out on the plain, one after another, with no sudden bumps or pits.
Like a piece of green carpet, stretching out, the last end, disappeared in the vast sky and the edge of the earth on the horizon.
Where there is no grass, *** there is yellow soil.
The soil is not dry, and when you step on it, it is soft and flexible, but if you are not careful, you will fall on it.
But when you get up, there is no dirt, but drops of water.
The plain spreads out all the way to the little river that runs across it.
From a distance, it looks like a ribbon reflecting silver light.
The river was not silver, but green, blue in color, like a piece of turquoise glass, shimmering in the sunlight.
In the middle of the river, a jutting rock stood in the way.
The river pumped against the top of the rock, separating it into two streams.
The lapping water then splashed off the edge of the rock in large sheets, creating two streams of silk that seemed to flow.
The high mountain, divided by the river, stood there all the time.
Gathering up from the plain, it grew higher and higher, more and more rugged, all the way to the top, and there was no place that was not covered with grass and glistening with sunlight.
The mountains were so high that, though the backs of them could not be seen, the sky above the summit was visible.
The endless vault of the sky was filled with only a few straggling white clouds, sparse masses of white drifting lazily all the way up to that silvery horizon.
It is that one beautiful and spectacular natural landscape that creates the sweet Xinjiang fruits.
Walking into the orchard, a burst of green came to the face.
A shelf, climbing one branch after another, a branch, hanging huge cantaloupe.
Green cantaloupes hang vertically from the branches.
Streak after streak of emerald-colored patterns crawled all over this one cantaloupe.
Piles and piles of blue cantaloupes were stacked along the melon shelves.
One by one, they are yellow and shiny, yellow and translucent.
The shelves are also filled with grapes.
Walked into the paradise of grapes, a small unripe grapes more than enough to have bent the branches, but the tree grapes still look long enough, dark purple grapes are like a beautiful pearl, no sunlight, but still crystal clear, shiny.
The magnificent landscape, charming terroir created the dance of Xinjiang.
A middle-aged man, with a short black beard, held the woman's hand in a gentlemanly manner, with the other hand held high, bent and shaken.
And put his left hand on his chest, so focused that he forgot everyone around him, as if the world was dancing alone, with a joyful smile on his face, was enjoying himself.
Xinjiang, really is a place full of charm!
Description of the autumn of Xinjiang essay
Xinjiang's autumn, short and beautiful come in a hurry, go early.
Xinjiang's autumn, short and beautiful.
Perhaps because of this, Xinjiang in the fall is more nostalgic and expectant.
It seems that the fall started from the sky, inadvertently looked up and found that the sky is high, light, and the field of vision is much broader.
Turning over the calendar, it is indeed fall.
The wind feels different, with some depression and a few cool points.
Walking down the street, there are a few leaves on the ground, and looking up at the trees, the leaves on the tops of the trees are light yellow.
This is the solar calendar in September in Xinjiang, to October, the autumn will be too thick to melt, has been the "autumn color is not near and far", trees and yellow leaves fly.
The deeper the fall, in the city, can only feel the morning and evening autumn cool, a few yellow leaves fluttering, the taste of autumn faded a lot.
To see the fall to know the fall, to go to the countryside, the field to go.
West to Urumqi is not far away, is Miquan, Changji, a piece of rice paddies, rice golden, in the autumn wind, golden rice waves layer by layer to spread out, although the fall withered the summer turquoise wilderness, but brought the harvest of autumn.
A little farther, you will see the scenery on both sides of the highway is completely different, to the road on both sides of the spread to a large swath of cotton fields, like snow white cotton, in the autumn sun swaying with the wind.
It is the time to pick cotton, from Henan, Sichuan to the cotton pickers, scattered in the cotton field, is picking cotton.
Wearing colorful cotton pickers and white cotton, constituting a picture of the cotton field landscape, while the cotton picking women's cheerful noise, soaring in the cotton field over the fields, so that the fields overflowing with the romance of autumn.
If the fields in the fall let you feel is full, autumn, then the fall of the pasture you appreciate will be the autumn language, autumn rhyme.
In a hurry, we walked through the four seasons, we need the summer green, but also need the splendor of autumn.
Autumn grassland, cattle and sheep fat.
One autumn, I came to Yili, to the grasslands of Nalati, the fall of Nalati simply let me forget.
Nalati is an alpine grassland, river valleys, mountain peaks, forests, grasslands, a perfect combination; from afar, the mountains are linked to the mountains, the trees embrace the trees; a piece of meadow such as skillful hands woven into the carpet, dotted in the forest.
The yellow grass, golden leaves, reflect each other, so that the beauty of the fall of Narathi intoxicating.
This season of Narathi is more mature and heavy.
Cattle and sheep are grazing on the hillside, while far away on the hillside, there are shepherds began to beat the grass, grass storage in preparation for the winter.
Even the sunshine smells of pasture.
Autumn like the melting of the cheese, like felt on the drift out of the smoke, in the grass, in the forest, in the mountains overflow, constitute a piece of autumn rhyme continuous colorful Narathi autumn scenery.
And the shepherds and cows and sheep come out of the painting to tell you the unique language of the season.
Of course, to enjoy the most intense autumn colors, but also to the southern border, to the Tarim River bank, to the poplar forest.
Because of the difference in latitude and climate, the fall comes later in the southern border.
The northern border is already full of autumn, the southern border of the autumn is only slowly coming.
Every year in this season, I have to go to the southern border, to the banks of the Tarim River to take a walk, the name of the day to interview, in fact, in order to go to see the Tarim River in the fall, the fall of the poplar.
In the poplar forest, a scene and a thing, all contain a rich autumn color and fragrance.
It is no exaggeration to say that the poplar trees in the fall, every tree is a golden tree, are flames.
Into the poplar forest (of course, can not go far, or you will never get out.
), listening to the sound of falling leaves, stepping on the rustling leaves; the color of the land is golden, the fallen leaves on the ground is golden, the leaves on the trees is golden, the sun in the sky is golden, full of eyes are gold, as if even the air, and even the whole world has become a golden.
Autumn here, as if every leaf, are *** bursting, the most gorgeous open, the most beautiful rage.
Autumn is ripe, full and shiny, more thorough and dazzling.
Autumn catharsis, more free and more unrestrained, more wanton, reckless.
Because it is too beautiful, there is also autumn frustration, sadness, when the poplar fell out of the leaves, the remaining light branches, this time what the poplar 3,000 years will not die, die 3,000 years will not fall down, fall down 3,000 years will not be immortal, I think it is a ghost story.
This is the fall of Xinjiang, brilliant and gorgeous, charming.
Compared with the south, there is no autumn rain here, no autumn sorrow, no hundred feelings.
But here there is sadness, regret, and anticipation, because the fall here is too short, too late to reminisce, the northwestern wind will be more and more fierce, more and more intense.
80 words about the end of the essay on XinjiangI need space In my memory, childhood is a carefree little world, which gives me freedom, gives me happiness, and brings me beauty and fantasy.
But since I went to middle school, everything has changed.
Since the day I entered the school gate, I seem to understand that the campus is a "no smoke battlefield".
Scores and rankings immediately jumped into my life and became the main part of my life.
In elementary school, my parents and teachers never pressurized me, and I hardly knew what it meant to be "ranked", but only knew that I had to play in the learning process, play in the learning process, go to bed early and get up early every day, and my life was a regular schedule.
Whenever I finish my homework, I'm free to play like a bird.
I have my little space, in that free space, I read a lot of novels, fairy tales, but also hold up how many issues of "Little Edison" look with great interest; in that free space, I can play my favorite tunes, sing songs I like to sing, recite my favorite poems; song, piano, laughter filled my little space.
At that time, I was a girl with deep experience, wide interests, and excellent results.
However, after going to junior high school, all my actions are subject to constraints.
Mom and Dad regarded novels, fairy tales, newspapers and magazines as "leisure books", and reading the news and playing the piano and singing were also regarded as "leisure".
Every day, I practiced the policy of "shutting down the country" under the pressure of my heart.
I no longer have the freedom of space, day and night can only study, do questions, memorize, struggle again and again! The papers fell on us like rain, testing us again and again.
The marks and rankings no longer gave me any interest and confidence in my studies.
I felt more and more nervous, and my grades naturally went down the drain, turning me from the well-read girl with a wide range of interests into a frog at the bottom of a well of ignorance.
I wish I could have a free space, where I could increase my knowledge, relax my brain, develop my abilities, and improve my efficiency.
I need a free space, but - who can give me? I need to encourage and comfort in the face of classmates: "You're so stupid this problem will not do," in the face of Dad: "only so far, into what gas.
"I don't care what my classmates say about me, but even my father is so looking down on me, I'm really failing.
Dad didn't say anything to me, I was in tears, I don't know why I can't stop my tears, they always rush out of my eyes.
"Dad can you give me a little more comfort, I do not need your ruthless comfort, do you understand? Dad.
"I always call out for dad in my dreams, dad I hate you.
You always how cold to me, I am also your female second ah! Brother study is good, but you can not be cold to me, I do not believe that you are a patriarchal person.
Although I say this, but in my heart you will always be my good father, Dad I will always love you! Please give me a little more encouragement and comfort! I do not return oh let you down, dad!
301 words about XinjiangThere is a place in the northwest of China called Xinjiang, where the scenery is beautiful, rich in produce, and a beautiful and rich place.
There is an endless prairie, like a boundless green carpet, and herds of cows, sheep, and horses are like a brilliant and incomparable jewel embedded in this beautiful carpet.
Hanas is a world-famous tourist attraction, known as "Little Switzerland". Whenever the night falls, Hanas will hold a grand bonfire party, with many people singing and dancing around the blazing fireworks.
In August and September, when grapes, cantaloupe, watermelon and other fruits and melons are ripe, the orchard is filled with the tantalizing aroma of fruit.
I like to eat grapes the most, the grapes in the grapevine is the most delicious, approaching the village, as far as the eye can see, every family has a grape arbor, grape arbor full of bunches of heavy, green grapes, looking at it, can not help but you want to hurry up to pick down, eat enough.
Kanye is a great groundwater irrigation project, Turpan Basin has 1237 Kanye, a total length of more than 5000 kilometers, near the canal to drink a cup of "natural mineral spring beauty water", breathtaking, wonderful.
The Flaming Mountains are located in the central Turpan Basin, summer, under the scorching sun, the red mountain rocks rolling heat, reddish-red smoke cloud steam and dazzling, just like a group of fire in the burning, according to the locals, the Flaming Mountains, high temperature and drought, "birds do not dare to come," the heat can be baked eggs it! Xinjiang has many famous flavor snacks, grabbing rice, please stewed lamb, roast meat, ah! It's so delicious! When I think of that delicious, I'm salivating.
Green grasslands, sweet grapes, charming songs and dances, natural beauty of the water, the hot Flaming Mountains, beautiful Xinjiang, really make people forget!
About the great beauty of Xinjiang essay 600 words, please, there is an emergencyBeautiful Xinjiang "charming Xinjiang Turpan" "We Xinjiang good place ah, Tianshan North and South good scenery ......" familiar melody, the people of Xinjiang will sing the song, expressing the people of Xinjiang The love of the hometown.
We have many beautiful places in Xinjiang, such as the Altay Kanas Lake scenic area, the Ili River Valley, stretching from the west to the east of Xinjiang Tianshan Mountain Scenic Area, the vast and boundless prairie and the famous domestic and foreign Turpan.
Speaking of the fruit town of Turpan, there from spring to fall, everywhere fragrant.
In May, there are apricots and mulberries, in July and August, there are pears, peaches, apples and watermelons, and in September and October, people's favorite grapes are ripe, and there are also sun-dried raisins.
Grapes are the most famous fruit in Turpan.
Grapes are planted on the hillside, on the roadside, in the courtyard of every house. Once the leaves of grapes grow out, the dense branches and leaves will spread out in all directions, just like a green pergola.
In the fall when the grapes are ripe, the shelves are full of fruit, the "horse ***" grapes like carved out of jasper, mellow flavor can be smelled from a long distance.
The kind of grapes called "red rose", simply a ruby, very favorite.
The best or the coreless grapes, it is called "crystal", like crystal and agate made of handicrafts, it is transparent like a glass ball, water, you pick a bunch, like holding a string of pearls, put one in the mouth, the sweet juice will make you drunk.
Watermelon is also a very delicious kind of melon in Turpan.
The watermelon is covered with a green coat, and there is a "decoration" on the top of the coat! After cutting the watermelon, it reveals its red flesh, which immediately releases a tantalizing sweet aroma.
Bite a sweet and juicy, half of the melon into the stomach, the whole body cool, especially in the kanji soaked for half an hour, and then take it out to eat, like drinking wine, cold and delicious, make people drunk.
If you go to Turpan at this time, the hospitality of the Uyghur townspeople, will come up with the best fruits and melons in Turpan, so that you can eat enough.
Turpan is a both mysterious and warm place, with a strong ethnic regional characteristics ...... Although I reluctantly left Turpan, but my heart stayed in the land that mesmerized me! Ah! I love Turpan
I love Xinjiang write a composition about 300 wordsI love Xinjiang, not only because it is the most beautiful place in the world, but more importantly, it is my hometown, the place that makes me haunted and forever attached.
I love the four seasons in Xinjiang.
Spring is full of vitality, the first melting of snow and ice, the grassland is green, wildflowers; summer is hot and flamboyant, the sun is hot, the yellow sand on the wilderness; autumn fruits and fruits, the autumn wind, the dance in the field; winter is cold and cold, the snow, the mountains and forests are wrapped in silver.
I not only love the scenery of Xinjiang in all seasons, I love the simple people here, they are my compatriots, my friends, my family, we live together in this land that we all love.
We laughed together, struggled together, sweated together, harvested fruit together, there are sad and happy, happy and sad.
Here carries the most beautiful time of our life.
The great beauty of Xinjiang, I love Xinjiang, the most beautiful place in my heart forever.
We have many ethnic minorities in China, and as the saying goes, "Hundreds of miles of different winds, thousands of miles of different customs.
"Of course each ethnic group has different customs, but I am very interested in the local customs of the people of Xinjiang.
The people of Xinjiang have three main types of customs, namely: dietary customs, dress customs, and folklore taboos.
Among them, I am most interested in the local food customs.
Xinjiang people are all hospitable and very generous, as long as you go to the guest, they will warmly invite you into the house, and serve them a popular national famous food - roasted whole sheep, and then with all kinds of chic grabbed rice, a big plate, a big plate, not stingy.
They also have hand-held lamb, which is similar to the roasted lamb.
Hand-held mutton is an essential dish for celebrations and funerals in anyone's home.
When they are hungry, they have a wide range of snacks: baked buns, ramen noodles, oil tazi, milk tea.
What's even more peculiar is that they can make goat's milk and cow's milk into a lot of dairy products, which not only have a pure natural rich milk flavor, but also have a high nutritional value.
And then there is the use of horse milk fermented into the horse *** wine, the milk and wine flavor of the mixture of taste really can be the heaven of the gods are attracted to.
In the winter months, they still eat watermelon on the streets around the fireplace, and they eat it with great relish.
The food of Xinjiang has a unique flavor.
The food there is heavenly and delicious, the people there are warm and generous, Xinjiang is really a good place!
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