In this way, Jiang Brak planted a red bean in my heart, which took root and grew into a towering tree.
I want to go back to Xinjiang and go to Jiangbulak.
I didn't expect this day. After my daughter finished the college entrance examination, I filled in my volunteers and made sure there was nothing wrong. I made an appointment with Third Sister, took my daughter, packed my luggage and left.
Of course, you have to stay at the second sister's house. When I arrived at my second sister's house, I felt at home. Because this is our birthplace.
Third sister hasn't come back for thirty years. As soon as she came back, she was called to Wujiaqu by her classmates (we are in the Sixth Agricultural Division 109 regiment, about 240 kilometers away from the division). Of course, I have to stay with this "old Xinjiang" (laughs, this is my third time back), and my daughter can't get rid of this little tail. Three people went to Wujiaqu by car for six hours. Two days later, my second sister asked us when we would come back and said that there would be a car to Jiangbulak the next day. Third sister has too many classmates. Party after party. I heard that I was going to Jiangbulak, and my eyes lit up. I left my third sister with my daughter and went back to the regiment.
Still a day late, I missed it. The next day, I went for a stroll in the Populus euphratica forest in Mingsha Mountain on the wooden base.
Our group used to be a group farm, but it has been changed into a community in recent years, which is more than 60 kilometers away from Jiangbulak. Xinjiang, a few hundred kilometers away from home, is a close neighbor. For example, the last time I went to Mingsha Mountain, I said it was not far. It was more than 200 kilometers when the car started. I thought Mingsha Mountain was next to Populus euphratica, but it was separated by more than 30 kilometers.
Classmate Zhang said that Jiang Brak was the previous ridge-picking knife, and his name was changed to Gao Gao, which immediately doubled his value and attracted a large wave of people to play. But that 10 thousand mu of wheat field is really attractive. You can make a desktop by taking a photo at random in Jiangbulak.
Zhang also said that if you go to Jiangbulak, call me and I will find someone to take you in. ...
I stayed in my hometown for nearly thirty years. I always listen to what is said on the wine table and never take it to heart, because no one is telling the truth on the wine table. The classmate's remarks were made on the wine table of the classmate party. I smiled and thanked him, but I didn't think so.
"When the third child comes back, we will find time to go to Jiangbulak." Second sister said.
"Third sister is still the same as when she was a child. When she appeared at home, she disappeared. " I smiled.
Looking forward to the stars, looking forward to the moon, and finally looking forward to Third Sister's return. The second sister inquired about the car and prepared to charter a car to Jiangbulak.
In the evening, the three sisters went for a walk and rested at school. They met their classmate Hong Ge and talked about Jiang Brak. Brother Hong said with disgust, "Jiangbulak has fun. I didn't mean to. I advise you not to go. " "Be sure to go!" My third sister and I are in unison.
The next day, the second sister urged us to get up quickly, saying that Brother Hong took us up the mountain. I rolled my eyelids to sleep: "Didn't you say you were going to Jiangbulak?" Why did you go up the mountain again? Boring The second sister smiled: "We said that going up the mountain means going to Jiangbulak. "Oh yeah! I got up and dragged my daughter: "Go to Jiangbulak! "
Take watermelons and naan, and pick some tomatoes and cucumbers from the garden in front of the door. Hey, hey, hey, that's the rhythm of picnics.
Everything was ready, and Brother Hong arrived at the gate at nine o'clock on time.
"Today is a good day, and all my wishes can come true. Today is a good day, la la la la la ... "I forgot all the lyrics.
There are many people waiting in line. Speaking of buying tickets, I'd like to talk about my classmate Zhang. Brother Hong immediately took out his mobile phone and called Zhang. After making two phone calls, we really walked into the scenic spot without buying a ticket.
I was very moved, not because I saved 300 yuan to buy a ticket, but because my classmates were sincere. He can find any excuse to prevaricate. After all, he has only met one classmate for 30 years. I didn't think it was true at first. Seeing too much hypocrisy and politeness, pretending to be a snake, this sincere feeling is precious.
Brother Hong is familiar with it. He has been a guest guide, tour guide and driver, hehe.
The car keeps driving, I don't know how high the mountain is. I finally stopped when there was no way to go ahead. When I got off the bus, Kobayashi (a boy) and Kezi (a girl), about ten years old, rode over and asked if you wanted to ride. I'm afraid of horses. It's too late to hide Let me go to the distance to see the scenery.
I see many yurts along the road. Oh, no, it's a Kazakh yurt. Brother Hong said that yurts are spires and yurts are domes. There are also some yurts here. I'm curious about what's inside. I opened the curtain of a yurt and looked inside. It seems nothing. It's just a tatami in the tent, but it's covered with blankets with national characteristics.
The hillside slope is full of small flowers, which is inconspicuous at first glance. If you look closely, you will find that the flowers are delicate and charming, petite and lovely, and look delicate and weak, but they are extremely vital, otherwise they will not survive even in this crevice.
A gust of wind blew and I wrapped my clothes tightly. Daughter is more exaggerated, even clothes and hats are buckled on her head. My husband sent me a message saying that he was sweating at home, but we were shivering in this mountain, hahahaha. ...
Someone asked where the waterfall was, and we looked at each other. Is there a waterfall in Jiangbulak? Brother Hong said: The waterfall is gone, and the road is being built here. The man got on the bus and turned around.
Second sister said, let's go somewhere else. The smell here is too strong. Niu Yi Group, a group of horses, really smells a little smoky.
However, seeing this group of horses, Third Sister is eager to ride and feel it. She chose a unique white horse, which looks very docile. Shuai Shuai got on his horse and took some beautiful photos. I am envious, but I am also afraid. I got up the courage to go to him, reached out and scratched the horse's neck twice. The horse actually rubbed his head against me and was very attached. My heart suddenly softened.
Third Sister got off the horse after an addiction, and Brother Hong took the reins of the horse again, jabbering with Balangzi, then jumped on his horse and galloped around the forest path. The air is no less than the nation on horseback, and I can only look at the horse and sigh.
Turn around and stop. Where there is a wooden plank road or wooden platform, there is a scenic spot, which is very easy to recognize.
The clouds are thick, and the distant mountains are caged in misty fog, some like fairy mountain villa, and some like fireworks. Layers of pine forests and high and low lawns are all green, but they are different. Dark black, light yellow, different shades, patchwork. We climbed the hillside, which didn't look high, but it also made us breathless. When we reached the top of the slope, I shouted excitedly, jumbrak, I'm coming. ...
Jiang Braque, I'm here, the source of my homesickness, the distant place I've always dreamed of, and I finally come to your arms.
Not far away, someone actually responded: Oh, hehe ... Hey, is this the first time this person has climbed the mountain like me?
If you stand tall, you can see far. Two ducklings in a shallow pond add a touch of elegance to this Shan Ye. In front of the herdsmen's yurts, smoke billowed from the barbecue oven, and the dense pine forests around seemed to have gained popularity, making it less gloomy. The duck suddenly flapped its wings and flew, then disappeared. Wow, it's a wild duck!
Jiangbulak is the source of holy water for Kazakhs. But I haven't seen any water except that pool. Maybe it's at the waterfall that's in the way. I didn't think about this problem in detail, because my heart was full of beautiful scenery in front of me.
It's easier to go up than down. The ancients didn't cheat me. Fortunately, there was a close call. In the constant reminder of Third Sister's "S-shape", my foot finally landed. Keep walking back. Whether it is an amateur tour guide or not, it is the opposite. People are moving forward, we are retreating, but the views are the same.
Is the rape flower here a hundred acres or a thousand acres? Although it is a "dead end" yellow flower, it is still spectacular. It doesn't snow in July, only the bare branches of tulips are left on the roadside, and tourists are ignored. Who can remember its gorgeous season? Only the big windmill standing in the field, whether in full bloom or withered, is silently watching it all year round.
The sun is like a naughty child playing hide and seek. Sometimes it sticks its head out to smile, and sometimes it hides and disappears. The cloud seems to have feet. It is heading west. Isn't it a date? After the picnic, I lay on the grass and looked at the sky. Clouds, mountains, trees, flowers and grass sighed with satisfaction, closed their eyes and merged into the world. ...
"Let's go! Don't sleep! " My daughter patted me, and I got up in a tingle, wiped the saliva that almost flowed out, and looked around, as if I was still wandering in my dream. Brother Hong has pulled out a plastic bag of plantains and said it was taken back to boil water for my mother. I gave a thumbs-up sign. Brother Hong is a real man with a big filial son (not all dutiful sons are men, but unfilial men are definitely not men). He left a good story when he went to Tianchi. Others are looking for Dangshen Fritillaria, which is said to be a medicinal material. I didn't know there were flowers and plants everywhere except thorns. I especially hated pricking when I was a child. People who stab like hedgehogs are very painful, but they are everywhere in the Gobi desert in the field. I accidentally nailed my pants, shoes and even socks. I didn't expect the flowers to be so beautiful: the green flowers burst into purple flowers, and the purple turned white to the extreme, like cotton. I couldn't help bending down and taking a close-up of it. The sisters have cleaned up the mess and put the garbage bags in the car.
There are more and more tourists, and there are more photographers in the Jiangbulak Grand Canyon. Let me see my mobile phone. Although it is not as good as a professional camera, the photos taken can still be used as a desktop, just as good-looking.
The Grand Canyon is deep to the bottom, with its mouth wide open. It seems that one more look will suck you into the bottom. But it tempts you. Take a look and want to take another look. The high hills stand like a mother looking at her children with spoiled eyes. Mountains overlap, twists and turns ... how can this situation be described by a word "beauty"!
"Don't miss it, go to the strange slope!" Second sister motioned for us to get on the bus.
How do you say the so-called "strange slope"? If you ride a bike from this slope, you don't have to pedal when going uphill, but pedal hard when going downhill. Isn't it amazing? There are different opinions about the reasons, and no one can tell clearly.
After experiencing the feeling of walking on a strange slope, my sight was attracted by the wheat fields all the way. 10,000 mu of wheat field! This must be the ten thousand mu wheat field that my classmate said. Sure enough, I asked. The wheat at the foot of the mountain has reached the harvest season, and the wheat on the mountain is still rippling in the blue waves and swaying in the breeze, as if dancing in a collective square dance.
"I heard the echo, from the valley and the heart.
Harvesting an empty soul with a lonely sickle
Repeated refusal, repeated happiness.
There are swaying oases in the desert.
I believe in myself.
Born like bright summer flowers
Not afraid of being unbeaten, like fire.
Bear the burden of heartbeat and breathing.
Never tire of watching it. "
Facing the mountains, wheat fields are like the sea, Tagore's life is like summer flowers, and the whole person is in a trance. ...
When I went down the mountain, I found that the house under the mountain was not much bigger than a matchbox. How high did we climb? I can't help secretly staggering.
The mountain road is long and has a head, and homesickness is endless.
I gave up Jiang Braque's love for Acacia, but made it difficult for my classmates and old friends to have close friends. Let me pack up all my friendships and accompany me through the future journey.