I really don’t know how to describe the feeling of setting foot in Xinjiang for the first time.
The smell is mixed with the smell of cumin, melon and fruit, and the cold wind of the snow-capped mountains in the distance.
You will feel as if you have stepped into an ancient legend. Every time you take a step, you will have the idea to stop and be in a daze. Not just to take pictures, but just to be swallowed up by the vast emptiness that makes people lose the ability to speak. Afterwards, we dived into their bustling bazaar to taste, touch and feel in the most clumsy way.
Fruits and melons are not for eating, they are for "melting" you
It's really not an exaggeration.
When the sun in Turpan is so intense that it can make one's scalp numb, do not hide in an air-conditioned room. You need to follow the local people and find a place with shade and pick up a piece of cantaloupe freshly fished out of the well.
That kind of coldness cannot be given by a refrigerator, and it has a refreshing smell of earth.
The knife cuts downwards, making a "click" sound, and the melon splits on its own. The golden color of the pulp hidden inside is dazzling. When you take a bite, it's not just a simple sweetness, there are changes in levels - at first it's crispy, then the juice pops out, and finally what remains on the tip of your tongue is a sticky sweetness, similar to honey, but not cloying.
At that moment you will feel that all the cantaloupe you ate in the city was in vain.
Stones have body temperature, especially here
And Hotan jade .
I lack professional knowledge of the relevant fields and have not paid attention to their value. I like to go to old jade trading places with regional characteristics and see those Uyghur compatriots squatting on the ground. They will deliver the stone in their hands to you, with a unique light in their eyes.
The small mutton-fat white jade, when held in the palm of the hand, does not feel cold, but feels warm, as if holding a piece of frozen moonlight. At this time, you can easily involuntarily wonder, thousands of years ago, was there a caravan on the road, holding it in the same way on this route, thinking of that home far away in your heart?
It's a little sweet, you have to close your eyes to taste it
In fact, what I can't forget the most is not the big names on the table.
It was a seedless white grape picked casually from a shelf on the roadside. It was small in size and bright green in appearance. When you threw it into your mouth, the skin of the grape was so thin that it cracked before you could even feel it. What was left was just a strong sweet aroma that kept swirling in your mouth.
In the alley of the old town of Kuqa, there was a child. He chased me and asked me to taste his small white apricots. The apricot was small and golden in color. After biting into it, the flesh almost melted in your mouth, and the juice was so sticky that it could stick to your lips. The child's mother was smiling next to her, and that smile was sweeter than apricots.
Even for the Korla fragrant pears, you have to find a quiet place at night to eat slowly. Its skin is ultra-thin, as thin as a piece of paper. Once you take a bite, you don't chew it, but suck the juice. The mouthful of pear juice flows down your throat, and your whole body is moistened by it, feeling completely peaceful and peaceful.
There are stories hidden in the blanket, and stories hidden in the wine.
In Hotan, I saw people weaving carpets.
The women's hands moved quickly between the warp threads, tying a knot, then cutting it, and then tying another knot. Perhaps they sat in front of this loom for decades. Those complicated patterns are not designs, but their inner words, which are the days, the wind and the sand, and the moonlight.
At night, you should never stay alone in a hotel.
Came to a barbecue stall and sat down. At this time, the boss will directly bring you a basket of big Wusu and put it in front of you. The bottle containing the wine gives people a solid feeling when looking at it. So you take a sip, and the malty flavor hits you instantly, making you frown involuntarily. However, when you eat it with the sizzling lamb skewers, you will understand. I understood what is called the "deadly Wusu", and at the same time I also understood the generous attitude of Xinjiang people, and all their enthusiasm is contained in this wine. If you don't finish the wine, he will be unhappy.
It is the things that cannot be taken away that make people miss you the most
I also tried to find Tianshan Snow Lotus .
It definitely can't be found. Those sold in drug stores are all artificially cultivated. However, you know that it actually grows in the rock crevices near the snow line, you know that it blooms with purple flowers, and you know that it has endured hundreds of years of suffering in the wind and snow environment, and that is enough. That reverence for life is more nourishing than anything else.
When I was finally leaving, my box was filled with red dates, almonds, and a large bag of heavy rose jam.
But I know that what is really taken away is not these.
In the afternoon, under an old mulberry tree, it was the smile that appeared on the face of the naan maker when he handed me a piece of hot naan. On the Gobi Desert, the driver suddenly stopped the car, pointed into the distance and said, "Look." At that moment, there was a silent scene where there were only three people, you and me, between heaven and earth.
These are the most powerful specialties of Xinjiang.
You don’t have to spend money to buy it, but you have to pay attention to it.
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