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| Nothing else to do, and opened twenty years ago. Looking back on the first. That year, I and the first in February fourteen, Valentine's day, the aunt introduced. In April four the Qingming Festival, my father and I are coupled fields, dig lotus species. First, with the father said, to take me to Xinjiang.Audio Cables Clean Warm Sound I was glad a sorrow. Hi, can I go Tianya, reward as from rivers and mountains; the worry is, I take this, as the eldest child of I, not for parents to share happiness and sorrow. Travel in the farewell rain falling, in the mother's tears, looking at father silent soulful, embarked on a journey. In the XiaoGan Railway Station, Zhengzhou to get the [then] to go to Xinjiang or a one-way road train. The way the wind and rain all the way. In Zhengzhou, we take the train ninety-seven. Wipe off the tears, will look at the outside world. Ear ring is: train announcer sweet voice. The scenery along the way, beautiful. I see linger ornamental. Thoughts are with the [along the Silk Road] story roll. The announcer never to all passengers, the legend of the silk road. Rare earth wall, is [journey to the West] to our childhood thought. Seem to feel, desert camel bells jingle sound, is clear ears. In the dreamland mirage, where will it happen? Through the snow and cold, the train pulled into the endless Gobi. The sunlight of sand dunes, suffused with the dazzling light. The scene in front of me, let a person can't open. This is how the prospects! Pen difficult to describe. At first the ancients through thousands of miles of Gobi, this is so hard exhibition Hong Kong. No wonder the Silk Road of bones. Now we, in the rare deserted wasteland, a brisk tour. Hard climbing of the ancients, we can only feel in the text. Our parting, in front of nature, it is Miao han. Then I said aloud: I want to travel, to all the trials of a long journey. The train went through in the vast Gobi, Miao Han dunes plateau, when once, in a child's dream, colorful. But the body line, with thousands of miles of wilderness, snow capped mountains and died at the age of wonders. This meeting son thought away from sour, the heart was not more than a few vicissitudes. In this magical land, the heart is also thought a lot. The train is still crawling a tunnel, winding like a dragon, and sometimes the body cannot see the tail. Woke up in the night on the way, a plate of the moon looked up at the sight of the west, could not help but cry out: good close to the moon! Just like hanging in the top of the head. Friend said with a laugh: "is the eternal. But you feel different now!" Yeah, only this time easy homesickness. Home of the relatives and friends, but also into a dream. On the train after four days. Finally, the train arrives at the destination: Urumqi. Xinjiang is a beautiful place, this is small knew from songs. A mysterious veil of the city, that we will live. The wind is cool, dry air away moisture, my nose was like, and drink the salty waterHandmade Sequin Embroidery Highlights |
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