First Grade Essay (600 words): Into Kashgar - Mom's Travelogue

Essay Title: Into Kashgar - Mom's Travelogue

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This is a first grade essay (600 words) entitled. Into Kashgar - Mom's Travels".

Into Kashgar

Often heard people say, not to Kashgar is not considered to have been in Xinjiang, but I was born in Urumqi, grew up in Xinjiang sister, but has not had the opportunity to go to this place that I have been longing for. 2005 the beginning of the year, I need to come to the work of the Kashgar more than 700 kilometers away from the Kucha County. Before returning to Luoyang, I finally fulfilled my dream -- into the Kashgar.

Listening to the local guide, Kashgar is located in the westernmost part of China, known as the "town of song and dance", is the ancient Silk Road, the meeting point of the North and South Road, but also in Xinjiang, Uyghur ethnic customs are the most rich in a city, many merchants, visitors have stayed here to rest, leaving behind a large number of cultural relics and monuments, so that the city slowly turned into an increasingly mysterious, prosperous and prosperous city. It has become an increasingly mysterious and prosperous tourist destination.

"Kashi" is "Kashi Gaer" short, meaning that this is a place like jade, the singer Dolan interpretation of the classic song "Kashi Gaer poplar" singing is here. It is said that the poplar here three thousand years of growth, three thousand years of immortality, three thousand years of immortality, in one hundred and fifty thousand years will become a beautiful fossilized wood - silicified wood.

It was late November when I went to Kashgar. In the morning from Kuche, through the "Pearl of the West" Aksu, "the south of the river" Wensu County, and finally in the twilight arrived in Kashgar. Kashgar is very beautiful at night, we strolled in the streets of Kashgar, from time to time to see the handsome flying minibus Lang and wearing colorful sarongs of the Uyghur girls. Neon red flashing on both sides of the street, very lively, jewelry stores, pewter stores, knife stores, a wide range of everything, a variety of Viennese characteristics of the yell one after another, the aroma of roast lamb kebabs filled the room, more so that we have a feast for the eyes of the Viennese girls and boys gathered together in twos and threes, they play dongbula, tambourine, in the small streets on the side of the songs and dances, to the love and passion for life are Into this boundless joy, as early as in the Sui and Tang dynasties, introduced to the Central Plains, unique interpretation of the Kashgar songs and dances to the fullest.

People who come to Kashgar will go to the 500-year-old Etigarh Mosque, the largest in Xinjiang, and the legendary tomb of Fragrant Princess, but I was y attracted by the mysterious old city of Kashgar. Before arriving in Kashgar, I heard from my chatty friends that the Old City is the most beautiful and unique place in Kashgar, because it is located on a 400-meter-high platform, which is also known as the "High Terrace Residence".

In the morning, we woke up and drove to the old town. In a short while, a dirt-colored, seemingly a bit of a dilapidated residence appeared in front of us, or high or low street building, overhanging building looks a bit shaky, seems to collapse at any time. Looking at this building with a strong contrast with the bustling city, I am vaguely disappointed, I am afraid that those friends "for the new word strong sadness" results.

The old city gate in an inconspicuous alleyway, a few wearing flower hats, eyebrows will move the Viennese boy and those thoroughly black or brown scarf covered the face of the woman, enthusiastically introduced to us a hundred years old house "simple and ancient" and "very personalized! The city is a photographer's paradise," he said.

With a skeptical attitude, I spent 30 yuan to buy a ticket into the old city. Walked to the end of the alley, in front of a moment of clarity, I was surprised to find that the city is actually well-connected, Vijia small courtyard low courtyard door can be seen in all directions, more than 40 alleys meandering, crisscrossing, scattered in the corners of the traditional earthenware workshop, national flower hats and iron stores in the small town is dressed up like the fifteenth and sixth centuries of the mysterious old fortress, the whole city is like a big labyrinth, if you're not careful, you'll get lost! The whole city is like a big labyrinth, if you are not careful, you will get lost. We walked through the dark alleys, and inadvertently entered a room with a kangtai, covered with a flower carpet, decorated with gold and blue, and then realized that we had gone to someone else's home, while the door of the sun in the Vi?t Nam old man is squinting and smiling, seems to have seen us like this "lost" tourists. Listen to him with not too fluent Chinese told us, to not get lost is also very simple, as long as along the paved with hexagonal brick road can be unimpeded, but if you are not careful on the rectangular brick road, then the result is either into someone else's home or to a dead end. Looking at the old man that is full of vicissitudes and warm smile, drinking the old man entertained us with fragrant milk tea, I really feel that this is another piece of "peach blossom source".

If Kashgar's minority ethnic groups are so fascinating, then the endless glacier desert and the snowy peaks and lakes of the Kunlun Mountains are even more fascinating to me.

The third day here, we went to the Kashgar City, more than one hundred and ninety kilometers away from the rare plateau lake - Karakuli Lake, perhaps in order to call the convenience of the locals are referred to as it "Lake". Card Lake in the Kunlun Mountains at the beginning of the so-called "roof of the world" on the Pamir Plateau, 3600 meters above sea level, the lake is 30 meters deep, with a total area of 10 square kilometers. In order to become "good friends" with the lake, we disregarded the car crowded, inconvenience, please a guide to accompany. The guide is very humorous, to our self-introduction, said: "I surnamed Hu, I 'Hu guide', everyone with me 'Hu tour' it.

The car started, we along China - Pakistan's International Friendship Highway (314 National Highway) has been going west, the road on both sides of the camel herd and antelope herd kept appearing to make us happy, and Xinjiang's unique "colorful mountains" are more And we are inseparable, under the blue sky and white clouds, those strange peaks on the mountain colorful, enchanting. Walked four hours later, the snow-capped mountains on the Pamir Plateau appeared one after another in our line of sight, huge mountains towering on the side of the highway, can clearly see the glittering glaciers in the sunshine. Further up, we saw a snow-covered, white peaks, Hu said that is the neighbor of the lake - with "the father of the icebergs," known as Moustagh Peak, it is said that the mountain 10,000 years of glaciers gathered here, snow-capped in all seasons, in addition to the country's second famous Mount Everest outside the It is the second famous climbing point in China besides Mount Everest, and Kahu is the base camp of the mountaineers.

About them there is a beautiful legend: a long time ago, Moustagh Peak lived on an iceberg princess, she and live on the opposite side of the Gonggel Peak on the snowy mountain prince passionate love, the vicious king of heaven know very unhappy, with the god stick split the two connected peaks, split them. Later, the iceberg princess because of day and night miss the snow mountain prince, tears continue to gush out, and finally turned into a deep and dark Karakuri Lake.

We finally reached Karakuli Lake! She snuggled up to the Moustagh peaks, looks so gentle and quiet, distributed around her Gonggel peaks and Gonggel Jubilee peaks more added to her magic and beauty. Because of the cold weather on the plateau, only in November, the lake has been frozen, frozen lake and ice peaks with the same color, the scenery is more fascinating, there is a school of emotionally stimulating grandeur. Hu told us that if July and August to, is another scene, tourists can row a small rubber boat in the lake, enjoy the silver peaks, green grasslands and the lake herd of reflections, the exceptionally beautiful Pamir scenery in full view.

Breathing in the fresh, clean and cool mountain air, and looking at the black yaks walking beside me, I felt like I was in a peaceful and elegant fairyland. Here is like a piece of ice crystal fairy tale world, is like a bright incomparable priceless pearl. The clean surface of the lake, the crystal peaks, seems to be forever no earthly hustle and bustle, no worries of the world, so that to the body of which I really feel the infinite charm of nature.

With infinite reluctance and attachment, I left Karakuri, left the labyrinth of the old city, left the piece of hot land with blue sky and white clouds and ice mountains and rivers, and left this place that makes me haunting, thoughts flying. But my heart is still wandering here, long unwilling to leave, I will continue to indulge in ten thousand years of glaciers, oasis canyons and alpine lakes in the dream world. Perhaps only the resounding sound of the Kazakh herdsmen's horse yell, can let me wake up and realize: this is not a fairyland, this is paradise on earth!