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Chapter 94: Burqin¡¯s Mountains of Gold and Silver Water

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    After returning to the dormitory, Wenming felt exhausted. He took a shower with all his strength, and sat down on the chair, and his body slowly recovered from exhaustion. Wenming logged into QQ, but still did not see Chenru, which was a bit disappointing  He turned off Q without hesitation, played Zhou Chuanxiong's "Lonely Shazhou Cold", and then opened the e-mail that Chenru sent him from Xinjiang a few days ago.

    June:

    Grass is now sitting in a KFC store in Erdaoqiao, Urumqi.  There is such a broken notebook on the table.  Not even a place for chips.

    hurt.  Change the local bird.  On a chair at the gate of People's Park.  I was already weak in my hands and feet.  Now.  One can imagine the stuff knocked out on the knee.  8 know the so-called saying.  hoho.  June needs to be considerate.

    Train ticket at 7:14 p.m.  1083. Hard seat for 18 hours.  From Wuwei to Hami.  This is my last day in Wuwei.  Eating Malatang.  Think of Sichuan.  Thinking of the joys of last summer.

    I always blame myself.  For Su Erma's kindness and her own laziness.  It's nice to walk.  in this way.  Strangers who meet for the first time are always greeted with kindness.

    I don't know what to remember.  Crispy pancake rolls.  The smell of mutton.  The thickness of Liangpi.  The calligraphy and painting of the old man in the temple.  Blue sky.  Reflected in lake water.  Dazzling starry sky.  Traces of birds flying overhead.  perhaps.  It should be more of a feeling.

    Because there is no seat ticket.  Grab a seat on the train.  Good luck.  Sisi sends text messages from time to time.  My mother also kept advising me to switch to a sleeper berth whenever I had the chance.  I don't care.  play cards.  Look at the Chinese-English translation of "Utopia".  chat.  So you don't feel uncomfortable.

    late at night.  People in the compartment adopted various sleeping positions.  Humanity returns to its original desired form.  Not ugly at all.  fame and fortune.  money.  All superficial things become nothingness in front of sleepiness.

    Noon on July 15th.  The train arrived in Hami on time.  The large characters of "Hami Railway Station" are marked in Uighur and Chinese.  photographed.  Sweet yelled at it.  Hami.  I am coming.  I thought her name was Holly.  Hey.  Find a fight.

    Walk all the way.  Wuwei, Gansu.  Huo Qubing.  Ma Chao.  The hometown of Ma Tiao Feiyan.  I saw a so-called temple fair.  In the alleys of an old street are blind fortune-tellers.  Mostly elderly women.  Dressed in rags.  Old thinking.  Perhaps the unbearable reality collided with the beauty they expected.  It made them believe in it.  The reality made a huge joke for them.  God has no mercy on the ignorant.  And people always bury themselves in the fertile soil so that they can grow into towering trees.  Without sunlight.  Not baptized by wind and rain.  I remember someone said it.  The short warmth is in the most difficult long river in history.  Everything will disappear because of too much care about the vanity of the world.

    Hami is a long-stay city.  After a visit to Barkol.  I have a good impression of the people of Hami.  We stayed in Tianshan.  Feel the calm breath of the grassland in the tent of Barkol.  hoho.  Like the breath of a grown man.  the second day.  In order to go to the North Lake Park on the water.  Had to wander on a big truck.  Eagles soared overhead.  Open your hands in a vain attempt to embrace the sun and the desert.  But hugged the sky full of sand.  His mouth and eyes are full of desert style.  But even still smiling presumptuously.

    At noon, eat pilaf with pine sugar.  Too bad to swear.  It is even more tragic to eat Xinjiang lamb with a strong smell and carrots.  Come out of the store.  The belly sings empty city plan.  Had to picky food on the street.  hey-hey.  Now I am sitting on the stone steps.  He held a corn cob in his left hand.  The right hand is typing.  The action is very funny and weird.  Bird stuff is of course very bird.  Just wait and see in June.  I know that June hurts me.  Even more presumptuous @-@.

    After turning around, I entered a noodle shop.  hoho.  A corn-inspired noodle case.  Oumen ate n more.  There was a mess on the table.

    Lie down on the car to Burqin at night.  We could only sleep in the last row because of ticket sales.  I watched the scenery last night.  I didn't sleep all night.  Will be able to fall asleep quickly tonight.  Tell June.  We are rushing towards the yearning Kanas.  run.  The small county of Burqin.  Kanas Lake.  It must contain the most primitive power of human beings.

    Turn around and look at the car.  hurt.  Can't bear to describe in words.

    From Kanas to Burqin.  After hardships.  The original beauty of Kanas remains in my heart.  Only memories remain.

    remember.  Four hours of exposure in the sun is just to stop a mine car from Burqin to Kanas.  Jia Dengyu's ticket to enter Kanas also escaped with the help of a certain master.  Live in the Kazakh family behind the "Kazania family".  Milk squeezed on site.  After boiling, it is brewed into milk tea.  It was dark at twelve o'clock.  Thought it was extreme daylight.  Tired and lazily squeezed into the yurt.  Meet the tour guide back to Urumqi.  is lobbying.

    June.  Cao also didn't know what he had just written.  Just too tired.  Appeared aesthetic fatigue.  The blue sky is long.  White clouds fluttered.  Cattle and sheep are everywhere.  But that's all.  The Kanas Lake seen from the Guanyu Pavilion did not arouse fierce waves in my heart.??

    It took 80 yuan to find a Samsung hotel in Burqin.  It is said that it is because the price introduced by the tour guide is so low that it cannot be lowered.  Take a good shower.  He leaned back in his chair and continued to write to a certain one.  What can I give June.  A handful of Kanas soil.  Sandstorm mixed with mutton smell.  It is also a rare tropical plant.  Look left and right.  Maybe it's a mood.  Floating in the middle of the mountain.  Silver water Jinshan.

    Wow la la.  Woohoo.  Finished writing the bird.

    It's raining.  Quick collection shirt.  Tang Seng is pinching the cock.  laugh.  -

    Subsequent itinerary: Urumqi => Turpan => Dunhuang => Chengdu home => go to Chongqing for a training class in a week.  5555.

    June.  Cheyenne.

    Grass

    ? On July 20th (remember this website URL: www.hlnovel.com
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