Author: Feng Li

If Lop Nur is purgatory, Kanas is undoubtedly paradise. Both are lakes, but they are two extremes, and * * * exists in the same boundless land, so I always think Xinjiang is a unique place.

you know what? Lop Nur is also a lake, but it has been dry for many years. Sand replaced the lake and finally merged it with Taklimakan Desert. Uighurs warned that "if you go in, don't think about it". I can't count how many lives it swallowed. I just looked at it full of rolling yellow sand, as if I saw rows and rows of tragic starting backs.

People often say that Kanas is a place where you don't want to come out once you get in. It's breathless beautiful here, and it's solemn to be beautiful to the extreme. This is a fairyland on earth, and I was worried that my pronunciation was a little inaccurate, so I read "fairyland" as a "trap".

two places, two sentences, one is intimidation, the other is praise, and there is only one word difference.

Maybe in people's eyes, there is only such a small gap between heaven and hell.

one year, I went to Kanas alone to see the monster. When I passed Zhungeer, I met an old Uighur man riding a donkey.

He regards me as one of his few young friends, and he is always telling strange anecdotes. I think he is undoubtedly just trying to show off his knowledge to an inland young man who comes to travel. I'd like to listen to it. After all, he is very old, with a long gray beard dragging on the desert and the tip of his beard almost rotting.

when we parted, he said that if he had been to Kanas, he must visit Lop Nur. I nodded and asked, "But what's your name, old man?"

"avanti."

I am stupefied.

Kanas is in the best season of the year, just like me.

Its lake is always changing in color. It is gray in May, blue in June, white in July and dark green in August. In the present season, Kanas Lake has become jasper. The vegetation on both sides of the river is gorgeous in color, fiery red, golden yellow, light green and pink orange, surrounded by the lake with sky blue and pure blue, and sometimes brilliant and sometimes soft sunshine, which is a beautiful scenery. At this time, Kanas Lake is a young girl who loves beauty and greed, with colorful tree shadows, bright and clear sunshine and beautiful fallen leaves on the shore, and even the clouds on the horizon, all of which are absorbed in one Wang.

yes, Kanas always gives you the best and the most beautiful. I think Kanas, if he is an adult, must be a Virgo, beautiful, rational, clean, changeable and graceful. It always presents the perfect side to you without stint.

besides, it is beautiful in itself.

Of course, my greatest passion for Kanas Lake is the water monster. I am curious about these natural mysteries. When I arrived at the Tuwa village, I saw a TV reporter doing an interview, which attracted many people to watch.

"Exploration and discovery-going into the unknown will take you into the mysterious Kanas Lake to explore the lake monsters." The host said meaningfully to the camera: "The water monster has existed for many centuries, and many witnesses have seen it, but so far it has not captured a living body, not even a specimen. What kind of mysterious creature is the lake monster?

After that, the microphone and camera were aimed at a middle-aged man dressed by a professor. The man said in a deep voice, "There is an ancient legend that there is a giant snake ..."

Before the words were finished, the host asked, "Are you alluding to the water monster, but are you actually a snake?"

Standing next to me is a Hunan tourist, a girl with a delicate face of Xiangxi style. She smiled and said, "The expert is far away."

"journalists are even more ridiculous."

With her standing beside me, I didn't listen to the discussion about the water monster. So I looked at her phantom side face in the night, and I couldn't guess her mind all the time. It seemed that she was listening to the program very attentively.

We talked a lot and for a long time under the clear starry sky. I don't rule out my lust, but I prefer it as an appreciation.

when we talked about the topic of travel, she said that she would leave with the tour group tomorrow, and I was a little disappointed. Traveling alone has the advantage of doing whatever you want, which is an unbridled act, that is, indulgence of freedom. In this clever girl's mouth, it is called the pursuit of freedom.

"You know, I may belong to the hidden youth."

"Autism? You are very talkative. " She brushed her hair. "Can you go outdoors and be hidden?"

"So I come and go alone, and I don't like being close to people or going to crowded places."

She smiled and said, "How strange!"

"So I think I will live in seclusion when I can't walk."

She asked with some joy, "Like Fan Li and Xi Shi?"

"Li is like that."

"what do you mean?"

"I live in seclusion because I love mountains and rivers. Do you know that benevolent people enjoy Leshan and wise people enjoy water?"

"I don't know." She laughed and said, "This is your future plan?"

"It's good to come to places like Kanas when you live in seclusion."

"Guard here?"

I waved my hand and said, "Just enjoying Kanas."

"I'm afraid you're not allowed in by the Tourism Bureau." She said: "And it seems so meaningless, just do something while enjoying it."

"well-"to be honest, I don't quite understand her.

It seems a terrible idea for young people to want to live in seclusion. They are suspected of enjoying themselves and exposing their personality defects. I don't care. I only respect my temper.

When I first came to Kanas, the most pleasant thing was to know her friend. Although it was a stranger and a short meeting, it was a bit of a brief encounter, and no one even knew her last name. The next day, I never saw her again.

a little regret.

Kanas is really a trap, a beautiful trap, which always makes me forget a lot of unpleasantness and concentrate on appreciating its posture. However, I still can't guess it, because there is still another soul hidden in its soul. Of course, I'm here, and I have nothing to do but travel. I should always do something like the girl said. So, I began to be as headstrong and straightforward as a child, insisting on uncovering the secret of the monster by myself. As a result, I got lost on the way the first day, and was expelled by the ranger the next day. On the third day, I stopped talking and gave up my plan.

I will dress myself up like a scientist to observe the lake area, or like a craftsman, make a net, and then scatter it in the lake, and all I get is some water.

If the monster can give me a dream, I will do something to amuse myself like a naive child.

When I left Kanas, I didn't see the monster either, but I didn't have the same regret as when the girl left. On the bus leaving Xinjiang, I always felt that this trip was not as unexpected and dramatic as I expected, but rather sad and pale. I remembered the words of the old man Afandi.

I called a Uighur female guide in Kaldayi, and walked in the desert with the domestic two-humped camel all morning. Finally, she said, Lop Nur is ahead. I squinted at the Gobi Desert exposed to strong sunlight and asked, "Where is Lop Nur written?"

"here it is." She pointed to a collapsed Hu Yangmu and spoke Mandarin in Northwest China. "Those who have not died for a thousand years are all dead, and that's it."

really? I jumped off the camel and looked around, lifeless, except gravel, gravel, gravel. Just want to go forward, she pulled back.

she said: this is a hell on earth! If you go in, don't come out!

"what do you mean?"

"No one has ever come out, only the mummies blown out by the storm."

I don't want to move forward either, but I still wonder, will I be the first person to create a miracle? The spirit of adventure is good, and it is also good to say to yourself that "every day is an adventure", but after all, I am only a mortal, so I can't create any legends, just to coax myself.

Standing on the outer edge of Lop Nur for a long time didn't make me feel that I was enjoying the scenery, but I was suffering. The old sweat just dried, and my skin and hair clung tightly to my clothes. The new sweat gushed out from my pores, and I saw that it was going to be drained by the scorching sun. I don't want to come again.

At the same time, I miss Kanas. I think I am more suitable for wet places.

At this moment, she said, "This is also a lake, and it is the largest in the northwest. In 1965, the whole lake dried up."

I'm surprised. It seems that there have been beautiful scenery like Kanas here, but it's a real pity because of the climate and various human factors.

I'm imagining its past, but a piece of yellow sand reminds people of the lake, which is very strange.

gradually, the distance between hell and heaven is getting closer and closer, and it's hard to see the difference.

Close enough for me to see Kanas' future.

When I got on the train, the green hills in Xinjiang drifted away from me, and I could never touch them again. When we arrived at the boundary of Gansu, there was another amorous feelings outside the window. You know, beautiful things are easy to make people relax their vigilance. There is no boundary between beauty and ugliness, luxury and barrenness. For example, the water monster in Kanas Lake, some people think it is a beast, some people say it is a snail, and the same is true for travel and stability.

I think I should not only remember Kanas, but also cherish it. And regard cherish and vigilance as the biggest gain of this trip. The only thing I didn't expect was to realize the beauty of Kanas in Lop Nur, a place that was originally different from it.

So I always say that Xinjiang is a unique place.

it's time to "do something". In addition to writing a long mystery novel about Kanas Monster, write a strange prose with some effect, and it should be a little novel. As a small travel note, it will not be meaningless.

these years, it's like a gust of wind, blowing here and there, and I can't stop for a moment, although even the life I yearn for, my family doesn't agree with it. But I'm a wild crane in the clouds. If I don't care, I think I'm willing to be a misty wind and will eventually stay in Kanas, which may be pleasant.

2 Yu Huidi

North of the North City

I started from the southernmost part of the motherland, and journey to the south fled to the north of the North City.

-Inscription

Under the influence of the mixed aroma of kapok, litchi and bauhinia, Beicheng is gradually getting sleepy.

In the past, people in the North City only knew that the small town they lived in for generations was in the north of H City and on the north bank of the lower reaches of Dongjiang River, so they named it "North City". Later, people in the North City finally knew that the North City was located in Guangdong Province in the southeast of the motherland and belonged to H City in the southeast of Guangdong Province, which was equivalent to the southernmost tip of the country. However, this name has been used for a long time, so Beicheng has always been called Beicheng.

North City is located in the northeast of Pearl River Delta, northwest of H City, looking at Dongguan in the south, adjacent to Hong Kong and Macao, and close to Guangzhou, Hong Kong and Shenzhen. In principle, such a geographical location is very conducive to development, but the northern city is a little lazy and a little tired. Seeing this, Shenzhen and Dongguan, neighbors, began to carry out reforms in full swing more than 3 years ago, and now their economies are all in full swing. Beicheng is still lazily turning over, scratching and continuing to bask in its sun.

My home is in a residential area near Dongjiang. The same houses, almost the same bauhinia, and large monotonous open spaces form an ordinary community. There has been no accident in the community for more than ten years, and it is calm.

On that ordinary Friday afternoon, I came home from school in running all the way, left my schoolbag on the floor and rushed to the balcony door. Oncidium always spends half an hour after work to take care of her chlorophytum. Pots of bluegrass hung over the balcony, with slender and beautiful leaves, a line of goose yellow in the light green, and a semicircle arc, which swayed when the wind blew.

Oncidium watered Chlorophytum as usual. She held the kettle with her fingers and tilted it slightly, and the water flowed into the flowerpot in small streams. I stared at her in silence. Her head was hidden among more than a dozen pots of chlorophytum. I only saw a dark eye flashing in the light green and goose yellow, and then a gentle curse: "strangle your black eyes, staring like a dead man."

I sucked my nose loudly and tried to make my eyes look less watery. Those tears seem to roll down one after another if you are not careful. "Where is Xiao Qi?" I asked.

"Look at your dead appearance, what a little girl, what a dead man." Oncidium continued to speak viciously.

I made great efforts to dye my voice less trembling. "I mean, where is Mo Qixin?"

"died outside." She continued to keep a straight face and defeated my anxiety with indifference as always. I clearly heard my voice soften and asked piteously in a timid and fearful voice, "Mom, can you please tell me where Mo Qixin went?"

"beg me? Are you begging me, you dead girl? Begging me for a shameless dead man? " Oncidium knuckles white holding a pot of chlorophytum. She shook so much that so many delicate leaves trembled with her. With a bang, a bomb grazed my left ear and exploded. Ceramics and clay fell all over me, and several slender leaves hung comically on my shoulders. I grabbed my schoolbag and rushed back to my room, slamming the door, leaning against the corner, burying my head in my knees and crying quietly.

I have never been so eager to escape from the north city and this nightmare.

When I was young, I realized how different Wen Xinlan's way of speaking was, and I couldn't help but notice that most people in the northern city also had the same habits as her. They attach great importance to the word "death" when they speak, adding the word "death" before nouns, verbs and objects, and they will unceremoniously give the word "death" wherever this decoration can be added. For example, just because of such a trivial matter as "coming home late", Wen Xinlan can also scold me in an extremely heroic way: "Dead girl, you don't need your dead eyes to see what time it is. Tell me honestly where you have been, and you didn't know to go home so late? Live too comfortably and want to die, right? Next time you come back to see me so late, I won't beat you to death! " <