It's a scary place to be, so we left the hotel with a sigh of relief and headed for the grapevine. Hopefully the Grapevine will bring a touch of coolness.
Navigation led us to the entrance gate of Grapevine, where we bought our seventy-yuan tickets in the spacious, empty halls of the new visitor center.
It was indeed a grapevine, true to its name, with a world and sea of grapes as far as the eye could see.
The square door arch made of wood has been extended to the front into a long corridor. Grape vines meandering climbed to the top, green leaves cover the fire like sunlight in Turpan, soon to be ripe grapes a toot and a toot from the wooden frame hanging down, along with the leaves on the ground to form a dappled shade. If you open the car window, you can feel the coolness of the shadows. Xinjiang is just so magical, and the coolness is a stark contrast to the heat.
We walked about two kilometers along the grape gallery to a sightseeing spot. Uighur women wrapped in face scarves gestured to direct the car to stop in the right place.
From the right side of the promenade, we entered another trellised vineyard that was more free-flowing horizontally, filled with full-fruited, watery and attractive bunches of grapes.
Fellow Y could not help but secretly pick a few grape grapes, we back over the Uyghur women, hurriedly stuffed the grapes into their mouths, looking at the ''picking grapes fine of one hundred yuan'' sign, looked at each other and laughed, there is the mischievous joy of stealing forbidden fruit! .
Now that I think about it, Adam and Eve in the beginning is not also have our mood at the moment.
Walking along the shade channel under the grapevine toward the southeast, the sun is already very high, the sun exposure, hot baking hot. In front of the front there is a sunset red tour group, the guide held a horn in one hand, a small red flag in the other hand, to guide the old people to go forward.
We followed the tour group, into the Avanti residence. Two old wooden door, is not a small yard, the right hand is a simple shed, shed sitting under the old man with a long white beard. The guide said, the old man one hundred and three years old, there are willing to take pictures, you can take a picture with the old man, dip a little bit of the old gods of the immortal gas, a picture of twenty dollars.
Out of Avanti's former residence, toward the right front, is the mansion of Master Bayi. Compared with the dilapidated and simple Avanti's home, Master Bayi's mansion is indeed grand. Many colors of carved beams and paintings from the appearance of the poor family's solid color of the earth wall shows a great difference.
When I was a kid, I heard on the radio the story of the poor, kind, but full of wisdom, Avanti, and Master Bayi's battle of wits and courage is still thrown in the memory. The feeling of childhood is so far away, seems to be just a historical legend, or a literary writer to make up for the children's joy puzzle story, the characters naturally do not exist.
The existence of the former residence, so that people understand that the story also has a source, only, the story is still circulating, but has long since disappeared in the story of smart poor and stupid rich people. I think the contrast between the beauty of the old story and the emptiness of the real house makes people feel that the time has flown by, just like a myth.
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Walking through the vertical and horizontal layout of the end of the gallery, in front of the steps, the steps are man-made rockery and fountain waterfall. Most of the tourists stop here, play in the water to take pictures, and the water than lively.
Next to the slope slanting a foot wide tread on the path, winding up along the steep slope. Twelve or thirteen-year-old boy is coming down from the top, wiping the beads of sweat on his red face, and saying to his father below, "It's too hot, it's too hot.
We asked him what was up there. He said, only a 'Flaming Mountain' sign. Is the mountain behind the grapevine part of the legendary Flaming Mountain.
Later from the wigwam left-hand platform side of the gallery in the introduction of the history of the grapevine in the text learned. Grape ditch is the Flaming Mountains in a river ditch, grape cultivation can be traced back to the Eastern Han Dynasty after the sixteen countries period, more than 1,500 years ago.
The confirmation of the Flaming Mountains gave us the desire to go up the mountain. Think about that "Journey to the West", the Monkey King in order to protect the master smoothly forward, three borrowed banana fan fan to extinguish the fire of the Flaming Mountain, that is how magical ah.
And Y wore a hat and a veil, fully armed and meandering along the path up to the halfway point of the mountain.
Looking down, there were groups of tourists under the lush grapevines. Looking up, the surface of the not-so-high hill is a charred, blackened puddle of dirt, bare of any greenery.
The sun was shining in the sky, and there was not a trace of life under the scorching daylight, and the air was steaming with a wandering heat wave near and far. In the sun and shade is a very different feeling, at the moment, the whole body is like being roasted like burning, look around, only Y and I went up to the flaming mountain, traveling friends and other tourists are sitting under the grape arbor has been invisible.
By the time we got to the monument with the "Flaming Mountain" stone, we were already suffocating from the heat, so we hurriedly took a few pictures and went down the mountain. However, in the evening, the companion of friends found me and Y became red-faced Guan Gong, on the Flame Mountain that moment of effort, although we are masked, but also by the heat of the skin burns. The first thing I realized was that the Flaming Mountain is truly famous.
Following the direction of the arrow on the tourist guide board in the grapevine, we walked through the boardwalk with large aspen trees on both sides, and then walked through the small river with swaying reeds, and saw the Wang Luobin Memorial Hall in the depths of the shade. Memorial hall is not very big, not many tourists, inside the main display of Wang Luobin's life pictures. The counter at the entrance sells discs of Wang Luobin's folk songs, as well as books about him.
My earliest memory of Wang Lubin is the song "In That Faraway Place", and then a period of emotion without end between Sanmao and him.
This not-so-obvious memorial is just a humanistic landscape in the whole beautiful scenery of the grapevine. But Wang Luobin in Xinjiang culture is a symbol that can not be ignored.