On the afternoon of the first day we arrived in Urumqi, local friends took us to visit the International Grand Bazaar and entertained us very grandly in the evening. We tasted various specialties: roasted lamb, milk tea, yogurt, fried buns, dumplings, noodles.

Soup, mutton noodles... too many to remember, of course mutton is the most popular.

In my opinion, the most delicious fruits are all kinds of fruits: cantaloupe, watermelon, grapes, etc. The fruits in Xinjiang are really sweet, especially the horse milk grapes, small yellow-green grapes, which are as transparent as pearls. They taste sweet but not sweet in your mouth.

It's sour, sweet and greasy, and you don't have to spit out the grapes.

The more we ate, the more we loved it. No matter how much we ate, we couldn't get enough, and no matter how much we ate, our stomachs wouldn't bloat, but in the end we couldn't eat anymore.

Especially the five of us ladies, faced with a table full of delicious food, we didn’t even want to take a bite. Besides, we were very reserved and reserved when we were sitting there.

In order to go to the bathroom, we left the banquet one by one.

Following the corridor built with grapevines, we happened upon a Uyghur wedding.

The first thing I noticed was that in the men's banquet, there were two or three tables of young Uyghur guys, sitting around the banquet table under the big tree, eating and chatting. There were also two people holding musical instruments, playing and singing.

There was no dancing at first, just singing along to the beat.

We ladies were very curious and looked at these young guys, all of them handsome in white shirts, green trousers and black leather shoes.

We couldn't help but take out our phones and take pictures of them.

When these young men saw us taking photos, they did not stop them. Instead, they became more enthusiastic and excited. Some of them stood up, jumped, and danced. We were also inspired by their lively enthusiasm and stood on the roadside to admire them.

Get up and start recording!

The young men danced all Uighur dances, with their skillful steps, funny expressions, and polite beginning and end.

Catching our attention, we watched one song after another until the boys got tired of dancing and stopped dancing.

The female wedding guests sat at the banquet some distance away from the male guests. Compared to the liveliness of the young male guests, the young female guests and the bride seemed relatively quiet and reserved.

But all of them are dressed extremely beautifully, with long skirts, stilettos, and their hair is pulled up, loose, curly, or straight.

Wearing heavy makeup, even without makeup, these Uyghur girls are particularly good-looking, with high nose bridges, deep eye sockets, long eyelashes, and slender legs.

Even we ladies were enchanted by their beauty, and we stood looking at them one after another.

I heard from local friends that Uyghur weddings are always held in the evening, and the guests attending the dinner specially put on beautiful evening dresses. Look at this female guest, how stunning she is in her red makeup.

In order to appreciate the beautiful guests, we simply sat on the chairs next to the wedding banquet corridor. Indeed, every guest, especially the female guests, all wore elaborate facial makeup and wore long skirts. We

A few of them really seemed to be admiring the female stars.

Not only the young female guests are beautifully dressed, but even the older female guests are also wearing colorful makeup and costumes, which dazzle our eyes.

At 8 o'clock in the evening, the male guests gathered around the groom, played and played, and came to the ladies' table to greet the bride. In fact, 8 o'clock is equivalent to 6 o'clock here, and the sun has not set yet!

When the groom was marrying the bride, the female guests only blocked the groom with a red rope. The playful male guests were beating the beat and shouting slogans. After a while, the groom walked into the dinner hall with the bride on his arm.

In the banquet hall, the guests also received gifts ranging from 300 yuan to 400 yuan. We didn't have the gifts, so of course we didn't dare to sit down.

We reluctantly left the party and returned to our own restaurant.

Sitting at our own dining table, we always keep in mind the program in the wedding banquet hall. Are we dancing again?

Are you singing again?

Local friends said that this was not even the grandest and most lively wedding. If the family was richer, the wedding banquet would be even more grand and lively.

After some time, we were sitting at our banquet and seemed to hear singing. Ms. Guo couldn't help but be curious and ran to the wedding banquet hall first. The remaining four of us couldn't help the temptation of the singing and finally ran to the wedding banquet hall.

When I entered the hall, I was so envious that there was a ballroom dance at the wedding banquet.

Men hold women's arms, and women hold women's arms, dancing gracefully to the rhythm of Uyghur songs and under the interlacing lights.

We admire, are curious, and envy.

One song ends and another dance begins.

It was around 10 o'clock when we were called back by our man.