Dreaming of Kalajun, intoxicated by the Ili River

Dreaming of Kalajun, intoxicated by the Ili River I once heard that Xinjiang is the most beautiful place in the world, and Ili is the most brilliant chapter of this distant place. This time, I went to Kalajun Grassland with infinite longing for the grassland, and went to this grand date with nature. Stepping into Kalajun is like stepping into a green dreamland. The grassland stretches like green waves to the distance, connecting with the low-hanging clouds, as if the heaven and earth are gently embracing here. Walking on the grassland, the breeze blows, the flowers and plants sway gently, and every step seems to be on a soft green carpet, which is the gentlest touch of the earth. When I arrived at the Flower Terrace, the sea of flowers stretching for several kilometers was a gift from nature. Colorful flowers bloom wantonly, and the fragrance lingers on the tip of my nose. I seem to be in Monet's garden, or I seem to have broken into God's palette. Every color is pure and bright, so beautiful that I can't take my eyes off it. Staying overnight in the yurt of Sagagan, when night falls, the stars are bright, as if the light of the universe is pouring down, covering me. In the silence, only the chirping of insects and the sound of the wind are intertwined. I seem to be integrated with the mountains and rivers and the stars, and the troubles of the world are all thrown behind me. The beauty of Kalajun is the vividness that the camera cannot capture, and the shock that words cannot describe. Here, I found a place for my soul to rest, and found the deep desire for freedom and beauty in my soul. This journey is a deep dialogue between me and Kalajun, and it is a dream that will never fade in my life. When I turned away, the wind of the grassland, the fragrance of the sea of flowers, and the light of the stars have all melted into my blood, becoming an eternal treasure in the depths of my memory, unforgettable year after year.