Wo Muchen talked about it.

It is my strong desire to go to Xinjiang for a walk in the past two years. Finally, I had a time gap in August, so I reported an outdoor nine-day photography group on the Internet.

I booked a plane ticket early, so I found my roommate who lived in my room for nine days. I am very happy to get along with a Shanghai girl, Li. The two added WeChat, and they were already very close before they met.

On the afternoon of 20th, 23 teammates from different cities gathered in Urumqi. In the hotel, I met Sister Li, a beautiful, gentle, refreshing and fast Shanghai woman without any "work" faction. With the communication before meeting, we are not strangers at all and are as happy as old friends.

The route of this trip is northern Xinjiang, mainly Altay region. I visited ghost towns, Baihaba and Kanas three days ago. For the first time, I experienced the vast and desolate original scenery of Xinjiang. The fourth day came to the legendary "private domain of God"-harmony.

The car has just entered Harmony Village, and there are wooden inns and shops on both sides of the road. I feel a little disappointed. It feels too commercial, not as primitive and quiet as imagined. Cars move on, and there are fewer and fewer shops. Fairy-tale cabins are scattered on the grass slope. From time to time, I see Ma Niu eating grass with his head down. The quiet pastoral scenery suddenly improved my mood and greedily searched for this fairyland on earth.

Our hotel is next to a birch forest. Because the first time I saw the birch forest, I was excited and fresh. I put down my luggage and walked into the forest eagerly. Sister Li went shopping with some teammates. Half an hour later, Li Jie called and said that she had found a better inn with a bathroom, which was very emotional. The temperature difference between morning and evening is relatively large, so it is really a problem to get up at night without a bathroom. Several other teammates also want to live there. I readily agreed, and then continued to enjoy and take photos alone in the birch forest.

After sunset, I reluctantly left the birch forest and went to the inn arranged by Sister Li. As soon as I entered the yard, a colorful Gesang flower came into view. Pink and purple flowers are smiling. I jumped with excitement. I didn't expect to see Gesanghua here. I saw many Gesang flowers in Tibet the year before last. I always feel that Ge Sang's flowers are only available in Tibet.

There are always four rooms in the inn. There are nine of us. Besides Li Jie and I share a room, there are three other families with only three rooms. Therefore, in this small courtyard, we are like a temporary big family. Everyone takes care of each other and smiles happily.

Introduce our family members:

Big Brother Beijing: Sixty years old, tall and stalwart, elegant, gentle and handsome. I can imagine being handsome and handsome when I was young. Working in the State Council.

Beijing elder sister: Beijing eldest brother's wife, 59 years old, has elegant makeup, slim figure, lively speech and strong affinity. A beauty. Work for CCTV.

Sister Li in Shanghai: 48 years old, white and dignified, kind-looking, quick-witted, calm and generous. Department head of the company.

Cai Ma of Shenzhen (later we called Cai Dao): She is in her forties, small and beautiful, soft-spoken, gentle and full of literary flavor, and her occupation is unknown.

Cai Ma's son, Cai Xiao, is thirteen years old. He is mature, humorous, loves thinking and has strong learning ability. Middle school students at school.

Shenzhen Duan Gongzi, in his thirties, is bookish, gentle and considerate, and loves sports. White collar workers in the company

Xiao Yang, Shenzhen: Mrs. Duan Gongzi, in her thirties, is slender, modest and restrained, gentle and drizzling. White collar workers in the company

Shenzhen section: the son of Duan Gongzi, nine years old, smart and sensible, lively and cheerful. Match a photo exactly like him (vivid David when he was young). Pupils.

Me: Henan native, an ordinary middle-aged man, who loves traveling and code words.

Nine people come from different cities, different ages and different living backgrounds, but because of the same purpose-tourism, everyone is destined to get together. Because this inn is called "Harmony Family", nine of us built a group, and Cai Ma named it "Harmony Family". Everyone cheered in unison and felt very homely.

The innkeeper is a young Hui man named Ma, with a big figure and heavy eyebrows. He is a good cook and very enthusiastic. We decided to eat and stay at Mark's house for two days.

For dinner, Mark cooked six special dishes and vegetarian dishes, and heated a pot of fragrant milk tea. We praised Mark's cooking while enjoying the delicious food, but he just smiled shyly and said nothing.

After dinner, everyone chatted, read books and drank tea in the living room of the inn until twelve o'clock. Mark enthusiastically told everyone that it takes about 40 minutes to watch the sunrise in the morning and walk to the observation deck in the middle of the mountain. If you don't want to walk, you can ride a horse, and 20 minutes is enough. The sunrise time is about seven forty. I also remind you to dress warmly enough. The temperature in the morning is only about 1 degree. We thanked them and everyone went back to their rooms to have a rest.

At seven o'clock the next morning, the crow of the rooster woke me up, opened the curtain, and it was dawn. After getting up from the warm bed, I quickly washed and whispered to Sister Li. She said she was a little tired. So I put my camera on my back, took my mobile phone and hurried out. There are not many pedestrians on the road, and some are carrying professional cameras with long guns and short guns, and they are in a hurry for fear that the sunrise time will be wrong.

After crossing the Harmony River on the edge of the village, I reached the foot of the mountain. Several Kazakh grooms are leading horses to drum up business. I decided to go up the hill by bike because I was worried about the tight time. I paid the groom fifty yuan. He helped me get on the horse, told me to sit down and hold it well, patted the horse's ass, and the horse went up the hill by itself. I'm scared, but I'm worried about the sound. I turned around and asked the groom softly, don't you lead a horse? The groom smiled cunningly: Nothing. A horse knows the way. It will send you up. After getting up, tie the horse to a stake. I felt uneasy and asked the horse to drive me to the mountain. Along the way, I was alone with a horse, and there was silence all around, only the slow hooves and the rough gasps of the horse. I'm so nervous that I can't even cough.

After more than ten minutes, the horse came to a flat grassland and saw tourists. Hanging heart finally put down. The horse stopped at a stake. I got off the horse carefully. When I tied the horse, I patted it on the forehead: Your business is so skilled! Thank you very much

The east is getting brighter and brighter, and the sun is coming out soon. The photographer waiting for the sunrise early is ready, standing by the tripod, rubbing his hands and stamping his feet. The grass was covered with frost, and I suddenly realized that it was so cold. I only blame myself for underestimating the weather in Xinjiang and not bringing too thick clothes. I have put on everything I should wear, even my pajamas, and I am still very chilling.

On the edge of the grassland, Harmony Village has a panoramic view, and I am not only amazed: Wonderland! Wonderland! What a wonderful world! How beautiful! That's a fairy!

The cabins spread out like building blocks. There is a light blue fog belt floating over the village, and the smoke slowly dissipates. The sun rises slowly and shines on the roof of Banpo, half bright and half dark, and you can see Ma Niu grazing on the grass. The river winds along the village, and the forest around the village is dense and lush, forming a natural protective barrier. I am amazed at the ingenuity of nature and deeply impressed by the beauty of peace and tranquility he has given the world.

The hand pressing the shutter is freezing to death, but it is still pressing down mechanically, not twice, not twice, not three times, for fear of missing this wonderful moment. The tourists around are very quiet, except for the sound of the fast door.

When the sun rises higher, the whole village is bathed in warm sunshine, the light blue mist gradually dissipates, the wooden house becomes clearer and clearer, and the cows call in the distance. Occasionally, a child's laughter disturbed the dream of the village, and the village gradually woke up and became lively. The Tuva people's day began slowly in this peaceful and beautiful atmosphere.

Tourists are full of eyes, gradually exulting and descending the mountain in twos and threes. I seem to be looking at the other side of the grass. A wooden house is lonely in the distance, and I can't help walking towards it. The frost was wet and bright after the kiss of the sun, and the ankle-high grass wet my shoes and trouser legs. I walked gently on it, and an unprecedented sense of happiness rippled in my heart.

The wooden house is getting closer and closer, and you can already see the clothes drying on the wooden fence and the haystacks of livestock for the winter. I approached carefully and found that the wooden house was locked, and the clothes to be dried had been weathered and worn out. I guess the family may have moved to another ranch and haven't returned it yet. When you leave in a hurry, you may forget to get your clothes back. Further inside, there is a wooden house with the same haystack in the yard. I don't know whose cow is lying or standing on the grass, looking at me as an uninvited guest, calling Cleisthenes warily. I knew I had disturbed them, so I turned back.

It's already nine o'clock. Sister Li called and said that everyone was waiting for me to eat. I quickened my pace.

Back to the inn, everyone has served. Sorry for the delay. I'm sorry, everyone said that I had the credit and eagerly let me share the beautiful sunrise. We just talked about the sunrise over dinner.

After breakfast, Mark suggested that we go to Harmony Canyon and come back for lunch at two o'clock. Considering that the intensity is not very great, everyone will light it without extra items.

Through a birch forest, I climbed a hill with a large grassland. Many women are very lively, and everyone is clamoring to take pictures, so five women pose and take pictures crazily. Four people watched from a distance. At this time, Cai Ma suggested that everyone take a photo of Zhang Fei. Beijing's eldest brother praised Cai Ma for her creativity and directing ability, and called her "Director Cai", so everyone cheered "Director Cai, Director Cai". Cai Ma has a nickname since then. Next, under the guidance of "Cai Dao", everyone took turns to perform "Fly Up". Performers are absorbed in the performance, the audience acts as photographers, comparing or respecting, and they focus on professionals. Sister Beijing took off her silk scarf, danced and flew. At the age of 59, she is as light as a swallow and graceful.

After the performance, everyone was ready to move on, but the eldest brother Beijing and Duan disappeared. Duan Gongzi said that the two children really don't want to be "crazy" with our women, so they had to go first. Big brother is not at ease with his children. We asked Duan Gongzi why he didn't leave, and Duan Gongzi enthusiastically said that once you miss need help, you can't leave men around you. What a sweet warm man! We looked at Xiao Yang and said sincerely: Xiao Yang, you really married the right person! Xiao Yang looked at her husband with a happy face and some embarrassment.

Then a group of people continued to joke, and along the way, "Director Cai" directed another group of films, which was really good. Everyone is holding dandelions in front of the sun. It's warm and beautiful.

After a long walk, we climbed over a hill, but we didn't find a canyon. Everyone suspected that we were going the wrong way. I called brother Beijing and they said they would wait for us by the river. Xiao Duan added that there are three big stones near the grass and a fork road leads to the river. We recalled that we had seen the three stones together, only to find that we had come a long way. Xiao Duan was a careful boy and remembered the route. Everyone began to return, thanking the good man Duan Gongzi for leading us through the steep and slippery road. Finally I found my eldest brother and two children in Beijing. Unconsciously, it was past one o'clock in the afternoon, and we didn't find the canyon, but we enjoyed the beautiful scenery on both sides of the river. Nine people went down the river and went home.

When he returned to the inn at 2: 30, Mark had already prepared a sumptuous lunch and deliberately slaughtered a native chicken that had been raised for several years. We have been hungry for a long time, and filling our stomachs is the first priority now. Everybody concentrate on treating the stomach. No one spoke.

After eating and drinking enough, I immediately resumed the lively atmosphere and chattered about the scene of taking pictures in the morning. At this time, my son took out his mobile phone and showed everyone a photo. Everyone exclaimed, it was so thoughtful that he took a panoramic picture of us in the distance. We are taking pictures of the performer, and he is taking pictures of us, but we have no idea. How interesting! Too precious!

In the afternoon, everyone was very tired and decided to rest in the inn. Some of them read books, some sleep, and some lie in rocking chairs on the terrace, staring blankly in the sun. It is rare to have such a leisurely and peaceful time, and I really experienced a fairy-like day.

At nine o'clock on the third morning, our whole group gathered for the next stop. While waiting for the bus, I couldn't help but take out my mobile phone and finally took some photos of this fabulous village.

Reluctantly bid farewell to harmony, I said to myself in my heart, I will definitely come back, wooden house, birch forest, meadow, pasture ... in your gorgeous golden autumn, in your snowy winter, in your early spring, I will stand at the entrance of the village and look at you affectionately! Harmony, wait for me!

In the next few days, we went one after another: Lake Ulungu, Coco Suri, Coco Tuohai and Colorful City, with different geographical features and different visual feasts.

Desolate Gobi Desert, endless desert grassland, fat Mazhuang, white felt house, beautiful northern Xinjiang, colorful Altay, comfortable and quiet fairyland on earth-Harmony, you must come!