Walking along the sidewalk, there are strange scenery and dazzling surprises everywhere. After passing through the dense forest, the eyes suddenly opened up, and a lake came into view. The water and

Walking along the sidewalk, there are strange scenery and dazzling surprises everywhere. After passing through the dense forest, the eyes suddenly opened up, and a lake came into view. The water and the sky met, and the blue light in the eyes made the tourists' hearts surge. A column of drinking smoke rises from the sky above two or three bungalows, reminding people of the poem "The solitary smoke is straight over the big sand"; an iron-shelled boat is parked by the lake, swaying with the water, and more than a dozen ducks are blocking the way of tourists. He said, showing an attitude of being calm and taking charge of my territory. Raising their hands to catch up, they all left the shore and swam toward the center of the lake. Everything was quiet and harmonious. Occasionally, a few chirps added infinite vitality to the lake in the afternoon. Then the water swayed, the grass moved, and a gust of wind passed by. The leaves were falling one after another. When I pressed the shutter of the camera, I felt infinite emotion in my heart.

Walking around the lake shore, we climbed up the sand dunes together. Under our feet was the soft cotton sand, beside us were the rustling Populus euphratica, and above our heads was the clear blue sky; the trees in the distance and the cotton fields nearby , the tranquil lake under the sand dunes, and the tourists in twos and threes among the poplar trees complement each other. Climbing the five-story observation tower, you can have a panoramic view of the thousand-acre Populus euphratica forest. The stacked tree peaks are like the sunset on the horizon burning into the distance. In the farther direction, the white poplar and blue poplar have begun to bear fruit. The windbreak belt divides the barren desert into a neat grid shape, extending in all directions.

Although it is late autumn, this place is full of vitality and gives people the desire to let their dreams fly. It is like the poem written by the poet, more like the song in the heart of the singer, but to us it is a true and beautiful picture. The eyes are not enough, and the heart cannot remember it, so we can only use the camera to keep taking pictures. The momentary picture of the angle serves as a permanent memory.

On the way back, everyone was still talking about what they saw and heard, and I remembered the slogan "There is only a desolate desert, not a desolate life" on the sign on the roadside. Yes, the desert is desolate, but with man's determination to conquer nature and bold and innovative scientific transformation methods, the desert will also show a colorful side. Faced with such a scene, you can still say that the desert is desolate , so I actually had my own idea: "Life is not desolate, but the desert is also colorful."

In fact, this is not a rhetoric, but a real fact. If you don't believe it, if your friend comes when As a guest in Xinjiang, I will definitely accompany you as your guide to experience the soul-stunning color of the colorful desert again.