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Chapter 66 Salt Lake

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    The roads in Xinjiang are really easy to drive, spacious and flat, and many places are straight with no end in sight.

    Not long after leaving Urumqi, thousands of huge snow-white windmills are lined up on both sides of the road, extending to the river beach in the distant valley.

    The speed of the windmills is not fast, and some will stop occasionally.  After watching it for a long time, I feel like a lot of leisurely thoughts, sometimes jubilant and lively, sometimes just in a daze.

    When seeing the same snow-white river surface, I thought it was an illusion that the sun was too dazzling.  When I got closer, I realized that it really looked like this, the whole piece of silver and white, like a snow-covered river.

    Salt Lake.

    Daiqing mountain, light ocher gravel river beach, clumps of light smoke and sparse trees, and flowers like tamarisk willows.

    A willow with smoke, blowing the ground and shaking the wind for a long time.

    The beautiful woman couldn't bear to fold, and returned her hand in a sense of loss.

    The language of flowers seems to be atonement and repentance, asking for forgiveness.  Facing the raging wind and sand all day long, the roots are more than ten meters deep in saline-alkali sand and gravel.  What a mistake, waiting for redemption like this.

    There is no road beside the salt lake passing by, and I can only look from a distance after turning over a few mounds, standing beside the tamarisk.

    There are herds of wild horses on the river beach in the distance, and eagles hovering in the sky above.  The sound of the eagle chirping was unexpectedly pleasant, clear and far away, as if there were no common ideas in the world.

    I didn't go to the salt lake that is known as the Internet celebrity, which is comparable to the tea card. The so-called check-in place, there are too many people, and I always feel that the taste has changed.

    Such an uninhabited area, as if deserted, should be the original appearance.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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