我不知多少次听过《我们新疆好地方》这首歌，除了聊以娱乐或消遣外 ，从未把歌词中的那个好字当回事。孩提时，我就熟读过渭城朝雨邑轻尘，客舍青青柳色新 ，劝君更饮一杯酒，西出阳关无故人的诗句，知道西出阳关后 ，面对的是漫无边际的沙漠、戈壁滩，前程茫茫，罕有人迹 。长大后 ，也常听人说新疆怎么怎么荒芜，如何如何贫瘠。因此，在我的脑海里 ，始终烙有新疆是个空旷、苍凉地方的印迹。
随着滚滚向前的车轮，我贴着车窗 ，目不转睛地注视着匆匆闪过的一景一物，试图从中寻觅想象中曾经拥有的那些画面。遗憾的是，一次次期待等来的却是一次次失望。而那些成片成片的绿油油的麦苗 ，开着黄橙橙花的向日葵，却接连不断地不时迎面而来，瞬间远去 。远处那些并不算高的山 ，虽有云雾笼罩，但也依稀能看出它那苍翠的轮廓。面对眼前的景色，我不由对自己此刻所处的地方产生了怀疑：这是新疆吗？
行走在新疆的土地上 ，或在沙漠戈壁边漫步，在草原森林间徜徉，或到农家的小屋串门 ，进牧民的毡包猎奇，所到之处，总觉得时空在不断飞速地置换，色彩在不断地变幻 ，有时彷佛在观看一部电影，有时彷佛自己也在电影中，成了其中的一个片段 ，一个画面。不变的是那份陌生和新鲜感，它紧紧地缠绕着我，牵引着我在不知不觉间去品味那种独特的风情 ，去咀嚼那种懾人心魄的的神奇，去欣赏那份自然而朴质的美丽
站在吐鲁番的街道上，举目四顾 ，无论是马路，还是民居都在绿树掩映之下，一片郁郁葱葱的景象 ，使你不得不对这块戈壁环绕中的绿洲啧啧称奇 。
吐鲁番是全国地势最低的地方，约一半面积低于海平面，最低的地方低于海平面一百五十四米。如果从东海之滨挖一条水渠通过来，那么 ，大半个吐鲁番都将成为泽国。又是全国气温最高最热的地方，七月份平均气温达摄氏四十七度，极端最高气温达摄氏四十九点六度 ，而在像火焰山这样的局部地区，七 、八月份地表温度达到七八十度也是正常的事 。难怪唐代诗人岑参不得不感慨：飞鸟千里不敢来。
吐鲁番之所以成为绿洲，恐怕主要得益于坎儿井。坎儿井是地下暗水渠道 ，它可以有效地保持水分，不因高温而蒸发，并使水按照人们的意愿流出地面 ，灌溉农田。吐鲁番的坎儿井有近千条，总长度达五千公里，接近黄河的长度 ，是国内最长的地下水道，与长城、运河并称为我国古代三大人造工程 。从坎儿井流出的水，滋润了大地，孕育了一片片绿色 ，也使身处酷热环境中的人们得以安息生养。
吐鲁番的天最热，而吐鲁番的葡萄却最甜，最著名。随着《吐鲁番的葡萄熟了》这首歌的流行 ，葡萄，几乎成了吐鲁番的代名词 。走近葡萄沟，映入眼帘的是层层叠叠的葡萄田 ，和一排排如碉楼似的，用于凉制葡萄干的阴房。走进葡萄田，二三米高的葡萄架上 ，藤蔓交织，绿叶重叠，遮天蔽日。一串串青涩的葡萄 ，像玉珠似的垂挂着，在微风中轻轻晃动 。地面，小水渠密布如网，淙淙的水声不绝于耳。置身其间 ，既无骄阳灼人，热浪扑面的讨厌，也无人声鼎沸 ，噪杂难忍的烦恼，不免有游览于世外桃源的感觉，使人流连忘返 ，愉悦而不思归。
在平原上，湖泊一般都处于地势低洼的地方，而在新疆这一常识性的概念却被颠覆了 。湖泊在高处 ，在山峦之间。在天山的峰峦高处，冰峰雪岭的环抱中，就有许多天然湖。其中 ，最著名要数天池了 。
天池，地处天山博格达峰北侧，古称瑶池，因神话传说周穆王与王母娘娘在湖畔欢筵对歌 ，留下千古佳话而得名。到了清代，乌鲁木齐都统明亮题《灵山天池统凿水渠碑记》，见神池浩渺 ，如天镜浮空，遂称天池，沿用至今。天池湖面海拔高度为一千九百十米 ，面积达四点九平方公里，像是哪个巧夺天工的能匠在云峰间砌就的一个巨大的水池。
面对天池，犹如面对一幅巨大的油画 。这画里 ，蓝是主色调，湖是蓝的，天是蓝的。湖水平静而清澈 ，满山的云杉倒映在湖里，把湖底铺盖成一片深蓝，勾勒成了一池浓墨沉砚底，万木长豪挺笔端的壮美意境。迎面山峰边残存的一片白雪 ，倒映在湖里，随着湖水的荡漾，宛如浣纱姑娘手中的白绸 ，在水间轻轻漂浮 。一朵朵白云飘过，映在湖里，又如同一群群绵羊在缓缓行进。
驻足湖畔 ，眼看着湖光山色，耳听着细细涛声，人也仿佛被融进了这秀丽的自然之中 ，成了蓝色世界的一部分。沉醉之余，不能不使人对高山出平湖的景象感慨，不能不使人为这片神秘而绮丽的土地送上真诚的赞美之词 。
比起天池的名声来 ，禾木要逊色得多。而它，却也是新疆大地上的一颗奇特的明珠。走进禾木，我仿佛走进了幻影中 。这是在边陲之地，僻壤之处 ，映入眼帘的却是田园牧歌似的风光，这让人多少有点突兀，有点惊奇。
禾木位于新疆北部布尔津县境内 ，靠近蒙古，俄罗斯边境，是一个以蒙古族、哈萨克族和图瓦族人为主 ，有着几百户人家的小村落。它坐落在一片被四面群山环绕的谷地上，站在高处远远看去，它就像停靠无数小船的一个绿色港湾 。走近村落 ，一座座用原木搭建成的小木屋散落在空旷的土地上，一排排木板围起了一个个绿茵茵的院落，使人不由地想起童话中的某个场景 ，似乎有似曾相识的感觉。一条小河从村边流过，水流清澈，水声哗哗。河的两岸是成片的白桦树林，苍翠而幽深 ，微风吹来，树枝摇曳，树叶沙沙作响。不远处的草地上 ，那些马儿 、牛儿、羊儿随意散开着，悠悠地吃着草，不时仰起脖子拉开喉咙美美地吼叫一阵 ，不时地甩动着尾巴
站在禾木的土地上，在举目环顾的瞬间，我仿佛陷入了山水田园诗的意境里 。我感觉 ，那些久久盘旋在脑海里的暧暧远人村，依依墟里烟，采菊东篱下 ，悠然见南山的诗句，在时空的演绎中，在此刻找到新的落脚点，并越发新鲜和更具风味。我想 ，如果陶渊明先生能有再生之日，一定会不辞旅途劳顿，欣然前来 ，再续他的《桃花源记》。
行走在新疆的土地上，读着长满神秘的山山水水，读着奇特绮丽的风光 ，我的心似乎一直跳动在诗的柔美里，画的色彩里，而那首《我们新疆好地方》的歌 ，似乎也一直伴随我的匆匆行进
I don't know how many times, I have heard the song of "Good Place of Xinjiang". In addition to talking about entertainment or recreational, I have never taken the good word in the lyrics. When childrens, I was familiar with the rain, the rain, the rain of the rain, the guesthouse, Qing Qingliu, advised to drink a glass of wine, west, Yangguan's no-human poem, know that the West is in the Yangguan, the face is not marginal Desert, Gobi Beach, in the future, rare people. After growing up, I often listen to people say how it is ridiculous in Xinjiang. How to be barren. Therefore, in my mind, Xinjiang is always blotted in Xinjiang.
In July last year, I am fortunate to go on the land of Xinjiang, I entered this world full of mysterious colors.
As the wheel rolling wheel, I posted the window, and I watched the way with the hurriedly flashed, trying to find those pictures that I have already owned in the imagination. Unfortunately, it is disappointed at a time, and it is disappointed. The seedlings of the green oil of the tablets are filled with yellow orange, but they will continue to come from time to time. Those in the distance is not a high mountain, although there is a cloud, but also you can see its green outline. In the face of the scenery in front of you, I can't help but have doubts about the place where I am at this moment: Is this Xinjiang?
Walking on the land of Xinjiang, or walks on the desert Gobi, in the grassland forest, or the house of the farmer's huts, enter the herdsman's felt package, what is all, always feel that time and space is constantly Rapid replacement, color is constantly changing, sometimes as if watching a movie, sometimes it seems to be in the movie, a fragment of it, a picture. The constant is a strange and freshness. It is tightly entangled, tracing me, I don't know how to taste the unique style, go chew the magic of the kindness, and enjoy that. Natural and simple beauty
On the streets of Turpan, all the eyes, whether it is the road, or the people are covered with a green tree, a lush scene, so that you have to surround this Gobi Oasis is amazed.
Turpan is the lowest place in the country, about half of the area below sea level, the lowest place is below the sea level of 154 meters. If you dig a canal from the Bin of the East Sea, then, most of the Turpan will become Zemuo. It is also the highest temperature in the country. In July, the average temperature is 47 degrees, extremeThe highest gas temperature of the side is 49:66, while the surface temperature in the area like Flame Mountain, the surface temperature reaches seven or eighty degrees. No wonder the poets in the Tang Dynasty have had to feel emotion: the birds don't dare to come thousands of miles.
Turpan has become an oasis, I am probably mainly to benefit from the cacity well. The Kandajing is a ground dark water channel. It can effectively maintain moisture, not evaporated due to high temperature, and make water flow out of the ground according to people's will, irrigation farmland. There are nearly a thousand, the total length of 5,000 kilometers, close to the length of the Yellow River, the longest groundwaterway in my country, and the Great Wall, Canal and called the three major artificial projects in our country. From the water flowing from the cacity, nourishing the earth, giving birth to a piece of green, and people in the hot environment can rest in peace.
Turpan's hottest, and the grapes of Turpan were sweeter, the most famous. With the popularity of "Turpan's grapes", grapes were almost synonymous with Turpan. Approaching the grape gossy, it is a martial-laminated grape field that is laminated, and a row of rows such as a bumpleding, used in the shadow of the cool raisins. Enter the grape field, on the elixi, the rattan, the vine, the green leaves overlap, and the sky is covered. A string of green grapes, hanging like Yuzhu, gently shaking in the breeze. Ground, small water guilty is like the net, and the water is in the ear. In the room, there is no inexhaustible, the heat wave, and no one is full of donor, noise, unbearable troubles, there is no exclusion that there is a feeling of traveling to the outside, so that people are lingering, pleasing.
On the plain, the lake is generally in the place where the terrain is low, and the concept of common sense in Xinjiang has been subverted. The lake is at a high place, between the mountains. In the peaks of Tianshan, there are many natural lakes in the hugs of the ice peak snow. Among them, the most famous needs a few days.
Tianchi, located in the north side of Tianshan Bogda, Ancient Wu Yaochi, because of mythology, Zhou Mu Wang and Wang Mu Niang's song on the lake, leaving a thousand ancient times. In the Qing Dynasty, Urumqi is clearly a bright question "Lingshan Tianchi Universal Water Description", see the vast, such as the gentleman, and tiang Tianchi, which is used to this. Tianchi lake has a height of 1,90. meters, with an area of four o'clock, like which craftsmanship is a huge pool on the clouds.
Faced with the sky, it is like facing a huge oil painting. In this painting,Blue is the main tone, the lake is blue, the sky is blue. The lake is quiet and clear, and the mountains of the mountains are reflected in the lake, cover the bottom of the lake into a dark blue, outlined into a pool of the sunglan, the majestic artistic conception of Wanmu Changhao. A slightly snowing in the face of the mountain, reflected in the lake, with the ripple of the lake, like a white silk in the hands of the girl, gently floating in the water. A blossoming white cloud floated, reflected in the lake, and like a group of sheep slowly.
The shore of the lake, looking at the lake, listening to the sound of thin, people also seem into into this beauty natural, into part of the blue world. In addition to inkating, it is not allowed to make people feel the scene of the mountains and the lake. It can't give this mysterious and beautiful land to sincere words.
Compared to the reputation of the Tianchi, Hemu is much more inferior. And it is also a strange pearl on the land of Xinjiang. Into the wood, I seem to enter the phantom. This is the land of the border, the blind spring, which is the scenery of the idyllic shelves, which makes people a little surprised.
Heish is located in Burqin County, Northern Xinjiang, close to Mongolia, Russian border, is a small village with Mongolian, Kazak and Tugu people, with hundreds of people. It is situated on a valley surrounded by four mountains, standing in the height, it is like a green harbor to stop countless boats. Take the near village, a small wooden house built with the logs is scattered on the empty land, and a row of row of wooden boards will surround the green courtyard, which makes people think of a scene in the fairy tale, and seem to have all acquaintance. feel. A small river flows from the village, the water is clear, the water is awkward. The branches of the river are a birch forest, green and deep, breeze blow, branches swaying, leaves in sand. Not far from the grass, those horses, cow, and sheep are free to spread, eat the grass, and let go of the neck to open the throat, I will scream, I will move the tail from time to time
Standing on the land of the wood, in the moment of looking around, I seem to fall into the artistic conception of landscape. I feel that those disturbed villages in my mind have been hovering in my mind, I'm in the downtime, I will see the poems in Nanshan, and I will find a new foot point at this moment, and getting more fresh. And more flavor. I think, if Mr. Tao Yuanming can have the day of regeneration, he will definitely pay attention to the trip, XinHowever, continue his "Peach Blossom Source".
Walking on the land of Xinjiang, read the mysterious mountain water, read the strange scenery, my heart seems to be jumped in the softness of the poem, painting the color, and that The song of "our new land" seems to have been accompanied by my hurry.