Xinjiang

Xinjiang, a place sites most oil of the entire China,seems to me just like one of the bed time stories in my childhood. I ‘ve been told hundreds of times that my anut settle down in the isolated bleak place for love,that place called Xinjiang. I even totally never contemplate about such scarry place in my adolecenthood since I ‘ve been in beijing for 4 years. How come Lord makes fun of me then let me be enrolled as a postgraduate here? Flew all the way with the packing stuff, I was transporting myself to such new frontier to get even brandnew aspiration for rest of my life. The Urumqi airport, on the contrary, was sniffing at me for my stupid underestimation with international facilities and even comfortable smile offered in everyone’s expression. On my way to my university, the view I saw is absolutely different from any capital city in the inner land. The people here are mixed salad, uyghurs kazaks mongolians hans etc all living in such tranquiled existance. Speaking the language I m not able to grab,wearing in their apperance quite striking , even the greeting manner stunning in frount of me,you definitely could tell them out have something to do with the Muslim. Curiousity was hitting on me immediately first time being placed in the totally multicultural environment. I vonluntarily betted that the mesmerizing encounter with an exotic girl probaly would be occuring to me in this tangible land.
The biggest city ,far far away from the ocean in the world ,called Urumqi.