Traveling to Yili, searching for the meaning of life

In this vast world, as time flows, life is fleeting. Perhaps we are often trapped in the cage of life, or perhaps we are often troubled by the trivialities of reality. We are all searching, searching for a place filled with freedom and joy. When I think of freedom and vitality, the first thing that comes to my mind is the forests and grasslands of Yili, where there is the wind of the wilderness, the drooping grass, the vast grasslands, and the expansive snow-capped mountains. In the embrace of Yili, countless vivid stories grow in my heart, with brilliant gatherings, thrilling adventures, and even moments facing the grasslands with spring warmth and blooming flowers, far from the hustle and bustle of the world. Thus, dreams begin to sprout in my heart. I long to set foot on that distant land of Yili, to spend the summer of my dreams. Finally, I embarked on the journey. The rolling meadows and beautiful scenery that once invaded my dreams are now under my feet, within my sight. In the grasslands of Yili, I discovered that what once troubled me, made me anxious, and even drove me crazy, was actually just a seed in this vast grassland. When I merge the sea of bitterness in my heart into Sayram Lake, it becomes a soft blue, and I can no longer see the sorrows of the past. I start to look forward to traveling through Tekes without traffic lights, holding up a piece of perennial ice and snow on the mountains, searching for a white cloud in the forest sea, carrying the childhood dreams in my heart, lighting a bonfire in the desert, illuminating the starry Milky Way in the sky. Perhaps this is the meaning of travel. It gives us the opportunity to see with our own eyes the beauty of the world that cannot be expressed in words, and after many twists and turns, to find the land that can soothe our souls. My journey to Yili is like an open diary, recording every bit of my time there. From the pick-up in Urumqi, to the tranquility of Sayram Lake, to the romance of the lavender manor, the simplicity of Qiongkushitai, the mystery of Tekes, the beauty of Narati, the ruggedness of the Duku Highway, the grandeur of the Dushanzi Grand Canyon, to the winding of the S101 National Defense Highway, and finally back to the warmth of Urumqi. I hope that we can all find our own spiritual home in the wilderness of Yili, and find the true meaning of travel.