Urumqi: A Long Song of Time in the Desert

In the heart of the Asian continent, Urumqi is like a beautiful flower blooming in the desert, shining brightly in the long river of time. At dawn, the first ray of golden light gently touches the Red Mountain, the soul coordinate of the city, and it is instantly lit up. At the foot of the mountain, the streets and alleys gradually wake up, and the melody of the Rewapu, like a nimble wing, shuttles under the eaves of traditional Uyghur buildings. In the air, the wheat fragrance of roasted naan and the richness of milk tea are intertwined into the most simple fragrance of life. Strolling in Shuimogou, the gurgling water is like the veins of time, nourishing this land. The weeping willows along the river seem to be whispering ancient legends to passersby. Not far away, modern high-rise buildings stand in rows, echoing the spires of ancient mosques, telling the story of the integration and coexistence of tradition and modernity. When night falls, the night market in Urumqi is a grand stage of fireworks. On the stalls, the roasted lamb kebabs are sizzling with oil, and the aroma of naan pit meat is overflowing. People sit around and chat, and their smiles bloom under the lights. This city, with its unique enthusiasm and inclusiveness, paints a moving long scroll of life.