这次去新疆,缘起《我的阿勒泰》,这本书的封面上印着这么一句话:在大地深深的、深深的一处角落面对着这美好的事物,这一切将会令他感到多么寂寞啊。李娟笔触下的那片土地令我向往,我想去她描绘的宁静村落里看雪花从很高很高的天空飘落,想一边豪饮辣烈的浓酒一边大块朵颐那鲜美多汁的炖羊肉,想亲自听听哈萨克人美妙动听的冬不拉琴声,还想骑上黑骏马在林海雪原恣意驰骋。 This time I went to Xinjiang and started “My Altay,” and the cover of this book is printed with the remark that facing this beautiful thing in the deep, deep corner of the earth will all make him How lonely feel Li Juan strokes under the piece of land that I yearn for, I want to go to her quiet village depicting snowflakes falling from a very high sky, want to drink while spicy strong wine side of the block of fresh and juicy delicious stew Mutton, want to personally listen to the wonderful sounds of Kazakh winter sound of the piano, but also want to ride on the black horse in the snowy Linhai freewheeling.