Xinjiang in spring is a poem written by God to mankind.🫰🫰🫰

✨ "Here, the wind is free, and so are you." How can I describe Xinjiang? ✨ Here, grasslands, snow-capped mountains, wildflowers, streams, herds of cattle and sheep, and galloping horses are everywhere. ✨ Some scenery must be seen with your own eyes to understand its magnificence. 🏔️ I stood by the lake in a daze, taking in the icy blue of Sayram Lake. 🌅 Facing the dusk in Hemu, words cannot describe the romance of this moment. 🍃 I lay on a hillside covered with small flowers, waiting for a serendipitous encounter. Beautiful scenery