Hemu Village with its fragrant wood

Hemu Old Village, lying quietly in the wide valley at the west foot of Kanas, is like a quiet courtyard left by gods in the depths of the Altai Mountains. There is no fine craftsmanship here, only the most authentic breath of the earth and the mark of the long years of the Tuva people. When you step into the village, the most touching thing is the pure wood color and the flourishing flowers under the windows in front of the house. The dark brown log walls of the quaint and rough log houses (wooden logs) become the most rustic canvas. The carefully maintained flower gardens of the Tuva people, like an overturned palette, inject the most vivid bright colors into the heavy wood color - deep red and pink chrysanthemums bloom warmly, pink and purple hydrangeas are clustered and plump, pink bellflowers sway in the breeze, and various unnamed herbaceous flowers spread wildly beside the wooden fences and stone steps, splashing out the splendor of golden red and pink purple. These bright lives form a strong visual symphony with the deep wooden houses and verdant meadows. Under each wooden window is a carefully arranged miniature garden, silently telling the residents' love and enthusiasm for life. The Hemu River, winding like a silver ribbon, is crystal clear. The sound of the water is the eternal lullaby of the village, gently embracing the wooden houses surrounded by flowers. At dawn and dusk, curling smoke rises calmly from the wooden houses, blending into the fresh air of the valley with the fragrance of flowers and plants. Cows and sheep moo, horses step over the wooden bridge, and the old people in the village lean against the wooden door full of flowers to bask in the sun. Occasionally, the figure of a shepherd on horseback passes through the colorful meadow and merges into the dark green forest in the distance. The beauty of Hemu lies in the tenacity of the wooden house to withstand wind and rain, and the tenderness of the flowers blooming under the window lattice. It is the fireworks and poetry of the Tuva people who carefully guard the world in the snow and wind of northern Xinjiang, with wood as the skeleton and flowers as the soul. Walking on the path where the fragrance of wood and flowers interweave, the heart also sinks into this private land of God lit up by gorgeous colors. #summervacay#travel #familytravel #myitinerary #thingstodo