摘要
Southern Xinjang was my yearned-for destination. I imagined delicate music and sinuous dancers under a bountiful grape arbor beside the oasis. I smelled warm Nang, Xinjang＇s ubiquitous flatbread, and slapped a fat watermelon to test it at the local farmer＇s fruit- stand. I pictured a ramble around Kashgar＇s terraced households while sunset cast lingering shadows on ancient paths, then fantasized about riding off on the same sort of long-legged donkey that had carried Uncle Kurban to meet Chairman Mao in Beijing.
Southern Xinjang was my yearned-for destination.I imagined delicate music and sinuous dancers under a bountiful grape arbor beside the oasis.I smelled warm Nang,Xinjang’s ubiquitous flatbread,and slapped a fat watermelon to test it at the local farmer’s fruitstand.I pictured a ramble around Kashgar’s terraced households while sunset cast lingering shadows on ancient paths,then fantasized about riding off on
