Altay | A poem of the secret realm of North Xinjiang

| A poem of the secret realm of North Xinjiang. Dear friends, you must visit Altay once. It fulfills all my fantasies about a fairy-tale world. The sky here is as blue as a gem, and the clouds are like cotton candy floating in the air. The mountains are undulating, gently wrapped in white snow, sparkling under the sun. Stroll along the shores of Lake Kanas, the lake water is as clear as a mirror, reflecting the golden birch forest on the shore, like a magnificent oil painting. The village of Tuva people is full of smoke, and the wooden houses are scattered, each with a primitive and simple atmosphere. Listen, the melodious sound of the surdo, as if it is the deep affection of this land. The wind of Altay gently caresses the face; the scenery of Altay lives in the heart. Come to Altay, have a romantic date with nature, and find the peace and freedom deep in your heart.