Standing at the ends of the Tuman River, the new city of Kashgar is like a sea of poetic dreams, while the old city is blazing with flames. This area with a strong Uighur style is the only oasis before the Tianshan, the desert, the snow-covered ridges, or the inaccessible Qiangtang grassland. It is as bright and beautiful as Alma Khan's eyelashes, and the Muslim old man, who is fluttering in the white, is thick and deep. I flew back to Urumqi overnight, because I know that if I stay there again, I will be lost here because the city is too reserved and too warm, too friendly and too deep.