Yunluo imagined them digging the well in silence, and then returned to the sunny outdoors. It turned out that the green on the roadside all came from the moisture of the karez. On Earth, which human civilization did not originate from water? The Yangtze River, the Ganges River, and the Amazon River, in ancient times, were all clear and transparent water.

After seeing the karez, which nourishes the land and people, I thought I could go to Grape Valley to taste it. Unexpectedly, the next stop was a place that looked even older, the ancient city of Pompeii.

Yun Luo walked up the dirt slope that used to be a hill. At first glance, he saw a series of high and low earth piles like honeycombs lying in front of him. After careful identification, he could see that they were houses with doors and windows. Of course, the doors and windows were just holes. They were all earthy yellow in color, and the ground was also turbid soil when he looked closely.

Standing on a high place, I wondered how such ruins were formed without a volcano. The tour guide answered that this ancient city, which was once thriving, was destroyed by religious wars and became an uninhabited "old city". There was no trace of human beings, and nature became the dominant force, managing this empty city and turning it into what the three people saw now through wind and rain.

Under the bright blue sky, it presents a kind of momentum, a kind of decisive and solemn momentum. If there were no noisy tourists, at dusk when the sun sets, if Chen Ziang happened to ride here, how could he not: think of the vastness of the world, and shed tears alone. After a simple lunch, we visited the Uyghur folk village and drove on a desolate road. The green was getting farther and farther away, and gradually there was only yellow sand. On the brown land, there grew some low shrubs that were hard to tell whether they were gray-yellow or brown-yellow. It felt like the car went a little further, and the sun was closer, and the heat of the sunlight increased by one degree.

The shadows of some mountains on the left gradually appeared. Actually, they couldn't be called shadows, because they were all ochre red, like solidified city walls piled higher and higher. Redder and redder. When the car stopped, the three of us stood in the bright sunlight. A mountain range stretched tall before us, and another myth appeared - the Flaming Mountain.

There was no trace of the princess' palm leaf fan, only the white sunlight, the ochre-red mountain and the tourists. The mountain, which had no trace of life at all, looked like a huge living fossil no matter how much heat was stored in its chest. Suddenly, several local Uyghur women dressed in colorful gauze and headscarves walked past. The Living Dead Mountain suddenly became graceful. After paying homage to the Flaming Mountain, I hurriedly called back the missing four swordsmen of the Seven Swordsmen. It turned out that these four heroes. Missing for a long time. They actually went to the foot of the mountain to interpret the story of Tang Monk and his disciples seeking scriptures. They didn't get the scriptures, and everyone was almost exhausted and thirsty from the sun. What could be more charming than the sweet and delicious grapes at this time?

The tour guide naturally understood everyone's expectations. He led the three people straight to a small Uyghur courtyard. The seats for welcoming guests were already set, with not only green and purple grapes but also juicy watermelons. The group of people sat down one by one without hesitation and enjoyed the rich fruits.

While eating, the music started again. The beautiful Uyghur girl in red skirts and her little sister in blue shirts started dancing again. I can't say how beautiful the song was or how moving the dance was. But the joyful atmosphere was brought to every corner by the song and the spinning skirts. My friends stood up one by one, imitated their movements, and started dancing together.

Where are the grape trellises with flickering lights and shadows? Where are the crystal dewdrops on the grape leaves? Although they did not see these imagined scenes, the three people felt the joy of life. The sweetness of grapes.

If I had to choose, maybe Yunluo would go to the vineyard in the morning to get some dew under the grape trellises, and then go to Jiaohe Ancient City at dusk to feel the extreme desolation. But what's wrong with this itinerary today? After feeling the scorching sun at noon under the Huoyan Mountain, I came to this small courtyard to taste the grapes.

Imagination is less worldly than reality, but the three people felt the moving worldly atmosphere of the alien race through singing and dancing in this small courtyard.

As the night deepened, there were fluctuations of true energy, telekinesis, and supernatural powers rising into the sky, and bright red blood was spilled on the ground. The three level six evolvers who were geniuses and geniuses, the pride of the younger generation, killed the nine-level evolver who had just been promoted.

Yun Luo also found out during the battle that Bai Qi could actually fly, and it was with his supernatural powers!

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Feng Wuyou can mobilize military aircraft, so traveling thousands of miles a day is not a dream.

Before killing the second newly promoted ninth-level evolver, Feng Wuyou took Bai Qi and Yun Luo to see the giant pandas. Yun Luo saw the real pandas in their original ecology and realized how cute these guys were. I used to wonder why foreign cartoons were more humorous and childlike than Chinese ones.

After meeting more places and people, I realized that this is caused by cultural traditions. American cartoons can twist the nose higher, put the eyes on the top of the head, or be green like Shrek, but have a simple and honest face. If the image is close to the real thing, the expression should be playful, the expression should be a little dull, and the language should be lively, whether adults or children, they will find it very funny.

The reason for this is that even when the designer is old, he still has the curiosity and dreaming mind of a child. Since ancient times, people have emphasized that young people should be mature, and when they grow up, they live like an old man who is sad about autumn and spring, and their imagination and dreaming mind will naturally fade. It can be seen that Bai Qi likes giant pandas very much, and his empty eyes show a hint of smile.

Designers who are influenced by this culture may have a deep sense of beauty, but they lack vitality and childishness, so the image is quite conventional and looks what it looks like. Not to mention the Fuwa from a distance, the Fuwa does not look very cartoony up close, although the designer's sculptures are as beautiful and majestic as flowing clouds and water.

But his Fuwa only has a Chinese child's face. You can't find her cute at first sight, and you can't wait to get her a stuffed toy and put it on the sofa.

The same is true for the national treasure panda. When it appears in a flat image or in the form of a toy, it is always dull, with two dark circles under its eyes and a lifeless look. No maker has given it an expression or exaggerated its image. Why can't the panda's eyes roll up like Garfield? Aren't they just as lazy and happy?

Its design image is the same as the real thing, but it is not interesting enough. Only when you really see a panda, you will understand that the designed things are immobile, so the spirit must be lively and the expression must be funny. Even if the real panda is stupid, it is still so interesting. It is just right to look at the real panda up close.

Yunluo, Feng Wuyou and Bai Qi walked into the panda resting area shaded by dense forests and bamboos, and realized that pandas are national treasures, but they are also animals that enjoy life. First of all, the environment is full of green bamboos and trees for play. Without mentioning how funny pandas are, just looking at the expressions of the audience, young and old, men and women, it is very clear.

Young men and women, those who were serious no longer were serious, those who were reserved lost their reserve, and they were all overjoyed, as if they had returned to their childhood. The sixty-year-olds became six years old, and the six-year-olds became one year younger. The old ladies and children squeezed together, laughing and waving at the pandas. The magic of the panda was evident.

A fat guy was lying on the stone ground here, still taking a nap. The temperature was higher at noon, and he didn't know whether he was afraid of the heat or because this position was more comfortable. He lay face down with his limbs stretched out, and his belly could not be seen. Who told him to be so lazy? He was sleeping soundly. Yunluo looked at the giant panda and thought of Tangtang the Red Rat.

There are two guys over there with their white bellies exposed. One is chasing the other and playing. I say chasing because there is no suitable word. I can only say it is chasing in slow motion, because their lazy and fat bodies are moving slowly. Sometimes you tickle me, sometimes I push you, they are all super cute and adorable.

The two pandas that were diligent and didn't sleep looked like child pandas, with childishness in their naivety, soft black and white bodies, and dark circles under their eyes that looked funny from a close distance. Just like Shrek has a bitter face but looks funny, the same is true for the pandas' dark circles under their eyes.

There is no mistake in the poem, post, content, and read the book on 6, 9, and bar!

After seeing the two childhood friends, we walked forward to the circus. Most people would not have thought that such a fat guy was so agile that he could climb up the bare tree trunk and fall asleep among the branches. Moreover, there were not just one, but two or three heads squeezed together.

The pandas sleep soundly. I can only use a popular phrase to praise them: they are so talented. Any place like this can be used as a bed. Although they are lazy, they can eat, play and sleep at the same time.

Yunluo turned to another place which was a spacious area. There were many pandas there, but none of them were lively. They were in twos and threes, and their movements were as lazy as Garfield. However, unlike Garfield who always made faces and grimaced, they were very quiet, eating, lying or sleeping, and looked very well behaved.

The three people knew that it was not obedient. Pandas with sharp teeth were called iron-eating beasts. Were they also ferocious in ancient times? But now they have become vegetarians. Being strong and ferocious does not necessarily last long. Only by becoming insensitive can one survive for a long time. In other words, pandas, a rare species that seems to be insensitive, know how to survive.

I was reluctant to leave the pandas. Although I couldn't get close to touch their fluffy heads or feed them bamboo, I was satisfied. I hope I will have the opportunity to visit another close relative of Garfield, the koala, which is even lazier than the panda. On another continent of the earth, they are as cute as the pandas.

The afternoon sun shines brightly on the bamboo forest hillside, the stream flows quietly, and goodbye panda!

Yunluo is going to kill someone, hoping that the bright red blood will never flow.