“巴扎”,就是集市。每逢集日,整个新疆,从水草丰盛的伊犁河谷,到瓜果飘香的和田绿洲,从火焰山、吐鲁番盆地,到帕米尔脚下的喀什古城……处处呈现一派喜气洋洋的节日景象。天刚蒙蒙亮,大地就过早地醒来了。你看吧,骑着毛驴的老人,赶着牛车的小伙,花枝招展的姑娘,欢奔雀跃的娃娃,三三两两,匆匆忙忙,春潮般从四面八方拥来。成千上万赶巴扎的人们,那种发自内心深处的丰收喜悦,笼罩着所有的地摊、商亭、大棚…… “Bazaar” is the market. Every gathering day, the whole of Xinjiang, from the rich Ili river valleys to the fragrance of the Hetian oasis, from the Huoyanshan, Turpan Basin, to the ancient city of Kashgar at the foot of Pamir ... everywhere presents a festive scene. When it was dawned, the earth woke up prematurely. You see, the old man riding a donkey, the guy driving a cart, a showy girl, a joyous doll, in twos and threes, in a hurry, the spring surge comes in all directions. Hundreds of thousands of people who rush to bazaar, the joy of harvest from the depths of the heart, shrouded all the stalls, kiosks, greenhouses ... ...