北疆的九天摄影之旅匆匆而过,给我留下难忘的回忆,我的相机留下一幅幅珍贵而美好的图片,记住了新疆的点点滴滴。回来已经有一段时间了,但我仿佛还能闻到那原野的清香,带着泥土的气息;还有魔鬼城的风尘,依旧在我面前飞舞;还有那远古的村落,纯净的喀纳斯河水。我知道,很多美景不是在眼里,也不在我的相机里,而是在心中。晨曦中的禾木,阳光在白桦林的树尖上反射出金黄的光芒,层林尽染,绚丽多彩,村庄上有轻 Nine days in northern Xinjiang photography trip hurried past, leaving me an unforgettable memory, my camera to leave a picture of precious and beautiful, remember the bit by bit in Xinjiang. It has been some time since I came back, but it seems as if I can still smell the fragrance of the fields, with the earthy atmosphere, and the dust of the devil city, still flying in front of me; and the ancient village, the pure Kanas River water. I know, a lot of beauty is not in the eyes, nor in my camera, but in my heart. Hemu in the morning light, the sun reflected in the birch tree’s tip on the golden light, storied make dye, colorful, the village has light