Do you know Luobu Village in the lower reaches of Tarim River on the edge of Taklimakan in Xinjiang?

To the south of Korla, along the Tarim River, the oldest river farthest from the ocean in the world, walking on the edge of the Taklimakan desert, modernization has become an abrupt thing here.

At first, you could see the crops around you, but later it became more and more desolate. The low lichens, however, take root and sprout where there is water, which is tough and forbearing, bringing a little green vitality to the long yellow land.

Tarim River, a horse without reins in Uygur language, means that the river often changes direction like a runaway wild horse.

The total length is 2 179 km, and there are 2327 132 1. If Hotan River, the longest tributary, is taken as its source, with a total length of 2,376 kilometers, it is the fifth largest inland river in the world and the longest inland river in China. It is located in the north of Tarim Basin in Xinjiang, and is the mother river of southern Xinjiang. The oasis south of Tianshan Mountain depends on the irrigation of Tarim River.

Originated in Tianshan Mountains and Karakorum Mountains, it flows along the northern edge of Taklimakan Desert, passing through Aksu, Shaya, Kuqa, Luntai, Korla and Yuli, and finally flows into Tetima Lake.

This time, all the way south, the Populus euphratica on the hot platform in August was not golden, so I came to the nearby Yuli to look for Rob Village.

Yuli County is located in the lower reaches of Tarim River, and Peacock River, a tributary of Tahe River, flows to Lop Nur as a tributary of the north of Tahe River through Yuli County.

After walking, turn the path and come to Luobu Village, which is opened in Dunkuotan Township. Mr. Ji Xianlin once said that the cultural systems with far-reaching influence and a long history in human history are China, India, Islam, Greece and Rome, and their gathering places are in Tarim, Xinjiang.

Tarim River is like the cradle of human civilization, and the key to open the door of world civilization may be left in the yellow sand of Taklimakan desert.

When we passed by the car, Populus euphratica appeared in the endless golden desert, snuggling in the embrace of the mother river. In summer, the leaves should still be green, but the hot air anxiously scorched them, dried green and yellow, and there was no water.

Populus euphratica, one of the most important plants in Taklimakan, was born immortal for thousands of years and died immortal for thousands of years.

The branches of art extend into the sky, and the guarded Populus euphratica forest blocks the raging sandstorm and provides living space for tenacious animals and plants in arid areas.

It is said that the Populus euphratica forest on the south bank of the river can go as far as the desert hinterland 100 km. As a barrier of oasis, its growth is inseparable from the mother river, which has been diverted at will.

Other plants germinate delicately and drop grains lightly, while Populus euphratica's perseverance was completed during the flood period. The flood washed the seeds to the river bank, and the river overflowed to nourish the seed growth of this generation. Some people live willfully in the tributaries of the river, fearless, and they are happy and will not be drowned.

After two or three years, tenacious roots will grow wantonly as soon as they come into contact with groundwater. Before Populus euphratica grows strong roots, it will eventually die if it encounters continuous drought and cannot reach groundwater.

Looking at all kinds of things in front of us, although I didn't see the resplendence of ten thousand mu, I was impressed by their persistence.

Approaching the village of Rob people

The shuttle bus in the scenic spot takes tourists to Tarim River in the sandstorm. The leaves of Hu Yangshu whisper in a low voice, telling people today that the only remaining 20 ancient Rob families are scattered in Xiaohaizi, a paradise on the Tarim River, 72 square kilometers away from Fiona Fang. In ancient times, they did not grow grain or graze livestock, but only fished on boats.

Those vast Taklimakan, blue wandering lakes, muddy Tarim River, tall and primitive Populus euphratica forests and barren grasslands are inhabited by the wise and ancient Rob family.

When we arrived at our destination, we were faced with a huge pit. People in southern Xinjiang are more indispensable than people in northern Xinjiang. The naan culture here is also more colorful. In addition to naan, there are also grilled fish they caught from Haizi in ancient times for food.

The belly of the fish was cut open, crossed with red willows, one end was inserted in the sand, and roasted with a small pile of roasted Populus euphratica. Put nothing but salt, so that you can appreciate the fragrance of the fish itself. If you are thirsty, the watermelon in the desert is sweet enough to quench your thirst.

There is a high swing hanging under the Populus euphratica tree near the simulated house. Of course, poetry and distance are indispensable in Xanadu, and the swing is a witness. The endless desert is an unreachable place.

Approaching a circle of stone foundations, Lop Nur has two clans: Xiaohe clan and Sun clan. I think this circle belongs to Sun Shi clan, and fish is their totem.

Luobu people are one of the oldest ethnic groups in Xinjiang.

A very old man is sitting on a wooden bed carving objects, with a white beard and a white round hat, showing visitors a unique craft that has been isolated for thousands of years.

I don't know how old the old man is under the arbor, but he is quietly carving, leaving tourists to take pictures and chat. I just sat quietly next to him and looked at him quietly. There is not much Excellence and novelty, just a simple stuck boat.

I wonder if in the future, with the few Luobu people left in Taklimakan, with their primitive customs and mysterious lives, they will disappear in this desert, rolling yellow sand, leaving with the wind and disappearing without a trace, as if they had never appeared in this world.

If you want to find it, the only evidence is that small pieces of Populus euphratica, which are cut and carved in a museum style like a cultural stockade, seem to restore those old times, and those prayers, worship, and cow's head and horse's face are undoubtedly faint mysteries.

After avoiding a gust of sandstorm and heat, a wooden suspension bridge crosses the tributary of Tahe River. People crossing the bridge deliberately shook the suspension bridge violently, scaring people coming and going.

The Tahe River is rolling away, drifting away to find the end, but I don't know whether the vast desert is ok or not. Only Populus euphratica on both sides of the strait is deeply rooted in this village, sheltering from the wind and rain.

After crossing the bridge, there is a desert camel bell on the left.

The guide led the camel team to the deep sand sea. Camels walk very slowly, and their humps rise and fall. Only the sweet camel bell accompanied them for a long time. The footprints where they passed were covered with sand, as if no one had ever been here.

If you think camel sightseeing is not exciting, then there are desert hiking, sand skiing paramotors and desert cars to try. In the distance, a woman in red is waving a gorgeous silk scarf and spinning while running.

The goddess lake on the right is a small green lake.

The lake is still haunted by Populus euphratica, towering into the sky, so straight, with all the hopes of Rob people, straight into the sky. The bird's nest lives on a high branch, and a breeze blows across the lake. Populus euphratica leaves occasionally float into the lake, and the wind is strong or blowing into the sky.

I don't know if there are any small fish in the lake, but sitting on a bench by the lake, watching the lake full of waves and calm, like a screen. Ancient scenes flashed across the lake, and the history of Rob people flashed like a movie. It's like a lifetime ago. I don't know where I am at the moment.

The thatched shed near Hunan is full of forage, much like the movie Xinlongmen Inn.

Northwest desert, long yellow sand, the only thing you can see is sand. It's estimated that you ran away after a day with the romantic ideal of literary youth.

As soon as the wind blows, it seems to see the earth all over the sky across the yellow sand, but the past battles have long been submerged by the yellow sand, blurring the appearance and friendship.

Zhou Huai 'an said to Jin Xiangyu, I don't have the courage to face this desert like you. In Zhou's mind, gold itself is a desert. What about robbing people?

What have they experienced, and generations have been silent here?

A desert is a desert, devouring all life that is not tenacious enough. Only the strong can survive, so Rob people are tenacious and lonely.

There is a rotten kappen in the lake where Rob once fished, which sounds like a fairy tale.

With earthly innocence, how can people cling to one side of the water and soil and rely only on small fish? Of course, innocence does not mean ignorance. Knowing everything is really childish. Naivety is often fascinating, so there is today's Taklimakan and the mysterious Lop Nur.

Cappen boat

The wisdom of the ancients is far higher than our imagination. This basin can generally hold two or three people, and the paddle will be three times longer than the ordinary paddle, which can be rowed or supported.

Each character has his own story. The so-called hero does not ask the source. Where there are people, there are rivers and lakes, and the rivers and lakes are timeless. Rob people, with history, gradually decline and get old. But their epic is completely branded in the long river of history and will never grow old.

Back to god, the camel team came out of the sandbags in the distance, and the wind started again, breaking the newly bought umbrella ribs. Tourists dispersed one after another, stepping on hot rubble, and an asphalt road in the distance was covered with yellow.

Looking back, I walked across the swaying suspension bridge. Under the bridge, the muddy yellow-gray Tahe River is rolling in, scouring the dead wood, branches and grass flowing down from the upstream, and the rushing water is washing away.

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I am a blooming flower, but I have to travel far. The scenery of Xinjiang is shared all the way. Pay attention if you like.