There is a saying in Germany: “The way to a man’s heart is through his stomach.” During my journey in Xinjiang, I have been very excited about all the different kinds of food they served, and I have to admit that I fell in love not at first bite, but let’s say at the third or fourth.
On my way from Korla to Turpan, I could not help being struck by what I was seeing through the windows of the train: yellow-reddish stone landscapes next to bleak mountain chains with deep corrugations. As I passed through tunnel after tunnel, I felt like I was completely merging into the scenery, and finally, a mysterious feeling overcame me.
People promote Hami melons via livestreaming in Turpan of northwest China's Xinjiang Uygur Autonomous Region, May 19, 2021. Adhering to the "people-centered" philosophy of development, Xinjiang has witnessed a brisk growth in both its economy and social affairs.
In the dry, sweltering heat amidst the flourishing valley of Turpan, 58-year-old Ablet is working hard to trim the grape vines for a bumper crop expected for the coming August harvest. Further afield, at the Id Kah Mosque in Kashgar City, the largest mosque in Xinjiang, the spiritual and religious needs of the local Muslim community are fully safeguarded; while at the Grand International Bazaar, a Pakistani jewelry vendor, named Asim, recounts his stories of entrepreneurship and finding true love in Urumqi.
