24 Hours in Altay｜I Found a Long-Sealed Fairyland on Earth

🌅6 AM
Gently awakened by the fresh scent of grass and trees
Opening the door, a thin mist like a milky white khata
Lightly wraps around the waist of the mountains
The whole world is moist and quiet
Only the Irtysh River flows eternally in the distance
Taking a deep breath, the air is as crisp as mountain spring water chilled by ice
Reaching the heart and lungs, instantly refreshing
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☀ Morning
Driving to Kanas Lake, the road endlessly winding
Outside the car windows, a flowing painting—
Dark green spruces, golden birch forests
In the clearings, unknown wildflowers bloom like a sea
[That’s not color, it’s splattered oil paint]
The lake water is an incredible turquoise blue
Like a huge cool turquoise stone
Carefully cradled in the palms of the surrounding mountains
Sitting by the lake, watching light and shadow paint
Time loses its flow here
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🏡 Afternoon
Breaking into a primitive Tuva wooden cabin in Hemu Village
Wooden fences casually surround it, cattle and sheep leisurely grazing
Holding a warm bowl of milk tea, leaning against the cabin
The sunlight stretches shadows long
Only the sound of wind, birdsong, and your own heartbeat in your ears
💭 At that moment, suddenly feeling:
[Just idling away time like this is also wonderful]
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🌄 When the sunset dyes the sky orange-pink
Climbing to the highest point of Guanyu Pavilion
The entire valley quiets down in the dusk
Like the ending of a poem, lingering and long-lasting
Looking back from the car on the way home
Stars light up one by one, illuminating Altay’s night sky
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✨ Some feelings:
Here, you don’t need to think, just feel
Feel the wind, feel the light, feel your own existence
Altay’s summer is a dream you don’t want to wake from
If you’re tired too, come here to recharge🔋