Shocked by Xinjiang's autumn

As soon as autumn arrives, Xinjiang changes its natural prescription.
In Zhaosu, after the vast golden wheat fields are harvested,
neat stacks of straw remain, like "installation art" carved by the earth itself.
🚐 Our van stopped in the fields,
surrounded by endless straw "sculptures."
This is Xinjiang's autumn—
not the intense colors of layered forests,
but vast, quiet, with a touch of surreal order.
Standing here, you feel like you've walked into a natural art gallery.
Some say Xinjiang's summer is indulgent—
but autumn is the most restrained romance—
it’s not noisy, yet quietly carves harvest, vastness, and solitude
into the heart of every traveler🌟
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🟠 Have you ever been shocked by Xinjiang's autumn?
Was there a moment when you felt like you were in a natural "exhibition"?
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Post by ROY MEDINA | Oct 24, 2025