We will meet eventually.

It's been two years since I last visited Xinjiang. Two years ago, Xinjiang was our first choice for our wedding photos. I wrote a detailed guide to wedding photos in Xinjiang and even made a PPT to compare various travel photos. However, due to the well-known epidemic, the route from Shanghai to Xinjiang was cut off a week before departure, and I began to frantically refund various tickets. Two years later, I restarted my trip to Xinjiang, changed my route from Duku Highway to northern Xinjiang, and added Sayram Lake and Guozigou, where I planned to take wedding photos two years ago. It was also a look back at the past. Another significance of Xinjiang to me is my mother. This is where my mother was born. I listened to her talk about her childhood and my grandmother talk about their era of water shortage and planned economy. I want to see, see the parallel time and space of them. I chose to set off in autumn. Autumn is a romantic season, with the mission of ups and downs, softening the enthusiasm and unrestrainedness of spring and summer, and preparing to welcome the cold winter. Departure is the greatest meaning of life.