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Don't be fooled into going to Hemu by traffic! This place is seriously not worth the trip! 😅 My biggest impression of the trip from Altay to Hemu was this: It's not as good as the Ahe Highway or the wild scenery beyond the scenic area. This place is completely hyped up by influencers! The commercialization is beyond imagination, with tour groups everywhere, and the prices are ridiculously high. The only thing that really impressed me was the incredibly bright full moon! It looked like a little sun hanging in the sky, but this beauty has nothing to do with Hemu itself! My overall impression was: Too many people! There were tour buses and tourists everywhere, making it difficult to find a quiet spot for photos. 🏨Accommodation recommendations: None, because they're expensive, the rooms are small, and they're seriously out of value. ⚠️Practical tips: 1. There's really no need to make a special trip to Hemu! Unless you're just passing through. 2. There's no need to stay in Hemu; it's like shutting the door on the dog and getting ripped off. 3. The best time to see the moon is around the 15th day of the lunar calendar. To summarize: Instead of wasting time in Hemu, spend more time in Kanas or go horseback riding in Baibaha. It's seriously over-marketed! #XinjiangTravelAvoidGuide #HemuRealExperience #XinjiangSelf-DrivingTour #TravelMistakeRecord #BurqinTourism

Driving toward the deepest reaches of the skyline, the road stretched beneath my wheels like a stubborn scar. When a boundless green wave suddenly came into view, I knew—I had arrived at the grassland. A Prelude to the White Birch The towering birch forest, the grassland's guardians, stands at the edge of the wilderness. Its trunks are silvery white like quenched moonlight, its branches interwoven into a dome, filtering specks of light like fragmented gold. As the wind blows through, the forest whispers, as if ancient shamans were chanting the poetry of nature. I press my palm against the wrinkles of the bark, feeling the vitality surging through its veins—they have stood here for centuries, witnessing horses' hooves crushing beacon smoke and carrying hawks' wings as they pierced the sky. Yurts and Pastoral Songs Beyond the hills, the grassland opens up. Pearl-like flocks of sheep and herds of brown cattle float across the green carpet. They lower their heads to graze on grass roots, their tails swaying leisurely, like notes dancing on the strings of the earth. In the distance, white yurts dot the landscape, their domes like frozen clouds descending into the mortal realm. As we approached, smoke curled upwards, tinged with the aroma of milk. An old herder, his bronze face etched with wrinkles, emerged from the curtains. He offered a bowl of warm milk tea, "Dear guest from afar, the grass and water of the grassland will remember your footsteps." His smile held a kindness richer than butter. The Gift of Yunxiao Peak Trekking to the end of the grassland, Yunxiao Peak suddenly loomed. This massive peak, capped with snow, stands like a boundary marker, shouldering the territories of four countries: China, Mongolia, Russia, and Kazakhstan. As we climbed, stubborn wildflowers emerged from the cracks in the rock, their purple petals and yellow stamens radiating against the chill of the glacier. Reaching the summit, the world suddenly opened up: a sea of ​​clouds billowed beneath us, and the mountains and rivers of the four regions unfolded like a patchwork map. The wind whipped the prayer flags into a rustling rustle, and the densely woven scriptures on the colorful fabrics became a tangible prayer: may the mountain spirits remain immortal, may the human world be boundless. A Sudden Enlightenment in the Dusk On my way home, I encountered a horse herd. The herders galloped, their robes stained a crimson gold by the setting sun, their neighs shattering the twilight. I suddenly understood that the grandeur of the grassland lies not in the "picturesque" scenery but in the "riverlike" flow of life: the white birch trees root themselves in silence through the years, the herders write of freedom through their migrations, and the solitary Yunxiao Peak heals the earth's rifts. The saying "a worthwhile journey" is that nature teaches us to let go of our ambition to measure the world and instead, with humility, become a comma in the poem of creation.

On a sunny day, every corner of the Burqin Hemu Scenic Area offers stunning photo opportunities. From the tourist center, take the shuttle bus to Hemu Old Village and enter the village. You'll be greeted by distinctive, ethnic-style, pitched-roof wooden houses, fences, and blooming flowers on the lawns. Shops and restaurants of varying styles flank the area, their courtyards blaring rhythmic Xinjiang music and dancing waiters. The aroma of grilled naan and kebabs fills the air. Not far from the Hemu Bridge, there's Tea Ballet Yogurt Fruit Tea, offering delicious ripe sweet apricot and probiotic yogurt. [ThumbsUp] The most lively scene is when a young man in the village feeds eagles with raw meat. The meat attracts a large number of eagles in mid-air, creating a unique spectacle. The wooden Hemu Bridge, which spans the Hemu River, is flanked by wooden archways on either side. The characters "Hemu" are sculpted from white birch wood. The scenery on both sides of the bridge is breathtaking. After crossing Hemu Bridge, you will see a birch forest and a wooden plank road leading to the Harden Viewing Platform...

The wooden plank roads of the Hemu Old Village Scenic Area are scattered throughout the area, whether inside or outside the village, on hiking trails, or on viewing platforms. They provide convenient access and scenic views for visitors, adding a touch of color to the scenic area. #SonglikeJourney #WondersofNature #NicheDiscovery #RomanticDomesticTravelDestinations #TravelPhotographyWithoutShowingYourFace

After passing through Hemu Old Village and walking up the plank path to the Harden Observation Platform, the view is suddenly expansive for photography. From the Harden Observation Platform, you can overlook Hemu Old Village and the Hemu River. From the platform, you'll see the lush greenery of the mountains, wildflowers on the meadows, leisurely horseback riders on the hillsides, and people swinging on the swings... #SonglikeJourney #AncientTownsAndVillagesWorthVisiting #PhotographyGuide #NicheDiscovery #WhereToGoThisWeekend