Over the Hashilegenda, this day, the entrance of Qiorma was in a traffic jam. It was late at night to enter the town. A large number of tourists gathered at the same time, and the supply of catering and accommodation was in short supply. In the dark, I followed the Kazakh brother to his boudoir and took the opportunity to take a picture of the starry sky. I didn't expect to get up the next morning and feel like a paradise.