少年的我,从“一唱雄鸡天下白,万方乐奏有于阗”的诗句中,从库尔班大叔骑着毛驴进北京的历史画面中,知道了和田。青年的我,从玉龙喀什河凝如羊脂的美玉中,从美丽绝伦的波斯织毯中,从大漠玫瑰的浓香中,了解了和田。我曾无数次地想象,想象她的神奇迷离、丰腴富饶和风情万种,我隐隐地遗憾,不能与她谋面。终于,在春暖花开的季节,我踏上了这片土地,久久地凝视。 Juvenile me, from “sing a rooster world white, Wanfang music play in 阗 ” verse, from Uncle Kurban riding donkey into Beijing’s historical picture, know Wada. I am young, from the Yulong Kashi River condensate, such as the suet jade, from the exquisite Persian woven blanket, rose incense from the desert to understand Wada. I have imagined countless times, imagine her magical blurred, abundance and style thousands, I faintly regrettable, can not meet her. Finally, in the spring season, I set foot on this land, long time staring.