天刚破晓,院子里的卡车引擎声此起彼伏地轰鸣起来,我赶忙穿衣奔出户外,带着满脸的睡意钻进了一辆“解放牌”的司机座,一位碧眼高鼻的塔吉克族驾驶员,友好地为我安排好座位,我们便启程了。一列夹杂着各种型号车辆的队伍,迎着清冽的晨风,疾驶在新疆西部重镇——喀什的郊外公路上。卡车剧烈的颠簸驱走了长途旅行的劳顿,我兴奋地意识到:我,一个生活在祖国东海岸的上海人,正在向着祖国最西部的帕米尔高原进发。向往已久的莽莽昆仑,正向我敞开它那雄伟而宽阔的胸膛,它以它那险峻的山峦和高耸的雪峰,迎接我这个至诚而来的远客。天亮了,一片小小的绿洲映入眼帘,卡车在一个简 The dawn of dawn, the truck engine in the yard roar one after another, and I rushed out clothing outdoors, with drowsiness drowned into a “liberation” driver’s seat, a blue-skinned Tajik driver Members, friendly arrangements for my seat, we set off. A group of vehicles with various types of vehicles face the clear morning breeze and swiftly drive on the outskirts of Kashi, the western town of Xinjiang. I was excited to realize that I, a Shanghai native of the east coast of the motherland, was heading for the Pamirs in the westernmost part of the motherland. The long-awaited vastness of the Kunlun, is opening to me its magnificent and broad chest, with its steep mountains and towering peaks, to greet my sincerely far-off. Dawn, a small oasis greet the truck in a simple