Nikko Collection | Kashgar
One night I dreamed that I was back in Kashgar. Dreams rarely have color, but in that dream Kashgar was a hazy khaki color, with dazzling sunlight and bustling crowds on the streets. I always feel that I had a different life when I was in Kashgar. That period of life can escape my whole life. It is ancient and vivid, hazy and realistic.
But I never went back. More than two years ago, I thought I would be able to return to Kashgar soon. However, life does not leave us much time to revisit our old places. We will be attracted by new destinations, and we will There are many things we want to do, and revisiting our old places always seems to have to wait a little longer. So as we wait day after day, year after year, our memories will be filled with new memories, and the places we miss will also disappear. But it only appears in dreams occasionally.
I miss those mottled old walls, the old houses in the old city of Kashgar, those streets, and the children I met there.
In the past two years or so, I have looked back at the photos I took in Kashgar from time to time. As time goes by, they show me the immortality of Kashgar more and more. Those photos always remind me that I must return to Kashgar, where There are still unfinished dreams.
