An older woman with a colorful headscarf hugged Shi Hongyu to say goodbye at the People's Hospital of Changji Prefecture in Xinjiang.
After going to Xinjiang with the Shanxi Writers' Aid Group, on the first day, I came to interview Dr. Shi Hongyu, a doctor in aid of Xinjiang. Send away the patient, she recounted the unforgettable days and nights in the Xinjiang hospital, which is not lacking with the corridor farewell similar scene. Not long ago, an allergic purpura child came to the clinic, this 6-year-old Kazakh girl, a pair of big eyes very beautiful, but because of the stomach pain tears. The mother had been looking at the purple spots on her daughter's skin, accompanied by her daughter's tears. But where does the mother know, let the deputy director of pediatrics Shi Hongyu more worried, is the symptoms of the abdomen. Because once in the abdominal cavity to diffuse, will be life-threatening, will not even have the opportunity to do surgery! Shi Hongyu calmly developed a medical program, and called the child temporary fasting, but the parents were anxious. Shi Hongyu where to care about labor and pressure? She was so concerned about the parents, she even played the metaphor, and tried to explain the condition.
A little bit of medicine, a little bit of supplemental food, the child into the carefully arranged treatment program, finally improved day by day, even after discharge, mother and daughter and insisted on looking for red fish doctor follow-up in January, until complete recovery.
One day, the Kazakh mother and daughter dressed up beautifully, came to say goodbye to the red fish doctor.
The scene was similar to a birthday poem that Hongyu had received: "Hongyu gave up his home and left Taihang, and his heart was in support of the border. The company's website has been updated with the latest information about the company's website. The people of Changji have been praising him, and his friends and relatives have been comforting him. The Fen River is rushing forward to the return of relatives, and the Tianshan Mountain snow melts and sings praises."
After going to Xinjiang the next day at dusk, I went to Changji Qing dynasty granary side of the small square to walk, and the hometown scenery is different, the sunset reflection, for the buildings coated with a layer of exceptionally bright golden sunshine, so that I look stunned. The scene, I can not help but think of the oil paintings I have observed, when the sunlight envelops the snow-capped peaks of the mountains, the flashes of the thrilling splendor of the colorful. A burst of intoxicating music from the small square sounded, like twelve muqam tune, at first a middle-aged man with two arms outstretched, in a very natural posture danced, then, originally around the flower beds cool people, one after another, stepped to the beat. A long braided Viennese girl, wearing a gold and silver thread flower hat, embroidered black shoulders, a big red skirt quickly rotated in a circle. Her full attention, let me suspect that the big red skirt amplitude will be through the night, long spinning down.
At this point, I caught a glimpse of a colorful turbaned woman, but when I looked closely, it wasn't someone I encountered in the hospital corridor. A couple of foreign tourists were filming the original Xinjiang dance on their cell phones to the tune of a mesmerizing melody. Auntie generously demonstrated to the tourists beautiful and varied gestures, that the old face, not the slightest impediment to the vitality of the body, especially that unforgettable eyes, as if inside the hidden a blossoming fire lotus. One of the tourists asked how old the old man was. She smiled a simple smile and held out her finger to show that she was sixty years old.
A four or five-year-old girl, simply picked a bunch of grass, run to give tourists to keep as a souvenir, almost ran to, and deliberately pause, the grass into a fan shape. What a lovely child! I hope the children here are healthy and happy!
Grass green, want to burn. I gazed at the leaping green, I can not help but think of Dr. Shi Hongyu's sentiment: everything here seems to have gone through a thousand hammers, after a long winter of snow and ice, in the summer sunshine of the full shine to sing, here wheat grain and a variety of high-quality ingredients, the street side of the flowers of all colors, bright and unusual, sucked in the mountains and rivers of the spirit of the jade emitted a radiant light.
On the third day after my visit to Xinjiang, I have traveled through Changji Prefecture, Wujiaqu, 222 regiments, and visited a kindergarten.
It is in the hall on the first floor, but an ordinary "photo wall".
However, when I passed by, I was immediately magnetized by the eyes of two little boys. A Uyghur-looking child was celebrating his birthday, with a tantalizing fruit cake in front of him and a golden crown around his head, while a Han Chinese child put his arm around his little friend's shoulder to celebrate.
A pool of unhidden smiles, from their pupils overflow, even the audience, my cheeks are as if by the spring breeze drumming. The demeanor of the two little ones, as if they were sitting in the shade of the emerald, a burst of cozy cool wind blowing, while a magically beautiful light enveloped the date palm forest, sieve down the slippery round light spots, fell on the shoulders.
"Fengming jujube garden, according to the grass". 1959 winter, the old generation of military reclamation fighters braved the freezing cold, stationed in uninhabited desert, climbed the ice lying snow, reclaimed the first well irrigation farm in Xinjiang, in May every year, the farm air is filled with rich fragrance of jujube blossom fragrance. At this moment, I wandered in this Xinjiang Production and Construction Corps six division 105 regiment jujube garden kindergarten, from the outdoor fitness game way to walk through, noticed the design of the caring details, the bottom of the heart for a move. Kindergarten two-storey corridor walls, a frame of children's photos, "by" the modern means of transportation speeding forward, accompanied by landscape patterns, a variety of colorful flowers, kites free and dexterous shuttle which makes the corridor very vivid.
In the hall, the head of the garden and the 2018 "hand in hand" of Shanxi Jincheng Fengming kindergarten in charge of the conversation, a wide fluorescent screen, a poem to the Shanxi cadres to aid the Xinjiang, written very sincerely, we are touched by it.
A long table, filled with raisins, walnuts, Batan wood and other sweet dried fruits and red-fleshed watermelon, amethyst grapes, a fellow writer, holding up the milk tea, for just learned the standard way of drinking milk tea proud. At this time, warm and joyful dance music rang out. Two kindergarten Kazakh teachers in national costume, multi-layered ruffled white dress, blue shoulders, ruffled sleeves, like the sky is generally clear and far away. Their charming dance caused a round of applause, and one of the Kazakh teachers came over and invited me, who happened to be sitting at a long table, to dance with them. I have never been good at singing and dancing, but in the friendly and comfortable atmosphere, I did not feel embarrassed and imitated her movements, twirling and dancing together. She shook her shoulders with skillful movements, the white feathers on her hat swayed in the wind, and I felt like I was immersed in the Manas River of the Tianshan Mountain snow melt, with undulating ripples rippling out in a circle, and the flying scales flashing with the morning sun and the evening sun. The song is over, she said hug it, I arms embraced her, although the first time, but as if the old man reunion.
In front of the kindergarten door to say goodbye, I asked her to take a picture together, so click, the lens left a good memory of my trip to Xinjiang.