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We are in a desolate place, but we still open our hearts to accept spring flowers, autumn moon, strong wind, blizzard, and rain. Even in the midst of hardships, I still pick up laughter everywhere along the way. Homes are swaying in the wind and rain, and people are wandering in the wilderness, but there are no complaints or sadness in the life written, and no one will leave tears of pain. Only such a soul can flow out a spotless language. Such a voice, like a trickling trickle, can heal the scars in everyone's heart.
Chapter 2 The Horse Belongs to Me
The relative of land is labor.
gt; One person digs the soil with a short shovel at the bottom of the well, and the other person lifts buckets of soil up from the ground. The long labor gradually opened the eyes of the land of Akhara. It saw us, recognized us, and truly accepted us.
Chapter 3 Locust Plague
Magnificent light, crimson light, and golden light are all the light of nature.
gt; Seeing Yanyan's eyes shining with magnificent light, she looked up and saw that the crimson sunset was setting over the western mountains at this moment. The sky quickly darkened, and when I turned around, I saw an incredibly large golden full moon standing still above the mountains.
Chapter 7 The Road to the Dripping Spring
They don’t want to say it because they are afraid of human persecution.
gt; The only ones who know the source of water are the goose-throated antelopes and wild horses running in the desert, but they cannot speak a word. They have crystal-clear and deep eyes because they contain the breath of water.
Imagining a beautiful existence is a kind of spur and encouragement.
gt; The dripping spring is like a god on this land. Its water falls drop by drop from an extremely high place, beating the pulse of all traces of life that exist here. Drop by drop, it infinitely penetrates into the lonely real life and beautiful and innocent legends.
Time will wash away everything. Everything will settle into what it should be in the spring, summer, cold and heat.
gt; All those, along the mountain edge, along the undulating terrain of the Gobi Desert, along the spring and summer cold and heat, along the ancient passion, along the ancient sadness, along the long time, Along with the deep fear and majesty
Human beings once eagerly wanted to possess it, but they should not come and go away again, disturbing the peace it should have.
gt; And the rugged and winding roads to this point have been abandoned. They lay empty in the wilderness, hungry and thirsty. The ruts of ancient times are left on it like a dream, and they are more desolate than the land that no one has ever passed through.
Chapter 10 Our Bathhouse Here
The disease is silent, but the youth is showing off its vitality. Sometimes the state of life is so abrupt.
gt; The disease sleeps peacefully deep in the body, breathing evenly, while youth is guarding it day and night with a lamp on the side. She wanted to wake him up, but she endured it again and again, and the tears flowed... These were carefully hidden by my body.
Chapter 11 A Cat from My Family in the Past
It has a pioneer feeling. Working hard on the barren land of a foreign land, you become a foreigner. Your hometown becomes a place you cannot return to. You become an outsider with roots in a foreign land, and you will never be able to integrate into the roots of the foreign land.
gt; I was born in Xinjiang and grew up in Xinjiang most of my life. The land I know is a vast land that has only just begun to host human activities. Here, the soil is not familiar with grain, the road is not familiar with footprints, the water is not familiar with wells, and the fire is not familiar with coal. Here, we cannot name our ancestors who go back more than three generations, and our children are even further away from us than from their homeland. Even if I live here for another hundred years, I still cannot say that I am a "Xinjiang native."
The meaning of hometown is to help us find our roots. Where did we come from and where will we go? Hometown is the habitat in dreams, which gives the heart a place to belong.
gt; I am not a person without origins. It seems that my ancestors are using my feet to get where I am today; I am not a person without roots. My genes are based on my genes. The whole process of the extension of this bloodline is clearly recorded in an incomprehensible way; I am not a person without a hometown. That place I have never been to repeatedly touched my instincts in the narrations of my grandmother and my mother. and destiny, keep me forever. Every purple berry buried deep in the ground, every cicada that flaps its wings on time in the summer afternoon, is more familiar to me than anything I have ever seen with my own eyes
Chapter 12 Thinking of Grandma Sticking Out Her Tongue
If a person comes into this world with a cry, he is destined to endure hardships. But luckily there was still a smile, so the pain was covered up by the smile.
gt; Pain is something that is meant to be hidden in the heart. Sadness is meant to be controlled by efforts. The hurt and deception must be forgiven. People who don’t care are not heartless people
Chapter 16 The Eternal Place of Kawutu
Meeting wine in autumn is like meeting beer and barbecue, and meeting popsicles in summer
gt; Kawutu’s. The whole winter is soaked in wine. Sometimes the sky is bright and dark blue, sometimes it is gloomy and dark, but the earth remains unchanged, white to the horizon; dark cows walk slowly one by one in the distance.
Chapter 18 Country Dance
Music can isolate all the troubles in the world, and people who are indulged in it can also forget the troubles and sorrows of the world.
gt; Mai. Sirah's piano sound was complete and clear, without any interference or irritation. He sat calmly in the middle of the noisy whirlpool of the room, and the sound of the piano was as quiet as in the wilderness. The sound, as if it has never had a beginning and will never end, continues deeply and deeply. The volume is not loud, but it is so firm, and it seems to be loyal...
Chapter 21 Sleeping in the Wilderness
The truth is a kind of rhetoric that seems to exist but does not exist. The existence of truth is a kind of moral kidnapping.
gt; This wilderness. It will make you feel that the truths you have tried to understand may not really make sense.
The wind determines the direction and shape of the clouds. It is like being dragged on a trip by your lover. Use your brain, just enjoy
gt; I imagined how the wind roared widely at a height that was unreachable and unimaginable to me, carrying great ecstasy, and encountered things along the way. The clouds of this wind were dispersed before they had time to scream "Ah", and they were abandoned before they had time to follow the wind one more mile. Finally, their fragments were caressed by the wind's tail force steadily and longly... The clouds I see are breathing clouds, clouds that are still in a state of excitement. These clouds have no destiny of their own, but they are so happy... Such clouds make people suddenly see them when they open their eyes. , arranged neatly in the sky one by one, saying: "It's over..." - It makes people feel that a miracle has just happened in the world in the short period of time when they fell asleep.
Chapter 22 Our Home
The starry sky is dark at night
gt; The starry sky is as clear as if it were sealed in ice, and every star is sharp. The ground is clear. The stars in the sky are silent and strangely bright. And the night is so dark and hard... This kind of starry sky must be different from the bustling and bright starry sky in my previous experience. It's noisy, it should be brilliant, full of symphony... Looking at the starry sky like this for a long time, and then casting my eyes back into the darkness under the stars, the darkness will be darker and harder. Distinguishing the difference between the inside and outside of the tent was now a complete mess.
Chapter 24 Take the shuttle bus to Qiaotou
Although life is hard, words are the discovery of beauty. The passion for life in my heart has overwhelmed the complacency in front of me. The words flowing from such a heart are much more beautiful than the blue sky.
gt; The sky above the barren mountains is so blue, piercingly blue, bluer than the sky I just saw on the plateau, so blue - so saturated - that it seems like it is about to drip heavily. A big drop of blue.
Chapter 25 Fungus
Interesting story. The custom buried in the heart has become a spirit, rooted in the heart.
gt; There is a story that happened in recent years: a businessman who went to summer pasture to buy live sheep took a fancy to a big-tailed sheep from a shepherd, but the owner was not satisfied with the price quoted, so The two sides began to bargain, and neither side relented until dark. The merchant had to stay overnight and set off again the next day. As a result, when the dinner came, the host directly slaughtered the big-tailed sheep that had been argued about all day to entertain the guests.
Chapter 31 The tree in Fuyun County
Falling down reluctantly, it is because of a deep attachment to the land where it is rooted. Saying goodbye slowly, unbearable parting!
gt; This kind of fall is extremely slow and reluctant, as hesitant and disturbing as the dying person's long deathbed... This kind of fall is more difficult than growing, as if there is something in the air. Many things are trying to hold it back, and it is also going through many obstacles before it falls to the earth, so slowly, so slowly... so slowly that it is heartbreaking!
Chapter 33 About Drunkards
I don’t know how to drink, but I can write about the world of drunkenness. The writing is so vivid and true, it is the last confession of someone who is drunk by life.
gt; Wine disrupts all the information that humans have worked hard to collect, organize, classify and store in the brain for thousands of years. Use a big stick to stir the pot full of offal in this big pot. They were still adding fuel to the fire underneath. Then the pot boiled, and the most active and stimulating feeling burst out, dominating the brain in one fell swoop... Hehe, I don't know how to drink, so I can only imagine the wonderful feeling of "drunk" here, and I can't go any further. .
I wanted to release my soul, but life held it tightly.
gt; The soul is released by wine, but imprisoned by the bottle
Human beings originally wanted to use wine to relieve their sorrows, but in the end all willpower was washed away by wine.
gt; It controls you and makes you reveal yourself fully in excitement. It breaks down the dam in your heart, floods the fields in your heart, makes you flood and makes you shed tears. It makes all the extreme climaxes of your emotions burst out at the same time, making you completely hollowed out, exhausted, and staggering even when you are intoxicated and extremely happy; it makes you eager to express.
Chapter 37 Painted-faced Sparrow
The generation gap and distance distance people from each other, and also increase loneliness and loneliness
gt; The distant and unfamiliar seventy years of life make this loneliness even more lonely and unbearable. The birds in her life will never fly into my life, not even one. Because we have not been together for seventy years.
Chapter 39 Butterfly Road
The world is big, I want to see it, look, look, I am stuck in it, because I only have the ability to struggle, not to swim. Courage!
gt; The vastness of the ocean is not meant for swimming. But let people struggle