Chapter 79 31. Go to Xinjiang (3)

And the indoors are warmer than spring.The fire wall made of raw soil, the brick stove, the iron oven, the ceramic warm water tank, the fire is raging, the stove is blowing, and the window panes are frozen with 20 mm thick frost flowers. From this, I even realized that the Eskimos lived The reason why my house is made of ice is that the things that I couldn’t figure out in elementary school classrooms were solved once I arrived in Xinjiang. Under the extremely cold outdoor temperature, the ice house will not melt, and the insulation performance of the ice house exceeds other. At that time, Urumqi also had a special atmosphere. The orange-red buildings were brighter than the orange of the popular buildings in the Netherlands, and the citizens' mud-roofed houses and tin-roofed houses.Especially the Uyghur songs that are played everywhere are very unusual.The metric system is used for shopping. Buying a catty of meat does not mean buying a catty, but buying five hundred centimeters.National special needs items: musical instruments, flower hats, negatives, copper pots, carpets and felts, and Moheyan. Only then did I know that the Maheyan written in Soviet novels is the Moheyan from Xinjiang.I am reminded of Tvardovsky's long poem "Vasili Zhelkin", one of which is extremely wonderful: "A warrior's horse smoke / Like a warrior's wife / Bitter, spicy, and fierce / Let you Full of tears / But you can't leave her for a moment..."

What am I talking about?I have been full of challenge awareness in my life, dare to challenge myself and dare to respond to challenges.I dare to make decisions. I also have a sense of words, language, and thought. I also have a hobby of swimming... At the same time, I am also a travel fan. I want to take a look, know what to know, and taste all kinds of tastes in different places and at different times.Compared with the word tourism, I prefer the word "roaming".Roaming is more relaxed and free and even more poetic.I have always dreamed of being a rover.Even in the early days of the passionate liberation, when I saw a Chinese painting, such as listening to the pine, watching the waterfall, lying on the rock or fishing in the snow - a lonely boat with hats and hats, fishing alone in the cold river and snow, I would There's an urge to wander... I've been troubled by it, I've found my mood too sour.Whether life, era, history, motherland, the world, success or setbacks, for me is not only a value category, but also a roaming category, aesthetic category, cognition category, enjoyment or consumption category.This last statement may be unaccustomed, even harsh.When changing my living environment and experiencing some events and regions that I have never experienced before, I am often intoxicated with experience, appreciation, surprise, novelty and curiosity.This may be my fault, which makes me a threshold difference from a good worker, practitioner, and doer: I often wander outside when I am in it.It is precisely after discovering the strangeness of the surrounding things that I cheer for the richness and joy of the world and life: everything has meaning, and nothing will be wasted. Always observe and listen, taste and learn, remember and reminisce, and weave And stretch, praise and sigh.Heh, this kind of wind from all directions is endless, the homeland is picturesque, and it feels so good to walk all over the green hills.

Value judgments will vary from person to person, time, place, and background: Take me for example, a teenager who dropped out of school to become a cadre in the revolution, a young man who wears a hat, and a middle-aged man who goes to Xinjiang. In terms of good and bad, good and bad, strong and weak, success and failure, bluntness, turbidity and turbidity... There may be different opinions and opinions, and various opinions and opinions will vary with time, place, people and trends.But there is no doubt about the meaning of travel and roaming in all these choices and destiny.Human beings want to read thousands of books, travel thousands of miles, know thousands of people, do hundreds of things, understand hundreds of principles, and behave in thousands of ways.Lao Wang just swam too much, saw too much, opened his eyes too much, explored too much, was rescued too much, met too much distress, and presented too much. Xiang has presented too much, and he has become today's Pharaoh.I watched the scenery, I appreciated the beauty, I hit a wall, and I gained insight and insight.I was intoxicated, I sang, I was a teenager, I bowed my head and confessed, I fell into the mud, I clung to the wind and embraced the moon, I went to hell (if I don’t go into it?), I went to heaven, I was in a state of embarrassment, I was rich and glorious, and Wealth is like floating clouds to me!

Going to Xinjiang has given me so much fun, happiness and enlightenment in roaming!I took the little goldfish from Beijing to Urumqi.When I climbed the Big Wild Goose Pagoda, I thought about Tang Xuanzhuang and the extremely pragmatic Zhu Bajie.I look at Chang'an in winter and think of the prosperity of the Han and Tang Dynasties.The ancients chanted: Chang'an is not seen, which makes people worry.Wang Meng said: "Chang'an is just a stop on the way. Passengers in Chang'an have to go far to Tianshan."I chew the long Hexi Corridor, Jinzhangye, Yinwuwei, Jiayuguan, Hongliuhe.I admire the Qinling Mountains and the eight hundred li Guanzhong Pingchuan.I like the majesty of the train going through the cave and the sudden enlightenment when it walks out of the cave.I like the clang of the wheels on the iron bridge, and the turbulence of the great river.It's 1958, I had an accident in the sports, and I thought my ideal way out would be to be a waiter on a train, passing a new place every minute, seeing some new passengers every time the train , every station is a story, everyone is a character...forever moving forward, never stopping.

After arriving in Urumqi, the first thing that shocked me was the songs of various ethnic groups played on the train station, and then the architecture, which was the Nanmen Bank in the Sheng Shicai period.It is a Soviet-aided People's Theater imitating the Tashkent style.It is the Great Mosque outside the South Gate.It is a signboard written horizontally in Uighur from right to left on the pavement.It is a method of translating and then translating at various meetings.It was Natasha, a Russian cleaning lady from the Federation of Literary and Art Circles.Going to the toilet is like climbing an iceberg.Each family piled up their own mountain of coal.Then there is the severe cold of minus 20 degrees, 30 degrees, and sometimes as high as 40 degrees. It is the god of ice and snow, and it is the flower of the fire. In winter, the indoor fire is roaring, and a room is like a locomotive.Uighur Proverb: Fire is the flower of winter!Blessed is the nation with such wisdom and expression. With what enthusiasm I meet and embrace the Uighurs!The world is wonderful, the earth is wonderful, I never felt so.