The rolling water of the Yarkand River, like a tsunami roaring mercilessly all the way, Min Haoran's head is not present from time to time, and the people on the shore are panicked, but their legs can't run away from the flood, and there is no way to rescue them, so they can only watch in despair as Min Haoran is slowly swept into the stormy waves, disappearing from sight, sighing.

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On the day of the return, after eight days of travel, he finally set foot on a strange land, and along the way, Min Haoran sighed that the motherland is vast and rich.

In France, you can take a car for an hour to Germany, and another hour to Poland, but in Xinjiang, you can take a 10-hour car ride in Xinjiang, and another 10 hours, still in Xinjiang, sitting in the car, you can sleep until the sky is wild.

"Beer, drinks, mineral water, melon seeds, peanuts, ham sausages, ah, shrink your feet, let your buttocks let go." "At that time, I was still riding a green-skinned and smoking train, running like a turtle, stopping at all stations, and stopping for a long time, every few hours, the conductor pushed the car back and forth without squinting, and the cart was pinched in the hands of the pieces of wool and penny, and the mouth was standardized and kept shouting.

In order to save expenses, Min Haoran bought a hard-seat ticket, there was no boiling water supply, and he was reluctant to drink a few yuan a bottle of mineral water. Fortunately, there are some local people at each station who carry plastic pots to sell boiling water at the train station for five cents a cup, and they don't need to get off the train and pour water through the train window. At each stop, the whole car wafts with a strong smell of instant noodles.

Although there is a certain danger in selling water at the railway station, some stations don't care, knowing that it is the people who make a living, they will turn a blind eye, and some station staff will drive away, but to no avail, you will drive the people here and run to the other end with the pot.

Min Haoran works for the county party committee in southern Xinjiang, which is located in the middle of China's territory. (Jiangnan, pronounced the same as 'Jiangnan', no specific reference)

When Min Haoran first came, the county party committee arranged for him to live in a mud house with dry bases.

Dry rampage is to clamp the two sides of the wall with wooden planks, and the middle is tamped with soil. The floor was covered with adobe bricks, and the reed mats on the roof were covered with thick soil. Such a house has the advantage that it is warm in winter and cool in summer.

At that time, there was such a house that could be regarded as luxurious, this used to be an apartment where the leader lived, and later the leader moved to a brick house, and these dry and fortified earthen houses became the sweets of the cadres of the organs, and the unit also specially formulated a distribution plan, which was scored according to the length of service and level, and the people who were assigned to the house were as happy as newlyweds and sounded firecrackers.

According to the regulations, Min Haoran is not qualified to live in such a house, and the county party committee has given special attention to Min Haoran as a talent introduction.

At that time, there were no steel fences in the windows of the house, and people could climb in at will, and Min Haoran's 1,000 yuan in cash was not at ease in the accompanying box, so he wrapped the money in newspaper and threw it under the bed.

"Please note that the staff of all units directly under the county government are playing an emergency notice below. Due to the sudden rise in the water level in the upper reaches of the Yarkand River, please prepare for flood control. In the early morning of the third day of Min Haoran's arrival in Jiangnan County, the sound of radio music outside suddenly stopped, and an emergency notice was played.

"Such good weather, where did the flood come from. Min Haoran walked on the way to work and wondered, the sky was blue, and there was not even a single cloud, so he didn't think so.

In southern Xinjiang County at the beginning of August, the sun was hot, coupled with the dry air, and nosebleeds were frequent, so Min Haoran wiped the blood from his nostrils while walking.

Walking to the door of the unit, Min Haoran saw that some of the personnel of the unit were wearing camouflage uniforms, some were wearing labor uniforms, with various sunhats buttoned on their heads, and holding iron lifts, cantuman and other tools in their hands to gather at the unit from the outside.

A dilapidated Jiefang car was parked in the middle of the yard, next to a walk-behind tractor, and Mu Sha Tik was struggling to start the tractor with a rocker.

Mu Sha is a worker in the unit, thick eyebrows and thick hanging whiskers, long eyelashes like two puff fans attached to the eyebrows, a smile on his face from time to time, wearing a dark green flower hat all year round, no culture, Chinese is not very good at speaking, but the jokes are evil.

Although the Musha people are five big and three thick, they speak like a girl, their father's voice is paternal, and they are girly, especially they often like to say the words "I hate to death", which is both feminine and mutton, so people are used to adding the word 'Han' after his name.

Mushahan has a mocking meaning, and the word 'han' generally appears in women's names, and the word 'han' is suffixed to the Uyghur male name, which means that the man has femininity, which is equivalent to 'two chairs' in Chinese. Everyone is used to it, and Musha is not angry.

Musha is responsible for opening the unit's tractor, printing materials with mimeographing machines and planting the unit's sideline land. The unit has a sideline plot where all kinds of vegetables are grown, and on Fridays, Musha will drive a tractor to the vegetable field to pull vegetables.

"Today's plug is good, yo bubble stopper, ask for stopper, hey yo inside a loose. (Today's dishes are good, there are cabbage, leeks, and green onions) Mu Sha's woman's mutton-flavored Mandarin often amused the cadres of the organs who lined up to receive the dishes laughed.

Min Haoran was dressed very formally, with a white shirt, black pants, shiny leather shoes, and a little mousse on his hair, which was incompatible with other staff.

"Oh yeba langza (oh, lad), how are you dressed so neatly. Today, everyone is going to flood control, but flood control has to work, how can you work if you dress like this? Zhou Gengshui saw Min Haoran's dress and smiled from ear to ear.

"Flood control, Mr. Zhou, the weather has been so good these days, and it hasn't rained, where did the flood come from?" Min Haoran thought that like Jiangnan, there could only be floods after a violent storm. The government agencies may be acting for flood control and will not really work. Besides, where does the flood come from, so they don't think about flood control.

Zhou Gengshui and Min Haoran are in the same office, about 50 years old, a very honest old comrade.

In the 70s of the last century, there was a drought, and Zhou Gengshui took his wife and children from Shaanxi to Huaguang Farm in Jiangnan County to join relatives. Almost all of the people at Huaguang Farm are from Gansu, and several Uyghur villagers living on the farm have also learned to speak Gansu.

Zhou Gengshui worked as a temporary teacher on the farm and became a full-time teacher in the early 90s. He usually loves to write, and often publishes some articles in journals, and because of his good writing skills, he was transferred to work in the county party committee.

Min Haoran's house Zhou Gengshui also lived for a while. I don't know who once planted a grape in the yard, and it grew luxuriantly, and every summer, the grape branches climbed all over the shelves, and the coveted bunches of grapes hung upside down. Zhou Gengshui often climbed to the grape trellis to pick grapes, so the relationship between the two was very good, and during the New Year's holidays, Min Haoran would be called to his home as a guest.

"Xiao Min, you don't know the climate of Xinjiang, although there is not a decent rain in southern Xinjiang County a year, but in July and August, the snow on the Kunlun Mountains will melt, and the snow water will rush down the Yarkand River. Xinjiang County is located in the middle and lower reaches of the Yarkand River, and one year a flood flooded the entire county. Lao Zhou put his hands on the handle of the iron lift, leaned forward and leaned on it, and said with a smile.

The people of the unit climbed into the car one after another, and the two cars gasped and spit black smoke and drove towards the flood control site.

"Mu Shahan, you are a melon seed, did you go out and sweep the yard today?" Li Jian asked Mu Sha with a smile, and a carload of people looked at Li Jian in unison, not knowing what he meant by asking.

"'Little ghosts' (similar to fucking, but not that dirty), what are you doing sweeping the yard?" asked Musha, confused.

"You are the 'bear eagle', your sheep (wife) is the 'pigeon', the bear eagle is not there, the 'pigeon' ran away. If the 'pigeon' doesn't run, the other 'eagles' will also come, so go home to see if there are any footprints, and if there are footprints, it means that a man has come to your house to find you. Li Jian laughed at the carload of people.

Musha didn't get angry, knowing that it was to make fun of him. He pointed to Li Jian's crotch and said: "Hey, you 'Shayi Mahon' (wife is strict), your 'pigeon' is very sassy (powerful), the door is closed, your 'eagle' doesn't fly back quickly, and the 'pigeon' flies away somewhere else." Hate to die. A carload of people looked at Li Jian's crotch in unison.

Li Jian looked down and saw that it was over, the pants were not buttoned, the 'gate' was grinning open, and the red underwear was seen by everyone, so he hurriedly turned around and buttoned his pants, his face was flushed, and a carload of people leaned forward and backwards.

Whether it is after tea and dinner, or when work is leisure, or when work is free, the cadres and workers of the organs will always talk and laugh like this, and have fun with each other.

The flood control site is two kilometers away from the county seat, and Min Haoran saw a sea of people on both sides of the Yarkand River, all of whom were staff members from various units and villagers from various villages, men, women, and children all went into battle, and tractors of all sizes pulled wood and willow branches like tired donkeys about to lie down and ran on the shore with a roar, raising a cloud of dust.

Red flags were displayed on the side of the car, and big red slogans written in Uyghur Chinese such as "Strictly guard against death, people are on the embankment" and "The responsibility of flood control is heavier than Mount Tai, and the interests of the people are above all else", and the horns kept shouting slogans to cheer for the masses.

The source of the Yarkand River is the snowmelt water of the Kunlun Mountains.

Kunlun Mountain is snow-capped all year round, especially famous is Qiaogoli Peak, Gonger Jiubie Peak, Muztag Peak, known as "Kunlun Three Heroes", the peak is high into the clouds, majestic, cold and steep, clean and immaculate, if it is not a sunny day, its figure is always hidden in the sea of clouds and fog, and it will not easily reveal the 'true face of Lushan', if it is in the clear sky, thousands of miles away, the snow-white peaks are sandwiched with the road glacier that stretches out to the snow line, just like the glacier princess for the snow-capped mountain prince singing and dancing elegant white skirt and long sleeves. If you go to Tashkurgan County, you can pass by the "Kunlun Three Heroes" at close proximity along the way, see the dignity, and whisper with it.

Some people can conquer Mount Everest, but they can't conquer Muztag Peak, which is known as the "father of icebergs", and I heard that a Japanese mountaineer died on the waist of the mountain and rested on the glacier.

According to legend, there lived a glacier princess on Muztag Peak, and she was in love with the prince of the snow-capped mountain who lived on the second highest peak in the world, Chogri Peak, and the vicious king was very unhappy when he found out, so he split the two connected peaks with a magic stick, and separated the glacier princess and the snow-capped mountain prince, a pair of lovers who sincerely loved each other. The glacier princess misses the prince of the snow-capped mountains all day long, and the tears that keep pouring out eventually flow into the glacier, so the Muztag peak is regarded by the young men and women of the Tajik ethnic group as a symbol of pure love.

The snow line of the Kunlun Mountains rises and falls with the change of seasons. In the summer, the hot weather causes the snow line to move upward, and the melted snow water forms a trickle that converges into a surging river, like a wild horse galloping and pouring into the Tarim River.

With a total length of 970 kilometers, the Yarkand River has fed millions of people in the Yarkand Oasis, the largest oasis in Xinjiang, for generations. Therefore, in the summer, the people living along the river have to go out to prevent floods.

The tragic story circulated among the people explains the origin of the name of the Yarkand River.

According to legend, in the distant era, there was an ordinary small village at the foot of Kunlun Mountain, and a young man named Yaerqiang in the village grew up eating a hundred family meals when his parents died.

When Yarkand was 18 years old, the village was hit by a once-in-a-century drought, and the village decided to select a witty and brave man to go deep into the mountains to find water.

In order to repay the kindness of the villagers, Yarkand took the initiative to ask Ying to receive the order, and carried his bags alone along the dry riverbed over the mountains and mountains to find water.

Two months have passed, and no water source has been found, and the dry food and water on his body have been depleted. In front of a snow-capped mountain, Yarkand picked up the snow and ate it in a big gulp, but the hungry and cold Yarkand finally fell in the snow.

Yarkand lay on the snow and had a dream that the snow melted into a stream and flowed to his distant hometown, but when he woke up, it was still snowy in front of him, and he got up from the snow and continued to walk.

After crossing the ninety-nine mountains, we arrived at the Peak of Chogri, which was transformed into an elderly man with silver hair and a waist-length beard. The elder told Yarkand: "If you want to find water, you have to endure great hardships. Yarkand replied: "If I have a water source, I am willing to go to the soup and go to the fire." ”

The elder was sincerely moved by Yarkand, gave him a water hyacinth, and instructed him: "This is a treasure gourd, standing on a high place can pour out spring water, the higher the station, the bigger the water." ”

Yarkand obtained this treasure, and rushed to his hometown in the starry night, climbed to the highest place, but tripped over thorns, and the treasure gourd fell into the mountain stream, and a clear spring appeared where it fell, but unfortunately the flow was too small.

The treasure that he had worked hard to get all the way fell in his hands, Yarkand felt sorry for the elders, and even more sorry for the old folks who nursed him, and felt guilty, so he jumped off the cliff and fell into the spring, which suddenly became a big river with rolling waves, which completely changed the current situation of drought and lack of water in the village, and in order to commemorate this young hero, the people named this river Yarkand River.

Min Haoran glanced around, and saw more than a dozen people in the unit lined up in a line, lining up from the shore to the shore, passing mud to the shore solitaire.

Min Haoran saw that the main leaders of the county not far away were also the same as their colleagues, not afraid of being dirty or tired, pulling their pants and working together, he was very moved, and he couldn't care about dressing, so he rolled up his trouser sleeves and joined the labor team.

At noon, the laborers sat in groups on the ground in the forest belt on the shore, some of them brought sheets and other things to spread on the ground, and each put the naan, mustard, beef jerky, and steamed dumplings brought from home in the middle.

Everyone talked and laughed, tasted each other's fruit food, chatted and ate, some said meat jokes, and some hummed two sentences of hometown polls, making a lot of fun.

Everyone brought the most naan.

Naan is one of the staple foods in Xinjiang, and there is a local proverb: "You can't live without naan for a day".

Legend has it that a long time ago, the often dry Tarim River could not provide enough drinking water for herders. One day, the thirsty shepherd Turhong was roasted by the sun and couldn't stand it, so he ran back to his house more than ten miles away, plunged into the water tank, and when he came out, the water on his head was steaming because of the heat, so he desperately grabbed a piece of dough from the sheep gangzi and a good piece of dough on the plate next to him, and fastened it tightly on his head like a felt hat, and the dough was cold and silky, and it was very comfortable.

The sun was still burning, and Turhong ran towards the flock, and as he ran, he smelled a fragrance, and he looked left and right, and he didn't know what it was.

After a while, a red willow root under his feet tripped him, and the dough on his head shattered, and the fragrance became stronger and stronger. He picked up a small piece of broken dough and put it in his mouth to chew, the more he chewed, the more fragrant it became, it was very delicious, and slowly evolved into today's naan.

Naan is round, has a long history in Xinjiang, and was called "Hu cake" and "furnace cake" in ancient times.

Naan is made of flour as the main raw material, mostly fermented noodles, kneaded into dough, without alkali and put a little salt, sesame, onion, eggs, clear oil, ghee, milk, sugar and other condiments, and baked in a special oven.

Because of its simple production, long-term storage, and easy to carry, naan is a necessary marching food in ancient times, and now it has become a must-carry gift for people to travel far away and visit relatives and friends.

There are many varieties of naan, and the common ones are meat naan, oil naan, wowo naan, hilman naan, pimple naan and so on.

Naan is usually served with tea, milk tea and mutton soup, and the flavor is strong.

Uyghur villagers make naan, both men and women, and every household stacks the largest and smallest naan from the bottom to the top, arranges them into a tower, and places them in the center of the table to entertain guests.

The people have taboos on naan, such as not allowed to count, can not throw naan dregs in the place where they step on their feet, can not be wasted, and the naan dregs that fall on the ground should be picked up and put in a high place for birds to eat.

In the eyes of the villagers, naan is life, and there is a proverb called "naan is faith, no naan suffers." ”

When getting married, the bride and groom eat a small piece of naan with salt water, symbolizing happiness and growing old together.

The recreation area is a glade between sea buckthorn forests. The area of sea buckthorn forest is very large, and there should be tens of thousands of acres.

On the branches of the forest, orange-red sea buckthorn hangs in bunches of branches, beautiful and delicious, all kinds of unknown birds dance happily in the forest, and occasionally pheasants and hares are bold and fly to and fro towards humans.

Listen to the locals, sea buckthorn oil anti-inflammatory muscle, for the treatment of myocardial ischemia, hyperlipidemia, coronary atherosclerosis also has a good effect, and can kill cancer cells, in the folk legend once there was a fire in the sea buckthorn forest, a villager was burned by a large area of fire in the fire extinguishing, is cured with the juice of sea buckthorn pressing.

"Why hasn't it been exploited?" Min Haoran asked curiously, saying that because of its proximity to the desert, the local people said that trees were gifts from God, so they had a natural respect for wild plants.

In order to protect the trees, some residents have built a fence with earth on the trees that grow next to their houses to prevent hares from biting them. Now that there are more forests, the villagers have tried to prevent rabbit bites by applying white lime to the tree poles and tying up dead grass, and the earth walls surrounding the trees can still be seen as ruins, but if you go to Tashkurgan County, you can also see the complete forest protection walls built by the villagers with stones along the way.

"It doesn't matter, it can be developed protectively, that is, to cultivate forests and produce fruits, and such a large area of sea buckthorn can produce great economic benefits. Min Haoran was surprised that such a good resource could not be used well.

"Hehe, the resources are good, but who will develop them, the locals don't have the technology or the awareness, and the outsiders will come to us. Li Jian said self-deprecatingly.

"There are a lot of pheasants and hares in this forest, and we often come to catch them when we are fine, especially in winter, and we can catch hundreds of them a day. Li Jian had a 'hero' smile on his face.

"Is it easy to catch rabbits, can you catch so many in a day?" Min Haoran was a little skeptical.

Five or six people each swept the grass with a long stick in their hands, and slowly closed a piece of grass, and finally formed a small plot, and the rabbits jumped up and down, swept with sticks, and caught a hundred or so at will. Li Jian smiled proudly.

At this time, Min Haoran's mind flashed the scene of the ancient tribe hunting.

"Comrades, Hong Feng will pass through the southern section of Liujiang tonight, and everyone must complete the task of widening and heightening before 10 o'clock in the evening in accordance with the requirements of the flood control headquarters." A small four-wheeled car drove slowly past on the shore, and the big horn on it shouted hysterically.

Around ten o'clock in the evening, it was finally completed. There is a two-hour time difference between Xinjiang and the mainland, so the sun is still hanging high.

"Now everyone 'Hamas' (all) comes home for dinner, comes back with a full stomach, brings a quilt, sleeps on the construction site at night, and makes the flood well... of the past. The chief of staff, Amaijan Bharati, shouted with a loudspeaker.

All the personnel slowly climbed into the two cars, looking a little tired.

Min Haoran felt that Director Aimaijiang's words were a little ridiculous: on a hot day, the scorching sun roasted people to the point that they were about to peel off their skins, and they all wanted to lie in the river for the night, and asked everyone to bring quilts, not to take off their pants and fart - what a big move.

However, he disagreed with Ai Maijiang's words, which made Min Haoran suffer a big loss.

Min Haoran didn't have a quilt to bring, but he brought an extra sweater, and sat on the shore with five or six people including Mu Sha and Li Jian after dinner to play a game of "asking for wine".

"Asking for Alcohol" is similar to the gameplay of "Trick Gold".

The wine is brought by Musha, and it is said that drinking alcohol can keep out the cold. In front of him, Kunlun Tequ was placed in the middle, a wine glass was placed on the side, he gave everyone a playing card, and then asked who to drink, who felt that his card was the smallest and took the initiative to drink, if no one drank, everyone turned over the poker, and whoever was the smallest drank a double glass. Sometimes the youngest didn't drink, and everyone "laughed" at the person who drank.

It was already one o'clock in the morning after drinking the two bottles of wine, and several people put newspapers on the ground, spread out the quilts and spread out the newspapers to prepare for sleep.

The four of them brought quilts, two mattresses and two covers, and when they saw that Min Haoran didn't bring a quilt, they said, "Come and squeeze it, it's warmer when there are more people." ”

The booze quickly led them into their dreams. The entire riverbank was snored.

In the middle of the night, Min Haoran was woken up by the cold wind, shivering from the cold.

Min Haoran pulled the quilt and barely pulled it over a little, but after a while, it was rolled over again, and he could only cover his half-pulled buttocks, and he rolled it around like this all night.

I didn't expect it to be so cold at night, and I almost didn't fall asleep in the second half of the night, Min Haoran prayed that the sky would wake up quickly.

The east is white, the sky is still dark, the earth is still sleepy in the arms of the unruly flood, Min Haoran got up and increased the heat by running.

At this time, the flood peak was flowing through southern Xinjiang County, and the roaring flood was rolling down with sediment.

Min Haoran looked at the external test of the shore while running, observing whether there were any loopholes, and thought that maybe he could make a contribution.

I didn't run far, but I really saw a small stream of water bubbling out.

Min Haoran thought it was just a small hole, and he could go down and find the hole and step on two feet to block the hole.

In my hometown in the south of the Yangtze River, there are often holes drilled by yellow eels in the ridges that cause water leakage in the rice fields, so it's good to step on two feet.

Min Haoran didn't expect that his hometown was clay, but here was sandy loam, the entrance of the cave was getting bigger and bigger, and the riverbank instantly burst the embankment for hundreds of meters with a bang, and the muddy water hugged him and rushed to the people who were still asleep.

"The levee has burst, the levee has burst," Min Haoran shouted as he struggled in the flood.

The people who woke up quickly climbed ashore, only to see Min Haoran being swept away by the flood and drifting away, his head disappearing.

"Attention, the pole is going to fall. At this time, a telephone pole that had been flooded was slowly tilting after being soaked in the floodwater, and the people in the unit only ran towards Min Haoran, not paying attention to the surrounding situation, and Min Haoran shouted in the water.

When people looked up, the telephone pole had fallen, and the wire crossed the arm of the Aimaijiang River, and the Aimaijiang fell with a "crooked river", and the electric current exploded in the water.

Fortunately, Aimaijiang is fine, but his arm is electroswollen.

Not far away, a downed telephone pole was smashed into an ICBC staff. The worker was lucky, and the rabbit burrowed into a mud pit dug during the harvest, and the telephone pole lay across his head.

Min Haoran was swept away by the flood under everyone's helpless gaze.

Everyone stared dryly as Min Haoran slowly disappeared.

The county quickly organized villagers downstream to rescue along the road, but to no avail.

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The people here call the water of the Yarkand River 'Salang (head problem) water', and they do not follow the conventional path, like a drunken 'spoon', ignoring the feelings of the earth and human beings, and playing with their temper and rampage, which can prevent this and cannot prevent that, and every year when the flood comes, thousands of acres of fertile land will be washed away.

In order to tame the flood, a flood dam will be built at dangerous places and bends to guide the direction of the flood and reduce the momentum of the flood.

The flood dam plays a very important role in flood control, once the flood dam is broken, it will wash the embankment, and the villagers must be organized to strengthen it in time.

Twenty kilometers away from the county seat, Maimaitijan Sawut, a villager from Pozilab, and his own Yanggangzi were in charge of guarding the flood dam under the organization of the township.

Today, as usual, Maimaitijan Sawut and his Yanggangzi got up early to investigate the flood dam.

Maimaitijiang used wooden sticks to pick up the miscellaneous branches and trees blocked between the pillars of the flood dam. At this time, he saw a handful of black hair fluttering in the forks of the branches between the pillars of the flood dam, and thought that someone's cow baby was washed down by the flood, so he hurriedly lifted the hair up, but he didn't expect to bring up a person, so frightened that the sheep Gangzi of Maimaitijiang Sawuti almost fainted.

"Baranza, Baranza, wake up, wake up. Maimaitijan Sawuti put the unconscious Min Haoran flat on the flood dam and shook it non-stop.

"Hu Tong (wife), go back to the village and report, this Balangzi doesn't seem to be able to do it. Maimaitijan Sawuti shook and instructed his own sheep.

When the villagers arrived, Min Haoran vomited a stomach of yellow water under the constant shaking of the Maimaitijiang River and woke up. Everyone hurriedly sent it to the county people's hospital.

Fortunately, Min Haoran grew up in the south, played in the water since he was a child, and his dog planing skills are good. But the flood was fierce, and it bit at him like a hungry wolf.

Min Haoran wandered in the flood for a day, but he struggled not to get ashore.

I don't know how long it was dark, but Min Haoran inadvertently caught a wooden branch. At this time, he was exhausted and unable to struggle, so he clung to the wooden branch and held on. In the middle of the night, slowly exhausted by his strength, he simply stuck his whole hand into the messy pile of branches to prevent the flood from sweeping it away, and he passed out. The next day, it was discovered by the old man of Maimaitijiang, who was guarding the flood control dam.

After staying in the hospital for three days, Min Haoran insisted on going to the flood control site with other personnel to continue flood control.

Fortunately, there are two flood control dams, one broke down and the other was broken, Min Haoran secretly rejoiced, otherwise the good thing would not have been done, but he would have become a sinner of the people of Jiangnan County.

In the past few days, Min Haoran has suffered from headaches, at first I thought it was just a cold, but a week has passed, and the condition has still not improved, and there are still bloodshot coughs. Min Haoran went to the county people's hospital for further examination, and the doctor advised him to be hospitalized immediately because his lungs were already very infected.

During his time in the hospital, he missed his parents and hometown very much. At this time, it is the busy season of farming, and the parents must be working early and late again, the fields are all ploughed and planted by the villagers, and the grandmother must be in front of the stove to open the lid and scoop rice.

What about my Ru Yan, what is she doing, does she miss me?

On the first day of Min Haoran's arrival in southern Xinjiang, he wrote a letter to his parents and Zhao Ruyan to report his safety, but it would take a few months for the letter to reach them, and there was no phone in the countryside.

Thinking of them, Min Haoran couldn't help but burst into tears and fell into deep thought.

At this moment, colleagues Xu Jiao and Huang Xiaoli knocked on the door with fruit in their hands.

"Xiao Min, are you better?" Xu Jiao is lively and sweet-talking, his long hair is meticulously combed, tall, with a thin willow waist, beads with sensational water, lips are delicate and shy, his cheeks are embedded with dimples, and his smile is like an apricot stamen.

"You southerners are barbarians, you don't use your brains, you only know how to do brutes, if it weren't for the two flood control dams, we landlubbers would have drowned. Huang Xiaoli dragged her hair back, unkemptly drooping a ponytail, revealing a high forehead, a pair of exaggerated glasses hanging on the bridge of her nose, grinning, unconcealed, and her big mouth occupied half of her face when she laughed, and her words were unreasonable, which made Min Haoran embarrassed.

"It's okay, it's a little problem, and I'm bothering you to come and see me. By the way, you're not from Xinjiang, you look smart, not like a Xinjiang person. Min Haoran got up from the hospital bed and asked Xu Jiao curiously, presumably the delicate and handsome Xu Jiao, like himself, also came from the mainland to pursue her dreams.

"Ala Haiyin, however, Xiao Huang and I are authentic Xinjiang people, born here and grew up here, isn't it? Xu Jiao said mischievously and told the story of her mother.

Xu Jiao's mother is from Shanghai. More than half a century ago, a delicate Shanghai girl, in response to the call of "going to the mountains and going to the countryside", despite the strong opposition of her family, with enthusiasm, bid farewell to the flowery Shanghai, and took the initiative to ask Ying to support the construction of the frontier. Listening to the story of "mutton is eaten as rice, milk is drunk as water", singing the loud song of "Spark of Stars", he stepped into Xinjiang with high spirits.

However, after arriving at the destination, where can there be mutton rice, where can there be milk and water, and what meets their eyes is not only the desert is the Gobi, which is barren, and they only see a few twisted sand pillars turning left and right with the tornado, swaying far and near.

But delicate, she did not fear, did not retreat, but together with intellectual young people from all over the country, in the vast land north and south of the Tianshan Mountains, with shovels, pickaxes and plows on the eternal wasteland sweat and blood, a vigorous, fighting heaven and earth, heaven and earth battle resounded in the sky.

Jin Maofang, a well-educated youth from Shandong Province who was born in a landlord family, is a female man with fire in her heart and light in her eyes, sitting in a high driver's seat, straightening her body, raising her hair in the wind, driving a tractor to set a labor record of sowing 120 acres of land in one day, and completing 20 years of work in seven years, so she has also become the "tractor girl" on the front of the old one-yuan banknote, and is affectionately called "RMB girl" by people.

When the national leader met with the educated youth from all over the country, he said to Jin Maofang: "A person is not born by himself, but the path can be chosen." In 2008, the Xinjiang Production and Construction Corps awarded Jin Maofang the title of "Gobi Mother", and the "Motes" tractor she drove is now collected by the Corps Military Reclamation Museum and is a national first-class revolutionary cultural relic.

It is with such a group of educated youths who go to Tiger Mountain that the most beautiful snow lotus blooms at the foot of the Tianshan Mountains.

The years of burning passion carved an indelible mark on Xu Jiao's mother's heart.

In the 80s of the last century, the policy allowed Shanghai educated youths to return to their hometowns, and arranged for their children to settle down for employment, most of the Shanghai educated youths returned to Shanghai, but her mother was reluctant to give up on Xinjiang and finally chose to stay. Xu Jiao, who was originally a Shanghai Xiaoni, resolutely chose to stay under the influence of her mother.

Some educated youths who went back returned to live in Xinjiang within a few years.

"You have come from the distant Tianshan Mountains, and the snow-capped mountains are your beautiful home. You are the holiest flower in the world, and you melt my heart. The snowlotus on the iceberg, my world is full of your concerns······ The world has been scattered for decades, and the sea of flowers floats and sighs with white hair. Snow Lotus, Snow Lotus, is not afraid of the cold and ice pressure of the snow, drifts down the red dust and walks to the end of the world, and takes root in the depths of the snow-capped mountains. (Snow Lotus)

Xinjiang is like this, she is like a mysterious girl, neither the delicate of the coast, the beauty of the south of the Yangtze River, the spicy of Sichuan and Chongqing, nor the concubine smile of Chang'an, Lan Xinhui of the Northeast, but she has a broad mind, wild gentleness, romantic free and easy, and a towering backbone.

Min Haoran was in awe of the 'Shanghai Silver' in front of him.

There is no time to be quiet, but it is only with the selfless burden of the ancestors that Xinjiang has undergone earth-shaking changes. In 1985, when the national leaders visited Xinjiang, they wrote an inscription for the educated youth: "Historical contributions coexist with Tuomufeng, and new achievements flow with the Tarim River", which expressed the bitterness and happiness of the educated youth.

"Look at you, a high-caliber student in the mainland, you can't adapt to the water and soil in Xinjiang. As soon as he came, he fell ill, and Sorazin (very bad). Xu Jiao put the fruit on the table next to the bed and grimaced at Min Haoran.

The road was in a hurry, and Xu Jiao's cheeks were flushed.

"Hehe, what is this, I have suffered more in my hometown than this. Min Haoran was very moved by Xu Jiao and Huang Xiaoli to see him, and he was also a little uncomfortable, he couldn't stand, he couldn't sit, he didn't know what to do.

"You're very stubborn, and you're hard-mouthed, this is just the beginning, and the pain is still to come. The weather here is dry, hot during the day and cold at night, 'wearing a cotton jacket in the morning, wearing yarn in the afternoon, and eating watermelon in the evening with a stove', which is our Xinjiang. When you understand the 'Ten Monsters', you will know the commotion in Xinjiang. It was Xu Jiaoluo who generously took the initiative to sit on the edge of the bed.

Huang Xiaoli saw that Min Haoran and Xu Jiao were talking and laughing, and she didn't pay much attention to her, and she couldn't say anything, so she dragged a medical iron stool next to Xu Jiao and sat down.

"I grew up in the countryside and have strong adaptability, but this time I don't know about Xinjiang, so I made such a fuss. What are the 'Ten Monsters' you are talking about, are they fierce?" Min Haoran felt rude, and did not beckon Xu Jiao and Huang Xiaoli to sit down, and stood stiffly, thinking that Xu Jiao and Huang Xiaoli would leave after a few words of greeting.

Min Haoran thought that the 'Ten Monsters' in Xu Jiao's mouth were rare things that he had never seen.

"The ten monsters are 'it raining in the east and drying in the west, you have to bring a leather jacket in summer, melons and fruits are undefeated in all seasons, men love to wear flower hats, make beds outside the gate, there is no wine and food at the wedding banquet, you don't need chopsticks to eat with your hands, you mix belts in a large plate of chicken, you eat baked naan like a pot lid, and the girls of the Corps are not public'. Xu Jiao clapped her hands and sang the 'Ten Monsters' in one breath as if she were a joke.

"There is also 'the beauty of Shihezi, the Han of Bazhou, and the Balangzi of Kashgar are full of street waves (waves here refer to fashion)'. Huang Xiaoli also squeezed into a sentence with a beat, brushing her sense of existence.

"You're slipping away, and you don't have a relationship with the Ten Monsters (it doesn't matter). Xu Jiao looked at Huang Xiaoli and said with a smile, Huang Xiaoli blushed and rolled her eyes.

Min Haoran stood beside the bed in surprise and looked at Xu Jiao, who was beaming proudly opposite.

"Wait for you, let's go to the desert to play, so that you can appreciate the style of the first desert of the motherland. Xu Jiao saw Min Haoran's embarrassment and giggled.

"Okay, I heard that Taklamakan means 'those who go in and can't get out', let's see if we can come out. Min Haoran saw that Xu Jiao and Huang Xiaoli had no intention of leaving immediately, and sat on the other side of the hospital bed.

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"Okay, you slowly recuperate, we still have to go to work and leave first, if there is anything, you can squeak, and everyone will help you." The biggest characteristic of Xinjiang people is that they are willing to help others, and you will be able to appreciate it after a long time. ”

After chatting about some family things, Xu Jiao stood up, flashed out, and made a goodbye gesture at the door, and Huang Xiaoli followed Xu Jiao and also made a goodbye gesture.

Huang Xiaoli and Xu Jiao are a big dean, and they play big. Xu Jiao is a child of a cadre, and she is lively, smart, sweet-hearted, and loved by everyone, while Huang Xiaoli's father is a worker, and she feels that she is shorter than Xu Jiao since she was a child, and she feels that Xu Jiao is arrogant and prejudiced against her, and always looks for opportunities to 'frame' Xu Jiaoqiu's psychological balance. When I was a child, we played games together, and as long as we lost to Xu Jiao, we would run home sulking and squeamish.

When I was in elementary school, there was no heating in the classroom, so in order to keep warm, everyone liked to play the game of 'squeezing oil residue'. A group of students stand close to the wall, squeezing from both ends to the middle, whoever is squeezed out will be eliminated, and a game will be played with heat.

Xu Jiao was squeezed out in a game, Huang Xiaoli quietly stretched out her toes and tripped Xu Jiao seemingly unintentionally, Xu Jiao's palms were bald, Huang Xiaoli hurriedly stepped forward to help Xu Jiao, and tore off the corner of her torn clothes to help Xu Jiao bandage.

No matter in the snowball, snowman building, snowball fight, ice skating car, jumping rope, weaving flower baskets, kicking shuttlecocks and other game activities, if you don't have a chance, you have to find a chance to stumble Xu Jiao, and you are busy pretending to be a good person, and you are extremely scheming.

In snowball fights, everyone else is a snowball, and she specializes in ice slag balls, although the ball is small in her hand, the ball is still big, and others throw it at people to prevent injury, she does open her eyes and close her eyes to focus on the front and back of the person's face, and the others who hit it screamed, while she grinned secretly with a mouth half the size of her face.

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Great wisdom stretches calmly, small wisdom is right and wrong, what a person has in mind, what will trouble him for a lifetime. Huang Xiaoli is the kind of person who has a small belly and chicken intestines, does not feed a large pattern, does not steam steamed buns to fight for breath, and grabs the butt of a bee to lick it, just because of Xu Jiao's existence, but he has a grudge against Min Haoran all his life, and in the future life journey, he not only broke up Min Haoran and Xu Jiao, but also almost buried Min Haoran's political career.