"Wow! The Foundation has booked all the tickets for me!" Ma Yinuo, who received the notification text message, held his mobile phone and shouted excitedly.

"Noir, what if a suitable company comes to the school for a job fair, and you miss it?" Zhang Jiening is afraid that Ma Yinuo will miss a good job opportunity.

"I checked the recent recruitment session, and only one company has a suitable position as a legal specialist, I have already made my resume, and I will check the notice every day, and if the delivery link is opened, I will use my mobile phone to vote." Ma Yinuo was also worried that during the recruitment season, his temporary departure would lead to losses, so he made full research and preparations.

"If I hear anything new, I'll tell you." Jiening always thinks about taking a step more for her sleeping friends, "I don't know if you have a signal there, in the barren mountains and mountains, you must pay attention to safety!" ”

"Barren mountains and mountains, haha, barren mountains and mountains, such a beautiful Qinghai-Tibet Plateau, in the eyes of our Jiening, it is barren mountains and mountains!" Ma Yinuo couldn't stand up with a straight smile.

Jiening glared at her and said, "It's not barren mountains and mountains, it's off the beaten track!" Don't leave the group, you must follow everyone. Also, be careful, if you feel signs of altitude sickness, tell others quickly, take measures quickly, and don't stand up on your own. ”

Listening to Jiening instructing her like a kindergarten child, Ma Yinuo's heart was warm and serious, so that her roommate could rest assured, and said: "I checked on the Internet, and the green post station we went to this time is in Golmud, at an altitude of only more than 2,000 meters, it's fine, it's not high." He added, "There are also signals, haha, you have to have confidence in our country's infrastructure capacity." ”

"Golmud" is a transliteration of the Mongolian language, which means "place where rivers are dense". This is the birthplace of the Yangtze River, as the source of the mother river that nourishes the land of China, but the people of Golmud have endured hardship for many years, fortunately, the traffic of the Qinghai-Tibet line has connected this land boundary with the outside world, and this year finally took off the hat of a poor county.

When Ma Yinuo stepped on the land of Golmud and looked at the majestic Kunlun, at that moment, she felt as if she was looking at heaven.

The long wind of hunting runs on the vast land, crosses the Qinghai-Tibet line that extends to the sky, passes through the poplar forest that absorbs the aura of heaven and earth and is stoic, picks the dew of Gesang flowers on the grassland, combs the soft fluff of the Tibetan antelope, and whizzes all the way, humming the heavenly tune, and chilling the clothes of the volunteers.

At this time, Maino and the volunteers who came with him felt like guardians inspired by the power of nature. When you come here, you will find a group of worshippers who are in awe of nature, who have come to protect the strange creatures of the plateau. In this beautiful place, there is a lot of pride.

And the next work is not as shocking and heroic as the scenery. They set off from the green station, carrying huge garbage bags, and walked along the Qinghai-Tibet line, picking up garbage on the roadside and vegetation.

This is the Qinghai-Tibet Plateau, which is close to heaven, and it is also close to the sun. Although it was autumn and the temperature was not too high, the thin air could not block so much ultraviolet rays, making the sunlight here more intense than in the plains.

Ma Yinuo is allergic to ultraviolet rays, and almost always has an umbrella to shade him when he goes out in summer. When I came to the plateau this time, I wrapped my face tightly with a windproof hat with a large cornice. But after walking along the highway one day, she was still sunburned, and her skin was itchy to the core, but she didn't dare to rub it to relieve the itch, because with her previous experience, as long as she couldn't help but scratch it, a painful red pimple would float, which was even more serious.

The sun went down and the wind calmed down. The volunteers finished the day, physically exhausted, but still emotional. Thinking of the Qinghai-Tibet land under his feet, which is stirred by movies and stories, no one wants to go back to their room early to rest.

They asked Brother Yang, a resident volunteer, if they could make a fire here, and after receiving a positive answer, they set up a bonfire at the post station.

Several young people, talking and laughing, all had the light of youth and dreams on their faces, which complemented the crackling sound of the campfire.

The sky was full of stars, and Ma Yinuo looked at the twinkling stars that he hadn't seen for a long time, and felt like he had returned to his childhood. At that time, she was looking up at the stars under the grape trellis with her childhood playmates. Although the stars in my hometown are not as bright and colorful as those seen on the plateau today, they are also full of stars, just like the constellation maps in geography books and astronomical picture books. She and her friends laughed and played, pointing their fingers to the sky and comparing the patterns of the Big Dipper, arguing about which one was the Sagittarius constellation, and guessing which two on both sides of the Milky Way were the Cowherd and Vega. In that distant childhood, no one was worried about the future and future, and only the stars were brilliant in their eyes. I don't know what year it started, but I couldn't see a few stars in the sky over the city anymore, let alone any complete constellations.

Sitting by the warm campfire, looking up, Ma Yinuo felt that the entire sea of stars was reflected in his eyes, and his mood opened up inexplicably. At this time, one of the volunteers sang a song, loud and beautiful, and everyone beat softly. In this situation, at this moment, it seems that words are superfluous, and only songs and melodies are worthy of this heavenly mountain range. It is no wonder that the Tibetan people are good at singing and dancing, in this vast land, who can bear not to indulge in singing, who can not bear to dance without wide sleeves.

The next few days were still exhausting and exciting. Looking at the garbage that was sorted and transported, Ma Yinuo's heart felt a sense of satisfaction.

At the moment of separation, Ma Yinuo finally couldn't help but ask the volunteers who were stationed at the Green Station: "Brother Yang, did you do literary and artistic work before you came to be a volunteer?" Is it a painter? ”

Maino's question also raised questions from other volunteers.

"Hahaha! I'm not a painter. Did you ask that because I had a long beard? Brother Yang smiled heartily, stroked his thick beard and said.

Ma Yinuo nodded and smiled embarrassedly, and the others also smiled and stared at Brother Yang's long cheeks and nodded.

"I don't grow a beard because I pursue literary style. It's that the sun on this plateau is too poisonous and the wind is too strong. If you shave your beard, you can't stand it. Brother Yang rubbed his chapped cheeks, hesitated for a moment and added, "I'm not a painter, I'm a veteran." ”

Brother Yang took the luggage from the car and handed it to everyone, and the volunteers smiled and took the large and small bags from him, but their eyes were covered with a layer of mist.

Entering the station, this group of like-minded and enthusiastic young people left the Qinghai-Tibet Plateau like a dream, left their sea of stars, and went to their own real life, continuing to experience their own joy and melancholy, high spirits or discouragement. Perhaps, in the days to come, they will also be indignant when they encounter the darkness of life or workplace, and even want to be reluctant to seek profit like others, but the fire and starlight of that day will show them the way, at least, when they hesitate to choose, summon their conscience, and give them a force from the Qinghai-Tibet Plateau.