In late September, I finished threshing winter grass for my family, and a little later, I went to a remote township in the county to report to work, and became a small officer, mainly responsible for animal husbandry, which was quite consistent with my life background, although it was not the kind of work I expected, but it was also a good life.

It's just that it's a little further from home, about 200 kilometers, there is no through car, and there is not a decent road. I wanted to go to the township where Murat was located, but behind the heavy reading glasses of the director of personnel, I saw a mocking answer in my rolling eyes, so I had to give up.

The work is monotonous and boring, and for me, there is no difficulty factor, and I can do it when I get started. My old section chief's surname is Wang, and he retired after 3 years, so he let me do it, and he was happy every day, a cup of tea, a newspaper, read for a long time, and then hold a teacup for half a day, and then get off work, and live a free life.

Seeing him like this, I began to worry about my future, if this continues, when will I get through it?

There are less than 3,000 men, women and children in the town, and the township government is the most luxurious building in the town, a brick and concrete bungalow, half a small courtyard, and it burns coal for heating in winter.

The others were mud clods, or even thatched huts with dry ramparts, and few decent shops. There is only one street, cow and sheep dung everywhere, muddy on rainy days, dusty on sunny days, and very difficult living conditions. People's happiness index is extremely low, let alone the so-called spiritual life.

I live in an office in the township primary school, because there are not many students, only a few teachers, so I arranged to live here, and there is a pressurized water well, which is easier to carry water.

Eat, arranged in a dilapidated small canteen, the master is from Jiangsu, surnamed Jiang, a former soldier, has been in Xinjiang for almost 20 years, is already an authentic Xinjiang person, very good at cooking, especially Xinjiang food. But the taste he made is somewhat the same as the taste of his hometown when he was a child, but it is very light, I can eat it, maybe it is homesickness!

The township chief's surname is Peng, a native of Tianjin, a young man in his forties, with a modest and peaceful face, amiable. His wife, who is also from Tianjin, has returned to Tianjin. He's the only one left here, and I'm the best friend for dinner. He didn't have any arrogance at all, and the cadres in the township liked him very much. But everyone knows that he won't stay here for a long time, because the two places are separated, and they will eventually be reunited and reunited. He's also in contact with the transfer.

Many times, it was just the two of us eating, and the small restaurant was even more deserted.

On the weekend, the two of us worked with Master Jiang to make hinges, steam steamed buns, learn to make noodles, etc., and Master Jiang taught him very carefully and did not reserve anything at all. Township Chief Peng and I are also very serious in learning, especially Township Chief Peng, who learns very quickly.

Sometimes Master Jiang has a headache and brain fever, so he personally manages three meals a day. At this time, I am also very active, busy with my hands, boiling water and chopping wood, very busy.

On weekends, when he has nothing to do, he doesn't go anywhere, stays in the dormitory, and reads. He often said to me: When I am young, I should read more books, calm down, and think about some problems, which will help my work. Sometimes, we will also discuss some major events of the national economy and people's livelihood, and he can always talk about a lot of grand blueprints for development, but he can't achieve it in his term, and his face is full of loneliness and melancholy.

"You can not leave!" I tried to keep him at a loss, and I knew it was a difficult choice, because I had been through it.

"Impossible, where the heart is, it will lead you to wherever you go, irresistible!" He said it firmly. Therefore, we never talked about this topic again. I also learned that he loved his wife and children very much.

The days went on like this.

The grassland that winter was very warm.

The autumn and winter rains continued until the beginning of December, when the withered branches turned green and the grassland was covered with a layer of ethereal green. The humid air and muddy roads make people unspeakably depressing.

It seems that the sun has never appeared in the sky, and there is no sun without A-Ying's day, and even if there is, it cannot be felt.

The only joy is to read the letter written by A-Ying, the pink envelope and dignified handwriting, which makes people's hearts warm when they see it.

At the beginning, the little girl's letter was written in a miserable and miserable manner, a wisp of sweet, bitter lovesickness, stained the pink letter, between the lines, there seemed to be tears-soaked blurred handwriting, making people feel distressed until dawn in the lonely night.

Writing letters has almost become a compulsory course for me every day, no matter how late it is, no matter how busy it is, I will write down my thoughts and concerns in the dim light, sometimes a few words, but also attract her long inquiries and concerns, even if I go home for the New Year during the winter vacation, it has not stopped. I wonder what her parents will think when they see it?

Books from the two places, flying swallows, this kind of day, no matter how bitter the heart, can brew a lot of fragrant fragrance.

Although, the person who loved each other dearly, was sometimes blurred because of the distance, blurred to the point that only a pair of eyes remained, staring at me affectionately; Sometimes it becomes abstract, abstract to the point that it's just a name, and this name makes you even more obsessed, so obsessed that you keep talking to her all the time.

In this flowing time of dialogue with the people in our hearts, our love is even stronger! Love, deeper! It's not just about missing, it's about thinking, about the present, about the future, and more freely and without concealment.

Who said that in the black and white era, you can't love each other from afar, in fact, this kind of love is purer, more beautiful, more painful and sweeter.

During this time, my eldest brother joined the army, and my younger sisters were too busy graduating from high school to help their parents anymore.

I wanted to go back and continue my nomadic life, but I was scolded by my grumpy father and persuaded by my mother, who finally dismissed the idea.

For this reason, they persuaded their parents to sell their cattle and sheep, leave the pasture, and return to settle in their familiar but unfamiliar people, ending their wandering life of grazing by grass for most of their lives.

By this time, life on the grassland had become the beautiful fossil in my memory. In the dead of night, it still appears in my dreams.

But it was far away, and it became a beautiful image. In the picture, I am still with long curly hair, riding a red horse, snuggled up to a white A-Ying, and galloping on the endless grassland with a whip... This memory is beautiful!

At the beginning of the spring of the second year, Township Chief Peng also left as he wished. On that day, many people went to see him off, and it was still a foggy morning.

He, a simple bag, with a face full of reluctance, waved his hand, and some tragic and lonely figures hid in the car and disappeared into the dust rolled up by the street.