There is a hydrological station built in the 50s of the last century more than 500 meters downstream from the power plant, it is the earliest batch of stations built on the Kaidu River, its history is more than 30 years earlier than the power plant, the station has the same name as our power plant (it should be said that the power plant has the same name as it), called Dashankou Hydrological Station.

The hydrological station is not large, only one or two people on weekdays, at most only three people, sometimes only one person on duty, located in the hinterland of the Tianshan Mountains, the hydrological station in the deep mountain valley was surrounded by a primitive wasteland decades ago, and it was inaccessible. It's hard to imagine someone sticking here ever since. However, those who know a little about hydrology will know that in order to grasp the annual runoff of a river, the average flow of many years and other hydrological and water conditions need to accumulate data over the years. The characteristics of the work determine that it is destined to reside in deep mountains and valleys. Learning about the history of the station made me have an admiration for this station.

Along a path, past an orchard, you will reach the station, and the stone courtyard wall is tied with messy red willow branches, and the creaking wooden fence is pushed into the courtyard of the small station, and several old houses built with earth blocks are encountered. The locked doors, dilapidated doors and windows, the original white walls have turned mottled to earthy gray after wind and rain erosion, and the words "Dashankou Hydrological Station" can be seen on the wall above the house. Sitting on the south and facing north are several brick and concrete rooms with white tiles on the exterior walls. At first glance, you can tell that it was built in recent years. According to the current stationmaster Ablimiti, the clod house was the station house in the early years, and now it is no longer used, and the work is in the new station house.

Most of them were built in the sixties and seventies of the last century, and my childhood was spent in the clod houses. At that time, because of the shortage of building materials, people used clay and dried reed leaves and other salted water to mix well, and poured them into boxy molds. After two or three days of cooling, the mold is removed and it becomes a "brick", that is, a clod of soil. It takes hundreds or thousands of clods of earth to build a few rooms, so digging clods is a manual job. Xinjiang is windy and sandy, hot in summer and cold in winter. The houses built of clay blocks are suitable for the climate characteristics of Xinjiang, and it is cool to live in them, and the houses with fire walls are burning in winter. Now, I can still see such a mud block house here, which can't help but remind me of some childhood memories.

The small station is more like a farmhouse's courtyard, with several old houses and a few new houses surrounding a courtyard, with a few apricot trees planted in the yard, and a dense poplar forest outside the courtyard wall, full of wild Gobi plants such as red willow and sea buckthorn. There are five or six stout old elm trees around the yard, the largest of which requires three adults to hold hands and is said to be hundreds of years old. After a hundred years, the old elm tree is still growing very vigorously, the branches are luxuriant, the tall, powerful body stands on the empty field, the cracked trunk shows the vicissitudes of the years, and the dusty branches and leaves show the eternal desolation. A few old elm trees are like weather-beaten old men, witnessing the historical changes of the small station.

Everything looks natural and quaint

Quiet. Walk into the small station and listen to the wind and sand of the Gobi blowing through the field, the traces of the years make a rustling sound, watching the lonely sea buckthorn and red willows swaying in the wind, and the sunlight sprinkles in the courtyard through the gaps in the high poplars, falling on the courtyard wall, and the small station bathed in the warm autumn sun exudes a strong northwest local atmosphere.

It is such a unique courtyard, and the small station hidden in the mountains has unconsciously walked through more than half a century. As the saying goes, "the iron beats the battalion and the soldiers run water". Since the completion of the station, several groups of people have been replaced, the current stationmaster Ablimiti is a Uyghur guy born in the 80s, who has been coming to the station for 5 years, and there is a Han guy who has just joined the work Fu Wanyang, and Tu Xun, an old worker in his 50s, is a veteran here, and has retired home this year. Now there are only two people left in the station, Ablimiti, and Fu Wanyang, the stationmaster. The two of them had to take turns going home to rest, and sometimes there was only one person in the station. Their daily job is to observe the weather, measure the flow, velocity, water level and other parameters of the river on time, and repeat the cycle. Walking into the duty room of the small station, there is a table, a few stools, an old TV on the cabinet in the corner, a pen and a ruler on the table, and a thick pile of hydrological records on the side. Separated from the studio is their bedroom and "boiler room". The so-called "boiler room" is a large iron stove that burns coal and heats the heat in winter. The bedrooms are simply furnished, and they live here every day. It's a remote location, and life is simple. Domestic water depends on a machine well in the yard, there is a vegetable field in the yard, here is more than 40 kilometers away from the nearest township, there is no modern means of transportation in the station, it is inconvenient to go back and forth, they grow some vegetables to improve their living conditions.

Since the establishment of the power plant in the 90s of the last century, the small station that lives alone in the mountains has neighbors, and the small station is no longer lonely. Living together in the mountains, the same situation has also made us gradually familiar with them, they have a place to talk and communicate with people, they can go to the canteen of the power plant to eat, and they can take the shuttle bus of the power plant to and from the city and the place of work. Fu Wanyang, who has just joined the work of Xiaozhan Station, is a young man who treats people warmly, is lively and active, and has an active mind. When he communicated with us, he was not at all inhibited, telling him what he saw and heard, telling some of his "stories", and chatting with us in the sky. After coming and going, we all fell in love with this smart and cute young man. When the apricots in the small station are ripe, he will ask us to pick them, and when the potatoes in the field are ripe, he will also send us some. He gave me a tour of their place of work and gave me an idea of how the site works. He told me that they should continue to measure hydrological data every day, regardless of cold or heat, and that they should encrypt the number of measurements during the flood season, and sometimes they would get up at two or three o'clock in the middle of the night to go to the river to observe. Follow the overgrown path to the river not far from the hydrological station, two steel cables span both banks, and an open wooden box with pulleys is erected in the middle, to measure the flow rate and other data in the center of the river, you have to "drive" the wooden box to slide to the center of the river, and after the measurement, you need to pull the steel cable back to the shore by manpower. This method of measurement, which relied on the original zipline, is still in use today. I also went up and experienced it, swaying and sliding back again, it took a lot of effort, and there was no fun to speak of. Fu Wanyang said: I hope that one day the small station will be automatic

If the degree of transformation can be improved, it will be much easier to do so.

Pristine ropeways, ancient cobblestone waterways, and a silent wasteland with clusters of fiery red sea buckthorn shining in the sun among the yellowing reeds, the scenery is quaint and desolate.

Fu Wanyang, who is lively by nature, is sometimes very silent and depressed when he sees it. In today's parlance, it's called "depressed". From daily communication, I know that he lived alone in the mountains at a young age, and sometimes he stayed alone at the site, and loneliness and loneliness were unbearable for many people, and I could feel his mood at this time. We had the same experience because we lived together.

Once, he took a small bag of dried apricots and said, "Taste it, this is my own dried apricots." When I took over the dried apricots, I was thinking: this kind of work and life grinding that life has given him, I hope it will be beneficial to his growth in the future. Even if you leave one day, you will not have any regrets, and remember the joy and melancholy left here. Hydropower people, hydrographers are for the cause and responsibility of the choice to stick here, the river in front of us is our common cause, the hydrographers perennial perseverance measurement of the original hydrological data level for the later Kaidu River Basin power station construction provides first-hand information. At the beginning of the establishment of our power station, a lot of hydrological data was obtained from the small station, until we later established our own water monitoring and reporting system. In the nearly 20 years of harmonious coexistence between the power plant and the small station, the small station is also a place that we often visit. Whenever you walk into the station, you feel that you have entered the cycle of years and can feel the vicissitudes of history.

Located in the middle reaches of the Kaidu River in the Tianshan Gorge, the scenery along the coast is very beautiful in all seasons, with the simplicity and atmosphere of the wilderness. There is also natural tranquility and leisure. After countless springs, summers, autumns and winters, it still maintains its original style. There is a small station here, its name is Dashankou Hydrological Station, the station is small, but it has been in existence for more than half a century, and today it still stands quietly on the bank of the Kaidu River and will remain forever.

Pristine ropeways, ancient cobblestone waterways, and a silent wasteland with clusters of fiery red sea buckthorn shining in the sun among the yellowing reeds, the scenery is quaint and desolate.

Fu Wanyang, who is lively by nature, is sometimes very silent and depressed when he sees it. In today's parlance, it's called "depressed". From daily communication, I know that he lived alone in the mountains at a young age, and sometimes he stayed alone at the site, and loneliness and loneliness were unbearable for many people, and I could feel his mood at this time. We had the same experience because we lived together.

Once, he took a small bag of dried apricots and said, "Taste it, this is my own dried apricots." When I took over the dried apricots, I was thinking: this kind of work and life grinding that life has given him, I hope it will be beneficial to his growth in the future. Even if you leave one day, you will not have any regrets, and remember the joy and melancholy left here. Hydropower people, hydrographers are for the cause and responsibility of the choice to stick here, the river in front of us is our common cause, the hydrographers perennial perseverance to measure the original hydrological data level for the later Kaidu River Basin power station.......

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