After living in Xinjiang, I want to share the most authentic Xinjiang with you.

Every autumn, I always think of a place, Xinjiang.

It's interesting to say. I have been to Xinjiang many times and lived in different times. I have seen the gray and green in spring, when the grass is bare, and it snows heavily in May, but I have never seen autumn.

However, this does not prevent me from especially missing it, especially every autumn.

In 20 19, when I was twenty years old, I ran to Kanas, a small village west of northwest for me, more than 4000 kilometers away from home.

With a whole body of fatigue and expectation.

But it is in such countless unknowns that I have gained a lot of joy.

Nature is enough to soothe your fatigue and make people feel happy.

/20 19.5 diary/

There is a great temperature difference between morning and evening on the mountain. Even if it is sunny, I don't wear short sleeves in May. I eat in the yard at noon, and the breeze blows, I still feel that summer is coming.

It didn't get dark until after ten o'clock in the evening, and the earth seemed to fall asleep slowly, so the whole village was particularly quiet.

When the weather is fine, you can see the stars all over the sky at night in Kanas.

When I first arrived in Kanas, I often went to a supermarket in the village called "Forest" to buy things. The aunt in the shop knows the owner of the hotel, so every time I buy something, she will give me a cheaper price. When I first went, I always went to the wrong place because I was not familiar with the direction and route.

Fortunately, I have stayed in the village for a long time and I know more people. Sometimes when I meet them on the road, I will say hello and ask, "Have you eaten?"

At this time, I always feel that I have lived here for a long time.

Later that morning, I went to Xinjiang aunt's shop to buy something. Aunt brought me some food and seabuckthorn juice, which she said was local and had high nutritional value.

She also asked when she would come to Xinjiang next time. She asked me to remember her phone number and call her next time I come to Xinjiang.

In October of that year, I sent some special products to my aunts and friends in Xinjiang. My aunt in Xinjiang sent me a text message saying thank you. I still remember her. She said, "My aunt will always wait for you in Xinjiang."

In fact, Xiamen in October has no feeling of autumn at all, and the sea breeze blows on the desk in the dormitory at night.

But I just think the sea breeze was a little salty that day.

Last year, because of my work, I moved to Dali and ended my life in Xinjiang.

Unlike when I was 20 years old, I will never feel sad because I want to leave, because I know that I will return to this place one day, no matter how long I want.

Singers are often encountered on the streets of Dali. I once met a foreign friend who was singing by Erhai Lake. At that time, I thought of my uncle who played the accordion in Liuxing Street, Yili, and my Uighur grandfather who danced in the ancient city of Kashgar.

A place where people dance whenever the music plays.

After living in Xinjiang, I realized that not everything was what I thought. For example, there used to be many mainlanders in Urumqi, and they stayed for decades.

People who have really lived in Xinjiang have the same feelings for it as "Bai Yueguang", and they love and hate it.

I love the different people and fireworks in this city, the beautiful scenery, the endless food, the enthusiasm and sincerity here, but I feel sorry for its development, work and life.

To tell the truth, for many mainlanders like me, Xinjiang is a very strange and distant place. Many people have never really understood or felt the enthusiasm of this city. I always feel that I am a very lucky person to some extent, because I have the opportunity to meet many warm people in this city.

It was several years ago that I first went to Xinjiang to write these words, although I have also been to other cities during this period, and I have come and gone to live in Xinjiang for some time.

I have been happy and sad in this place, but until now, it is still a "comfortable city" in my heart.

Of course, sometimes, I also wonder what autumn in Xinjiang will be like.

Although I haven't seen it, I have drawn it in my mind countless times:

The sunshine in autumn is particularly sultry. The birch forest is already golden. Passengers carrying bags come and go. Cattle and sheep are grazing on the hillside, one with two heads and one with three heads.

Insects fly around the grass, the children next door come to play with me, and we sit on the swing together.

Smoke rose from the chimney on the roof.

What are you doing?

I don't know.

But just looking at it makes me feel warm.

Stories on the journey

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