On the emergence of "Kazakh language"

The problem of appearance is really a science. It's like, you can't say to a dog, Mao Ge, you are so noble. You won't say to grandpa, Kemper, can I have a cup of tea? You won't even see the bathroom with the word "male" written on it, and walk into the ladies' room aboveboard.

The above dialogue is pure fabrication, because it is extremely unlikely. Whether out of courtesy or out of one's own IQ.

What bothers me most is my appearance. It's obviously Kazak, and both parents are native Kazaks, but when I come here, it seems to be a "genetic mutation". No smell of Kazak, no matter how much milk you eat and drink, you still don't look like Kazak. I am who I am, and I am not like Kazak.

Share a few stories, happy and painful.

At the request of the school, I will practice in the CDC in my hometown for one week.

It was a sunny Monday, and I walked into the CDC with a nervous mood.

I walked step by step to the director's office. Suddenly, someone stopped me behind me. Say in Chinese: "classmate, who are you looking for?" I turned around and saw a Kazakh uncle. I muttered, "Strange, why KZ uses Chinese!" Then I showed him the contact letter, and he said, "Welcome, intern." I politely responded in Kazakh: "Thank you." I saw him with incredible surprise, "ah! ? "(You are Kazakh! After that, his enthusiasm was high. First, he took me to meet some vaccinated sisters and told them that this is a Kazakh classmate of XX Medical University, who is going to practice here for a week. Please take care of him. Then he took me to the director's office. Everyone here is Han's eldest brother, and I want to work here. Uncle Kazakh only said I was an intern there. I officially became an intern after I handed in the contact letter from the school. Here I earnestly complete every task they give me. Suddenly my mother called. I answered the phone, told my mother everything was fine in Kazakh and hung up.

At that time, I was speechless when I found the expressions of Han brothers around me discovering new species one by one. I introduced myself again, this time emphasizing that I am Kazakh.

An essential step to go home every year is to take a bus. I looked at the ticket in my hand and thought I was seated. When I sat down, the story began. A Kazakh lady sitting on my right is chatting with another Kazakh lady behind me. "Let the Han people next to you change with me, and we can just sit together and chat." I didn't want them to misunderstand me, so I coughed and said in Kazakh, "OK, you want to sit together. Of course. Sister, come, I'll change with you. " From that moment on, the two sisters stuffed me with sugar and gave me a drink.

Hehe, I know you didn't mean it.

Hospital pediatric teachers are very popular, humorous and love to call the roll. The roll call went well. Finally, it was my turn. I shouted and raised my hand. I saw the teacher, looked left and right, looked up and down, and said, "This classmate, how can you prove that you are Kazakh?" I said, "I don't need to explain, the whole class can prove that I am Kazakh." The monitor said, teacher, he is Kazakh. Everyone in the class began to say that he was Kazakh. The teacher had to say, "All right, all right. You are really Kazakh. But how come it doesn't feel like a minority! "

All of the above are personal experiences. I just want to say, honey, don't judge a book by its cover. What if the person opposite you is Kazakh?

Is it my fault that I don't look like a Kazakh? Of course, this is not my problem. I can only say that I can't choose my genes. So let's leave it to fate about looks. If the world is full of the same face, it's really terrible. I'd rather see a different you, at least you are you, a different you. As a Kazakh, I know: enthusiasm, hospitality and kindness are our characteristics. In appearance, it's really hard to say anything. So as far as appearance is concerned, I can only say that I am not an appearance association. As long as you show me your sincerity, we will be good friends.

Besides, Xinjiang people are not all thick eyebrows and curly hair. Besides Uighurs, there are Kazaks, Hui and Han in Xinjiang. As a Kazakh, I really can't tell you why. After all, man himself is an abstract spokesman. If they all look exactly the same, then the world will be really boring. Although it is not a bit annoying for Kazakhs, it shows me many jokes and interesting things. Suddenly, I feel much more relaxed.

Dear Kazakhs, if your compatriots don't know you, don't be confused, don't hesitate, just do one thing well: speak Kazakh.

There are no people who look like Kazak is not Kazakh, only those who have Kazak in their hearts. If appearance can represent anything, what is a good quasimodo? I don't know. I only know: I, although I really don't have any national characteristics, I always remember in my heart: I am Kazakh!