I have seen one of her songs "Winter Wozi" before, which is like entering a brand-new world. The author and I have experienced a completely different nomadic life.
Xinjiang is a distant and beautiful place, because it has a unique charm, because it doesn't understand.
Li Juan's writing is only related to her personal life, so it is particularly true. Moreover, in a difficult environment, her mood is particularly leisurely, and what she writes is particularly relaxed and interesting, which will make people feel the beauty of life.
This book consists of more than 30 essays on different topics, which is not as coherent as Winter Wozi.
Just pick a few words and you can see the feeling of the whole book.
Anyway, we have bought it back and still like this rabbit. It's so beautiful, it's worth ten dollars! How much bigger than those rabbits with three or four dollars, like a lamb. And still alive. People usually freeze when they buy it back.
How lonely we live! Although spring came ... when the rabbit was running around the yard, its two front paws grabbed my grandmother's shoes, biting and pulling like a puppy-as if nothing was remembered! It is always easier than us to abandon bad memories, so it always feels the joy of life more than us.
In winter, those employees in the bank hardly go to work. What's more, Kautu's industrial and commercial offices, tax offices and supply and marketing cooperatives don't go to work. These people are really happy. Therefore, as neighbors across the street, we can often see knee-deep snow in the bank yard, and a series of footprints are deeply trapped in the snow. Employees who occasionally go back to the unit to do something have to step on the same string of footprints and go in wisely (in fact, there is no way) Therefore, there are only a pair of footprints in front of the bank all winter.
I like people who drink like this. I think they really taste wine as a good thing. In their place, wine is also a necessity to drive away the cold. Unlike people who get together to spell wine, they sing and dance and shout. At the end of the day, it is estimated that he doesn't care even if he gives some boiled water-he is so excited that he can't tell the difference. I don't think they value wine.
The child has white teeth, bright red lips and bright eyes! Fortunately, this eye has been turning around. If it stops in such a warm situation and stares intently at a certain point, it won't take long for the place to gradually turn yellow and black, and then a bunch of smoke will come out.
Washing clothes is really a pleasure. First of all, you can have a chance to go out to play, otherwise you can only stay in the shop and iron a bunch of pants endlessly with a heavy and hot iron. After ironing, it will take longer to sew on the buttons one by one and straighten the hem of the trousers.
Secondly, when you go to wash clothes, you can also lie on the stones by the river and sleep comfortably. But once I fell asleep, a jewel-like caterpillar climbed on my face and never dared to sleep again.
When washing clothes, you can also go to the felt house by the river and drink yogurt. I like to go to the old lady's house where she lives in a yurt on a white willow bush. She speaks Chinese fluently and boasts a lot. The most important thing is that the yogurt she makes is the best and the most sticky. She is willing to put sugar in your bowl. Other people's yogurts generally don't add sugar, and the whole person is sour-the stomach can be twisted into a pile, and the face can be twisted into a pile.
A person stayed by the river for a long time, and finally understood why someone always said "glistening sun".
What's more amazing is that flowers still have fragrance. Even flowers without fragrance will emit a deep and shallow green breath: light green makes people relaxed physically and mentally, and dark green makes people want to sleep. ...
In Baghlal, I fell in love with Linlin, an iron ore driver. I sit behind the sewing machine every day, working feebly, and waiting for him to come to see me. Far away, as soon as I heard the roar of the car motor, I ran out and looked around. To this end, I almost laughed Jianhua (my mother's new apprentice) and them to death.
Why do I like Linlin? Probably because he has a big car, which makes him strong and powerful enough to bring me some changes. I'm just a tailor. I sit behind the sewing machine and deal with a pile of cloth every day. My life is endless and silent.
A young mother came to my shop with a runny nose and said that she wanted to buy toys, which surprised us very much. I've been in the mountains for so long that I almost forgot that there is such a thing as a "toy". Yes, how do children in the mountains grow up? Every child's childhood is like a secret.
If I had asked her a few decades ago, whether her felt house was good, whether the grassland was good, whether the water source was good, whether there were any problems with cattle, sheep, camels and horses, and of course whether the black-eared cat was still there. Finally, I can't help asking the other person, "Are you lonely?"
The bucket was finally lifted, and I was sweating all over, my heart was like a drum, and my legs were shaking. The palms are red, bloodshot and tingling. I'm amazing. I can work full-time in slippers.
The people who live on our bridge are old people, children and couples who are determined to live. I don't know what young people have done.
There are not many things we can do in winter. Either we go into the mountains for gold, or we scrape mica residue, or we find a few people to play mahjong together. But in winter, it is not easy to gather enough people to cook a table.
There is a row of houses on the Gobi desert. We live there strangely. I mean, we pushed the door and went out, and there was an empty Gobi desert in front and behind. Why do we live there?
Hehe, tell me more about me. Although I am an old maid in this era, construction workers often borrow clothes to build roads. Walking on the expressway, passing cars will stop and ask me if I want to catch fish in the swamp downstream. This is Akara.
It's cold in winter! We all get up in the middle of the night once or twice to add coal to the stove in our bedroom. Then the chickens were even more pitiful, clustered tightly in a pile in the dark and said nothing. It is said that chickens are hot and not afraid of cold. But there must be a limit to "not afraid" It's so cold, it's MINUS twenty or thirty degrees, thirty or forty degrees. The small room is lonely, and the four thin walls are empty, so it can't keep the temperature.