Talang, also known as mica mine 1, is a mica mine in Xinjiang. Because of mining, at the peak, about 10 thousand people gathered there.
It was an era without computers and mobile phones. Because there are few cars and no traffic hazards, adults can rest assured that their children can play freely.
Talang is surrounded by mountains and has beautiful scenery. A clear river flows out of the forest in the distant mountains, dividing Talang in two. Han people live in the east, while Kazakhs live in the west. A small bridge has become a bridge connecting the friendship between the East and the West.
I often cross the bridge to play with Kazakh balangzi. They are fluent in Chinese and have no problem in communication. I learned to ride horses and herd sheep with them, and they also learned to skate with me. Every Eid al-Adha, my classmates and I go to the Kazakh residential area in the west to play. In fact, this is a New Year's call for food. The hospitable Kazakhs never let us down.
At that time, my favorite place to go was the forest in the upper reaches of the river, which was my childhood paradise.
In some places in the forest, the river is narrow, the water is gurgling, and the bottom of the water can be seen clearly. Ordinary fish swim leisurely between rocks under water. That time I went to play alone and met several junior high school students, who generously treated me as a primary school student.
We took off our clothes, dived into the water with a net, and stood motionless in the water for half a ring. After the fish began to ignore our existence, we quietly cast nets and rounded them up slowly.
At that time, we caught two big snakeheads and seven or eight small fish. Everyone shouted excitedly, then put the fish through the branches and ran to a small hole in the mountain to make a fire and cook. These junior high school students seem to be old fishermen with salt on them. We sprinkled salt and shared it together before we found it delicious.
Once, a hive the size of a washbasin was found in a big tree in the forest. With fear and curiosity, two classmates and I put the beehive under the bucket with three long sticks, which attracted countless angry bees to chase us. We ran around screaming.
Fortunately, this river is not far from us. We rushed into the river, used our quick wits, tore off the reeds by the river, dived into the water and breathed with them, only then did we escape.
After the bees left, we stood up from the water like a drowned rat and high-fived each other. At this time, we found that a classmate's eyelids were swollen like eggs, and I had red meat horns on my forehead. Another classmate's lips are in close contact with the bee's ass. As a result, the lips were red and swollen, just like the arrival of Tian Pengyuan Shuai, so the three men smiled at each other.
Go east along the river, and you will arrive at No.2 Shuimo. There is not much water here, but the water surface is gentle, forming a natural swimming pool. That's where I learned my dog paddle swimming skills.
Every summer, many children secretly come here to swim and play. Because there is a deep water here and there is no roof.
Some parents are worried about safety and often use various methods to check whether their children go swimming. When their children come home, they will draw a line on their arms with their nails. When they swim, they will have obvious white stripes and their butts will be beaten into monkeys. But when it's hot, children still flock regardless of the consequences.
In winter, the mountains were closed by heavy snow, and Talang cut off all communication with the outside world. The snow on the mountain is more than one meter deep, but the children are not lonely because they can skate and ski.
The cold in winter makes the river completely frozen, and the river surface is a good place for us to skate and play ice gyro.
We also have good games at school. After class, we will drag our skis to the top of the mountain behind the school, which is not very steep. When we sweep down from above, the wind will roar in our ears and the cold wind will scratch our cheeks like a knife. But I appreciate the excitement and pleasure brought by speed.
At that time, there was a protruding gentle slope at the foot of the mountain. Some brave people in middle and high schools slid down the mountain at high speed under the gaze of everyone, and then flew directly from the gentle slope to the air of three or four meters. Most of them lost their balance in the air, made strange movements, shouted different styles of screams or cries for help, and then fell into Zita Law, causing everyone to laugh. Only a few skilled people can land safely, which will cause loud cheers and countless envious eyes from onlookers.
I want to be the first person in primary school to try this sport, so I get up the courage to fly in the air with the encouragement of my classmates. As a result, I lost my balance in the air and walked in space involuntarily. I screamed and fell from the air, only to fall very dark. The onlookers smiled and applauded me, encouraging the first pupil who dared to fly in the snow. Later, in order to prevent safety, the school banned such sports again. I'm relieved, too. I don't have to fall again.
When I was in primary school and junior high school, I often said that I would go once. One weekend, when I saw the Woods in the distant mountains, I decided to go there to play, so several students went together. I didn't expect to run away when I saw the mountain. It took me a long time to get there.
I had enough fun in the forest, and it was already afternoon when I came back. As a result, I didn't bring anything to eat because of insufficient planning. Everyone went back hungry and cheered each other up. Finally, the hungry front belly was stuck on the back spine and didn't come back until the evening. I was so hungry that I ate two bowls of noodles. At that time, I thought noodles were the best food in the world.
The past is like smoke, but the happy time of childhood often jumps into memories, which makes me feel sorry.
When I was fourteen years old, my family moved to my hometown in Shandong, where the climate was warm, the seasons were distinct, and the conditions at home had been greatly improved, but I still often returned to my hometown as a teenager in my dreams. Talang, you know, being far away can't stop me from missing you deeply!
18 years later, I returned to Talang, where no one dug, and there were only a handful of Han people left. The uninhabited houses are in ruins, and many houses are crushed by snow. At that time, the river flow was less than half, but the mountains were still there, and the land still smelled of familiar childhood.
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childhood
I don't believe,
Green grassland,
Rolling mountains,
This is a land full of life.
But why do I always dream,
Hear your call to me.
Eighteen years ago,
How I long to escape from your barren bondage,
Looking forward to that tall building,
Feast.
Get on the train and start a long journey.
Something touched my lacrimal gland,
Suddenly tears fell like rain.
Eighteen years' waste has made my head more and more barren.
Eighteen years have exhausted the heart that is no longer young.
Your face never changes.
You still have towering mountains,
Blue sky,
Picturesque Milky Way.
You warm the vicissitudes of life,
Warm you, stay away from you, despise your wandering heart.
-Talang, my distant hometown!