Gaotai: sand date a new tim dun operation station, is a sub-farm of the clip side ditch farm is located in the Badanjilin desert and the great gobi between the vast wilderness in the wilderness in addition to a small piece of the desert and the gobi, most of the saline and alkaline land, look out a white blank piece of white is not a snowy plains of the bright clean white, is a long time to precipitate the desert wind and dust of the miserable white close look at the patchy and dappled, the scorching sun evaporation of a bitter and cloudy alkali flavor our task. Our task was to dig alkali drainage ditches at intervals of about one mile so that the alkali water would flow away from the bottom and not rise upward, and the ground could be cultivated. The width of the ditch surface remained unchanged at about five meters, the width of the bottom of the ditch remained unchanged at about thirty centimeters, and the depth and slope varied according to the height of the terrain, ranging from two to more than five meters, and the soil was lifted up and poured onto the ditch's sides by more than 1,000 people from four brigades in sections. The four brigades, with more than 1,000 men, worked in sections and transferred the work site to dig through one ditch, and then dug a new ditch. How long is a ditch? How many ditches do we have to dig? We don't even know where we are told to dig, we just dig where we want to dig all day long, all year long The ditches that are dug are sometimes clogged with sand and must be picked up in time If they are not in time, after a few sandstorms some of them will be filled in Once someone said that this is ineffective labor In the "political study" meeting every night, there was a period of time when all the teams focused on criticizing the theory of ineffective labor We all said that labor is not just about transforming nature, it is first and foremost about transforming nature, it is about transforming nature, it is first and foremost about transforming nature, it is about transforming nature, it is first and foremost about transforming nature, it is about transforming nature, it is not just about transformation. We all say that labor is not just about transforming nature, but also about transforming people. We can't just count the economic accounts, but also the political accounts. Some people say that if a person's mind is not transformed after a day's work, then it's ineffective labor. Some people say that it's not ineffective labor, it's about resisting the transformation. The evening meeting is generally a small team meeting, where eight or nine or ten people from a small team are in the same number of bunks, sitting in the same position, lighting a kerosene lamp made from ink bottles and glowing in the faintest of lights, taking turns to reflect on themselves. We took turns speaking about ourselves, reporting on others who had been working late, pretending to poop and squatting outside the construction site, kicking down a small wooden sign on the lime line who was afraid of hard work, dawdling in the water when it was icy, and so on and so forth until the whistle blew and the lights went out and we went to bed. So, we labored during the day, studied at night, and every day was the same, and the endless days came and went, and all the days seemed like a single day except for the months when the days were long and the nights were short. Except for the months when the days were long and the nights were short, we always started work at dawn and finished when it was dark. Except when it was windy, we always ate breakfast and dinner under the starlight and moonlight. The midday meal is a dry ration, usually a grain noodle or sorghum cake or sometimes a white flour bun the size of a fist, given to each person at breakfast to take to the site to eat, but no one to take to the site, they all ate it on arrival and then drank the paste after drinking the paste, licked up the pots, and went to scrape the barrels and scrape and ate the thin layer of the empty rice barrels stained on the wall at first, but then took turns to scrape the cadres of the correctional officers did not intervene. The barrel is a wooden barrel, shorter than the gasoline barrel thicker I tilted it over, turned with a small aluminum spoon scraping, scraping and eating scraping down the soup with wood fibers and aluminum smell, in the end, there is also sand and soil and coal debris, and all ate eat still very hungry, as if they did not eat, only to look forward to a meal at night ten hours later, the site is not too far away, you can have a drink of water at noon the squadron sent back to carry the water once they came back, whistle! As soon as the squadrons sent back the water carriers returned, the whistle blew and everyone put down their pickaxes and shovels and gathered around the buckets. Sometimes, when the alkali ditch was dug far away and it took more than two hours to start and finish work, there would be no water at noon for a dozen days in a row. At that time, the whistle for the lunch break called out from afar a few times and it sounded like a lost bird crying in the windy sky. People put down their tools and slowly climbed out of the ditch, laying down wherever they could until the work started. I was twenty-two years old and had just graduated from college when I was in school. I loved sports and was a representative of the track and field team, breaking the Jiangsu provincial record and tying the national record. Now, when I lie down, I don't want to move, but I have to hold myself up slowly, because I can't straighten my back or my legs all at once. I thought, "This won't work", and I once made up my mind to save my lunchtime rations until the afternoon, but in the construction site. I just took out, I heard near and far sharp as an awl, burning as a charcoal fire, stubborn as a nail gaze Qi Shuo Shuo swept over the sound panicked a few gulps swallowed, and since then do not dare to try again three days, in a new construction site on the lunch break, I rested on the basket to look away from a lone tree, and suddenly my eyes lit up far away, can not see, but I believe, it was the jujube jujube is a perennial desert plants, common in Northwest China, late spring bloom white flowers, the aroma is strong, late fall jujube ripening, and the smell is very strong. The aroma is strong late autumn jujube ripe, the size of almonds, the color of golden skin thick core, in the starch, slightly acidic and slightly sweet, more food astringent mouth Once upon a time in Lanzhou, I once saw a village girl with a red willow basket carried along the street selling a bowl of thirty-forty, the price of 10 cents on the Gobi Desert or saline land, no other trees, only this occasionally have it now late fall, jujube should be ripe the whole afternoon, I have been wondering how to get it to wrap up the work of the sun sinking in the west, I was delayed A moment, lined up at the end of the line to see no one attention, jump to the low crouch and so on the line away, up cat waist, to the evening sunshine that fuzzy little black dot run although cat waist, as long as there is someone in the line in the distance to look back, but also possible to find me good in this kind of thing, did not happen alkali packet fluffy, a step on a hole, traveling as a trekking although I came to the spirit, but also still not able to run fast, to arrive at the time of twilight is already dense Indeed is a date palm tree small, fruit is not much, but in my already enough I pick and eat and stuffed to the body, action quickly from the hole stuffed into the cotton jacket jacket jacket, can be loaded with a lot, loaded to run back, running and eating the evening sun is disappearing, appeared in the first stars more and more running darker and darker, soon can not be found to come to the footprints, can only estimate the general direction of the walk forward walk walk walk, the ground under the feet hard, and occasionally There is also dry turn over the mud skin to make a cracking sound confused, but found that both sides are sand dunes I was shocked, stood still dunes less than one person high, the slope of one side of the slow side of the steep, one by one, like a wave, no one in the darkness between the two dunes, sand is very thin, the ground is solid this is not a desert, it is the Gobi red end of the sunset, it is the West then dunes are aligned in the east-west direction, straight to the passage should be able to go! I thought I should go east, then follow the past, but this is clearly not right because all the way over, have not seen the dunes climbed up the dunes, still can not see farther than the stars in the sky, there is no trace of light in addition to their own breathing, there is no sound only I am a living creature, in the face of the cosmic flood of horror, sat down and stood up again down the dune, and from the steep side of the hands and feet, climbed up another dune this is not a desert, is the Gobi sunset red end of the sand, then the sand dune is arranged east-west, straight should be able to go through the sand dunes. Climbed another dune which is unnecessary, because all the dunes, are the same in a few moments out of the moon, big and lightless, dark red dark red wilderness more and more see its black, the scenery is bleak and rough think of some of the lost people died in the Gobi Desert stories think of the fragility of life and the inorganic world of the powerful think of the hometown and loved ones did not come to the head, but I am calmer, and said to myself, you first do not worry, let's think of a way I think I lost should not be far away, but the time is very short but no direction, I think I am lost. I think I'm not far, because it's a short time, but without directions, I can't imagine how far it is. My sweaty clothes were cold against my body, and luckily there was no wind. As the moon got higher and whiter and smaller and brighter, the light and shadows on the ground became clearer and clearer and clearer and clearer and clearer. I knew that I was saved, the path that people walked out of the ditch, white in the moonlight I walked very fast, eating as I walked, knowing that the team was moving very slowly, I thought that I should be able to catch up in case I couldn't catch up, it would be a big problem, and I was in a hurry and ran for a while, and then ran for a while, and then ran again. Weak, usually move a little bit of effort, and now, actually can run, run so much, but also really strange newly dug alkali drainage ditch, a large pool of water reflecting the light of the day, sometimes dark, sometimes crystal bright, like a quivering string, strong and soft along it, I think of a lone wolf in the collective at the mercy of the manipulation of the collective, I have long lost the ego, and at the moment, actually mastered their own, and suddenly there is a touch, a surprise, a touch of happiness, a touch of happiness, a touch of happiness, a touch of happiness. A kind of surprise, a touch of happiness swept through the heart like a string jumped out of a few notes, a ding dong dong, and then no trace of possession of the self, also has the world, this and the world of the same, is not I have long been dreaming of the freedom of it? The moon was cold, the stars hung over the wilderness, and a free man, chasing Prisoner 4 to the field, finally caught up with the group and wanted to say something to the people next to me to show his presence, but couldn't, so he suddenly fell down and couldn't get up, and the people dragged me into the dormitory, and threw me on the kang, and it was as if my bones were falling apart, and I couldn't even move, and some of the memories that had disappeared for so long, a word of my mother, a corner of my childhood home, had suddenly swept away before my eyes, and I could see them. My childhood home suddenly passed before my eyes, fast and clear, while everything that happened before my eyes was a blank. For a moment I suspected that I was dead, only my mind was temporarily alive, but I heard the whistle of the meal, smelled the aroma of paste, and still it was the temptation of food that activated the potential of life. I slowly got up again, took the basin out and got my spoonful. When I came back with the basin, they were sprawled out on my bunk. When they came back with the basin, they were lying on my bunk, tugging and pulling, their movements were violent, and the small flame of the kerosene lamp was extinguished by the king. It turned out that there were a lot of jujubes on my bunk, and they searched me first, and my raggedy jacket was even more tattered. The squadron leader asked me why I came back after I had dared to run away. The captain was reprimanded by the chief of the sub-field when he reported the incident, and came back to make an inspection, saying that he was responsible for the rampant bad guys in the team, and that everyone was responsible for failing to supervise each other, which meant that they hadn't been reformed properly. He suddenly yelled: "They're all eating, so what's the point of inspecting them! Hand over the dates! Everyone has handed over the dates remaining is not much, some only a few, the most is only a handful of small captain touched everyone's pockets, one by one with a hat to receive, put on the soil platform, ready tomorrow morning, hand over to the cadres of the correctional officers The next day, woke up, the hat is empty