My home is in Korla. It's not that I don't love this land that raised me because I stayed in Nanjing after graduating from college and didn't choose to go back. Korla is too small, so small that your friends are your primary school classmates, and your junior high school classmates are like your sister-in-law. Korla is developing too fast. I learned to go home last year and found that I couldn't find my way home. Korla is so clean that everyone dare not litter. There are too many fragrant pears in Korla, and all of them are fed to donkeys. Korla people like to walk by the Peacock River, talk about life and put on lanterns. Korla people usually meet at the entrance of Xinhua Bookstore. Korla people are now going to Xinhuijia, where there is no Wanda. The special cold rice noodles opposite Korla People's Hospital often appear in the depths of my taste. High school female students in Korla love to eat Montessori rice noodles, but the price of rice noodles is getting higher and higher. There are three schools in Huashan No.2 Middle School and No.4 Middle School in Korla, and the number one scholar always comes from these three schools. Korla people go to work at ten o'clock every day, and have lunch breaks until four o'clock. The nightlife is probably KTV with barbecues and cards. The tourist attractions in Korla are monopolized by Longshan, and tiemenguan is occasionally visited. The blue sky and white clouds in Korla are very close to you, as if you can reach out and touch them. Korla is the most beautiful city in Xinjiang in my heart, with suitable temperature and economy. On the streets of Korla, the music of Uygur villagers beating sheepskin drums often rings, and the sound is far and near. It says that I suddenly have a little sore nose, so that's it.