I am a descendant of military reclamation, and my grandfather came to Xinjiang in the 195s. No amount of space can finish their stories, and

no amount of great achievements can cover their contributions! For more than half a century, I enjoyed the lonely creation in the deserted next door.

From desolation to melon and fruit fragrance, I laughed without tears, simple and strong!

for many years, I barely had enough food and clothing, spread wheat straw and slept in the cellar, reclaimed land and cultivated land, and had no experience, no water, no machines, no complaints, only hands! Today, decades later, miracles are created in these old hands, including cities, rural areas, fertile fields and beautiful scenery.

My grandfather was already an old man when I can remember. Kindness and quietness can only be felt from their stories.

Grandpa and Grandma got married in 1948, and they gave birth to seven children. When they came to Xinjiang, their children were still very young. In order to look after their grandmother, they didn't have to work and became family members. Grandpa is a purser. He is in charge of the food in the regiment. He regularly sends food to the surrounding companies. Sometimes they have to walk several kilometers, and everyone walks with a bag on their shoulders. If there are not enough people, they have to run several times. Later, the situation was a little better with a trolley. In the most difficult period, food was tight and there was a large family. The monthly rations could not last until the end of the month. Grandma tried to borrow a little from the east and borrow a little from the west. That was the most difficult day. Grandma said that at that time, basically every family didn't have enough to eat, and she managed to squeeze it out next month. Grandpa had a better meal at work, but the problem of food and clothing at home brought him great pressure. He managed the warehouse. However, he never took a grain home, and the accounts he managed were clear and meticulous. So far, his grandmother still kept an account that Grandpa remembered in 1973, and his father-in-law was very careful. Even so, Grandpa was not spared during the Cultural Revolution and was sent to work on charges of corruption! How can he support such a big family without corruption! If I can go back to that era now, no matter who this person is, I will not hesitate to rush up and slap him! But I remembered the words that Jesus said when he was crucified: "God, my father forgave them, they didn't know what they were doing"! Grandpa started working in the field and eating at home, which made life more difficult. He left the children with nothing to eat. When he got home, he often drank some water and went to work again. He was asked to take the lead as the monitor, and others were deducted from work points when they were sick. He was praised for being sick because the doctor checked that he was overworked. Later, many years later, when I was eating, I found that my grandfather's hand holding chopsticks was a little shaky. I asked why, and my grandmother said it was the sequelae of working and overexertion when I was young. Grandpa said that it might be dug by digging canals. At that time, the task was heavy and the time was short. Sometimes it had to be done until midnight. On average, everyone dug at least dozens of kilometers for several years! After the downfall of the Gang of Four, Grandpa was rehabilitated, and his salary was paid back, and the conditions at home improved somewhat. Later, with the deepening of reform, life became better and better, but Grandpa was still like that, so friendly to outsiders, but so strict with his family. When I started studying in a foreign country in high school, I knew that I didn't behave well at ordinary times. When I left home, my grandfather called me and told me seriously, "An Mingliang, you can't embarrass me when you go out, but we have a family tree." I always remember it to this day. The school is far away from home. Every year, I only go home on a cold holiday. Several uncles and aunts are very busy working in other places, and generally only go back during the New Year. Many times I go home on New Year's Eve. When I get home, I can see my grandfather waiting for us at the station. It's very cold weather, wearing a fur coat and a wool hat. I don't know how long he has been standing in the snow, so I got off the bus and shouted, "Grandpa!"! He just smiled and waved to let us go back first, and he had to wait, because I still have my uncle and aunt not here! He didn't say much when he got home. He probably asked about his study and work. He just sat there and listened to us. I knew that just after the New Year, he was looking forward to the next Chinese New Year. The Chinese New Year was his happiest time, not because of anything else, but because the Chinese New Year family could reunite. I know that my grandfather is slowly aging, and he has been hospitalized frequently, and he has had an operation. I am afraid that he will leave us, and I always remind myself that it is his pride to make efforts to let him see me, but the cruel reality has not given me too many opportunities. I am only glad that he knows that his first grandson has been admitted to the university, and the time has stopped slowly in 21.

Grandpa passed away in August, 21. I still can't forget that one month ago, Grandpa asked me to take him out in a wheelchair. He walked a long way, pointing to the poplar trees along the road and telling me that he planted this piece and this piece. I can't recall it in that tone and manner, and I can't help crying at the thought-

In the face of this unfair world, I don't know whether to praise or revile, but I know grandpa didn't complain until the end of his life. I am his descendant, and I can only choose praise, which is what grandpa wants. This is my hometown, where our grandfather works. Grandpa was buried at the foot of Tianshan Mountain. In front of his tombstone, I sang this song to him and told him that he also won the first prize in the original competition. A breeze blew, carrying pieces of fallen leaves, and then drifted into the sky. I suddenly found that the Tianshan Mountains in the distance were so holy and majestic in the sun. Here is Xinjiang, which means new life, new strength, new beginning and new glory!

Now, for us, the horn is sounded once again-although the environment has changed, our spirit will last forever, and we are eager for glory, but how can glory fall from the sky and offer youth, children and grandchildren, and life! History has engraved their price. Grandpa left me with deep regret when he left, but he didn't complain. Grandpa was right. Ask: "Who can live for a thousand years"!

people who drag out an ignoble existence-you live, live! May you live for a thousand years, treacherous person-you live, live! May you live for a thousand years, sycophant-you live, live! May you live for a thousand years, bully-you live, live! May you live for a thousand years and enjoy the success-you live, live! May you live for a thousand years, mediocre person-you live, live! May you live for a thousand years! But what about ten thousand years later? Are you still alive? !

grandpa can!

"I smile to the sky from the horizontal knife, and I'm going to save the two Kunlun mountains"! ! !

You in Karamay

Lyrics: An Mingliang

How sweet it is to fall in love with you and how much she wants to be with you

In my dream, I dreamed of your beauty

Although you and I are separated from each other, I miss you

Looking forward to meeting and gathering in beautiful Karamay

Karamay has your favorite you, your eyes and your smile are fascinating

Karamay has my favorite. > I walked all the way south along the Karamay River. I once held your hand along the old footprint.

Back to the previous picture, you said that you would go to the end of the road and let the sunshine of Baijiantan shine behind us.

When I walked all the way south along the Karamay River, it was like the wind in ghost city roaring.

The kowtowing machine in the distance was still knocking on his head over and over again, and it was still so gentle to revisit Kowloon Pond.

The story of You in Karamay: < p I was so young that I still miss the vitality at that time. At that time, I didn't go to Karamay, but Xiaowei lived in the dormitory. We didn't have a girlfriend, but he did. At that time, he didn't have a mobile phone. He wrote letters and received letters almost every day, listening to him talking about Karamay and telling beautiful stories. We also shared his ignorant first love with him and the romantic stories that took place in Karamay. We can meet after the holiday. He wanted to give her a special gift and insisted that I write a song. At that time, I felt that I had a great responsibility and didn't dare to neglect it. But in my mind at that time, love was still a big question mark, just a beautiful haze, so what I wrote was only this simple haze. At that time, I was seventeen years old, and I was full of childishness in beautiful expectations, but I recorded the truth of dreams.

Later, in the university, there were Karamay's classmates in the dormitory, repeating such stories, and I learned more stories about them and Karamay from them. Time went on forever, and it was many years since I graduated. Things have changed and the past has become that lost beauty. Many years later, when I had a chance to perform, I went to Karamay. On the way, I saw the rows of kowtowing machines in the distant oil field through the window. It seemed that I had taken the box of moonlight and became the protagonist in the story. When I returned to the season of first love, I thought that the beauty had happened to me. I really couldn't believe it. Although time is tight, I came to the beautiful square in Karamay specially, singing the old songs I once wrote alone, feeling the youth, the purity, the memories and the touch. I hope everyone who once loved each other here can hear it. On the way back, those pictures that were once dusty in my memory came to my eyes. Memories of ghost city, Baijiantan and Jiulongtan are not feelings. I want to record the thoughts brought to people by the change of time and the gap between beauty and reality. And I deeply believe that no matter how many years have passed, there will always be a picture in the depths of my memory. Many years ago, on the way back to my dormitory, we sang loudly together: "Karamay-I love you the most"! Music production: Chang Wei, also called Xiao Wei, is the youngest of my friends who helped me make music. He is just twenty years old, but he is very good at studying technology and has a rich imagination. As long as he is related to computers and music, he has studied almost all of them. Almost all of my early accompaniments were produced by him. Compared with my twenty years old at that time, I really don't know how many times more! I learned a lot from him and warned myself and my friends around me:

"What we have now is what we have accumulated over the years, what we still want is what we need to accumulate in the future, our greatest enemy is ourselves, and what tests us now is our persistence"!