When I began to write these words, I was in the mountains. This is a point in a direct distance of 28 kilometers. The car stopped here and waited to move on. The road ahead is under construction. We may be waiting for the construction to stop.

These days, I always want to write something. But after finishing the last article, I still didn't go to the place where I should have gone to work. Quite simply, for some reason, the luggage was taken over, and we passed on Sunday.

At present, there is no direct way from 71 to Aktobek village, only from Nixian County, which is more than 200 kilometers away. So, taking the car of the head of the kindergarten, we passed a road under construction.

The first scene appeared. From 21 o'clock to 0 o'clock when you are writing this paragraph on your mobile phone. The mobile phone has no signal, and naturally lost all contact with the outside world.

In September in Xinjiang, the temperature difference between day and night is already great. My pants and sweaters may have been transported by the headmaster's car to the school in Aktubuick, Nilke County. And I, in the mountains, in the shivering night, hid in the car, waiting to move on.

After daybreak, it is Teachers' Day. Maybe it was the first or the 0th Teacher's Day in my life, but this people's teacher did not teach any students at this time, because he was still a student and learned to worry in the bleak wind, because in the mountains without signals, like he lost his connection, he did not know how to speak.

Fortunately, the message to my mother and brother seems to have been sent, but I don't know how to spend the long night with the piercing autumn wind.

The power of my mobile phone is gradually declining, and I want to write something. After thinking about it, I open the flight mode, and let my thoughts fly, choose, assume, and accept. This is a winding road. On the road, I look at the bright stars and the cars coming and going. The lights and shadows are like cups of years. Congratulations, Mr. Jiang, on the zero or first Teacher's Day.

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Jiang Chen, written on the mountain road in the early morning of September 10, 2018