In July, the heat is finally approaching. The new life, also slowly began to belong to my own life. I played the rap "One Man" of the kindergarten killer in turn, and I was also slowly looking at myself, watching myself slowly turn all my life into chaos, into not knowing why it is so.

Human desire is really a magic thing. With a mechanical keyboard, you want to have a high-definition display; With a high-definition display, we want to have a host comparable to this one; With such a host, you also need a clear speaker and mouse. When all this is satisfied, we will want to have a room that can match the luxury host; If you have a room, you need a villa worthy of this room; With this villa, we also need to face the sea, spring flowers, and beautiful women.

On July 6, I arrived by car Chen Jungui The Qierma Martyrs Cemetery (in Nilke County, Ili Prefecture, Xinjiang), after witnessing that period of history, followed National Highway 217 (Duku Highway) Go Nalati Grassland , change your way home.

Along the way, hands hold their own direction on the steering wheel, while eyes are sweeping the landscape. There are many curves along the Duku Highway, but the scenery is different. From north to south, I see the sky is near, and the snow is still melting. It is high enough to see the weather getting warmer and the fields are full of vitality. In countless rest areas, I use my mobile phone to record slowly, and I plan to look at the time and share each photo slowly.

Duku Highway, from Qierma to Nalati, is 246km long, and I walked for nearly eight hours.

After all, that is the real picturesque scenery.

After all, that is the epitome of the southern and northern Xinjiang.

And the beautiful scenery along the way is amazing, and I don't know how many people came here, which makes people dream. I once saw the Duku Highway in some articles publicized by Xinjiang officials. I thought it was just "propaganda", but I found that all the original propaganda was far from enough.

But let's go. After returning home, I lay down at home for a long rest, but found that I still wanted to drive back again, soak in a natural hot spring, and then run to the edge of the high snow in short sleeves, without asking anything.

Today, I finally turned on my computer to write something slowly.

When I closed my eyes, I went to work and returned home along Provincial Highway 316. On the dirt road of more than ten kilometers, countless heavy trucks and semi trailers stirred up dust, in which I could not see the direction or the way ahead. With feeling and faint light, I escaped.

And tomorrow, we will set sail after dawn to Yining City to continue our study.

The summer vacation that belongs to teachers will also be broken into pieces in the constant attack. If it needs to be supplemented, continue to supplement; What to do. I don't know what will continue in the future, but at least I am still lying on the sofa with my mobile phone.

Open the information flow and let the wind rise and clouds rise. I am like a lost lamb intoxicated with it.

In the intoxication, I seemed to see the dust flying. I dodged from side to side, avoiding one pit after another, which was pressed by heavy trucks, and avoiding a stone with a chassis to hang. And I myself, when all the spirit and spirit were put down, lost all the support in an instant and lay on the sofa until now.

I turned around and washed my face. It was a face that had lost some of its look and had a long beard. He smiled bitterly, buried his head in the water, and opened his eyes. I am in it, content with the status quo and drowning myself.

A person who forgets to remind himself is easily abandoned.

Listening to this sentence, I struggled to stand up again like Xiangzi in Camel Xiangzi.

The difference was that Xiangzi was again suffering, while I turned around and shaved my beard.

The same thing is that we all want to start over.

I don't know what the future really belongs to, and I don't know how many great rivers and mountains are waiting for our appreciation, but if we lose our own direction, I'm afraid that we have already become nothing in the dust.

I don't know what to say and why.