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Xinjiang is a longing place; Korla is a place you don’t want to leave once you come.
Here is the history of the Thirty-Six Kingdoms of the Western Regions, here is the Loulan girl with her beautiful eyes covered with a gauze scarf, and here is the legend of the fragrant pear that has been praised by the world. Of course, this place is destined to stay. I, an ordinary oil-seeking man, have feelings for my family and country, and a life journey of growing up in the city. This city is very windy, and my story begins here.
In 1998, when I graduated from petroleum school, I chose Xinjiang resolutely, despite my family’s repeated attempts to persuade me.
I was born in a small mountain village in Hebei. I had never left my hometown before I was 17 years old. At that time, I was young and dreamy. I was fearless and fearless. The biggest wish of this stupid kid was to get out of my hometown. Big mountains, take a walk outside the mountains and take a look.
The outside world is wonderful! This popular song from the 1990s seduces too many "me"s alike in the mountains.
"You must take good care of yourself when you are alone outside." My mother's complaining and helpless instructions came from the other end of the phone.
"The train is about to leave, what are you doing?" The classmate's urging reminded me of standing in a daze next to the phone booth at the West Railway Station. When my classmates and I got mixed into the crowd of people rushing to catch the bus, we could no longer control our emotions. The sadness of leaving home, the strange tomorrow...tears suddenly blurred my eyes.
The destination of the train is Korla, a small town outside the Great Wall that is world-famous for its fragrant pears.
Korla is located at the southern foothills of the Tianshan Mountains and the northeastern part of the Taklimakan Desert. It is the first important town entering the southern Xinjiang region. It means "a place to look out" in Chinese.
At that time, urban construction in Korla had just begun. Looking around, there was not a single high-rise building. The autumn dust scratched my cheeks, which was painful. The only memorable thing is the Peacock River that passes through the city. It lasts for many years, like a playful girl recording the transformation story of the city's reform and development.
After a few days of factory education, my friends and I were filled with the power to serve our country and our country. “Be a real oil hunter!” The sonorous and powerful promise made us Forgot the sadness of leaving home.
Go to the most difficult oil front line to shape your youthful self.
Geophysical prospecting, perhaps too many Chinese people do not understand this industry. We just arrived in Korla, and several old masters told us that choosing geophysical prospecting means choosing dedication. We seem to understand, but we are here anyway, why is it painful?
There are many types of jobs in the petroleum industry. To put it simply, they can be divided into those who look for oil (geophysical prospecting industry), those who drill for oil (Wang Tieren’s job), those who refine oil (petrochemical plants), and those who sell oil (gas stations) . Our geophysical exploration industry is the vanguard of the millions of oil companies. We come with nothing, and we leave with infinite prosperity.
Oil is commonly known as "black gold", and the search for this black gold is extremely difficult. Aladdin's magic lamp once warned kind people that in order to achieve happiness, in addition to wisdom, they must also have the courage to endure hardships.
My first job was as a geophysical driller. I was in the hinterland of Taklimakan in the Sea of ??Death. There was nothing but sand in front of me. Occasionally seeing a dead poplar tree would also make us wonder. Feel more cordial. I remember one time, my teammates and I saw a lizard and walked with it for more than ten minutes.
"When you are in the sea or desert for a long time, the biggest feeling of loneliness is the temptation from the city." Our work is known as "dark at both ends". In the morning before dawn, we have to set off to the construction site, and at night When the morning star hangs high, it is time for us to call it a day.
The prime season for us to work is winter, because only in winter there are fewer desert storms. I deal with icy muddy water every day. My shoes and pants are covered in layers of ice. My hands are wearing thick rubber gloves. I accidentally got into the ice water and it hurts terribly.
These hardships are just superficial, there are even more frightening things, and you need to deal with sudden sandstorms at any time. When my teammates were at their worst, they were trapped in the desert for three days and nights, with only some leftover food to satisfy their hunger. Mobile phones were not yet popular at that time, and they lost contact inside and outside for more than 40 hours. Afterwards, my teammates told us that they only understood when they were actually facing death. The beauty of being alive.
At the beginning of this century, the clarion call for the development of the western region inspired the steady development of Xinjiang. As a petroleum geophysical prospector, I always stick to Korla in southern Xinjiang. My teammates who came with me are getting stronger. The sense of mission to find oil and gas is even stronger.
People say that home is where the mother is before marriage, and home is where the wife is after marriage. (Haha! I’m not raking my ears!) My parents hope that I can find a wife from my hometown in Hebei, so that no matter how high my kite flies, I can’t escape the palm of the man holding the roller.
"There is a girl named Xiaofang in the village. She is good-looking and beautiful." Whether this is Li Chunbo's true love story is unknown, but it has a dusty story like a fallen leaf with me.
Before coming to Xinjiang, "Xiaofang" (a pseudonym is used to avoid suspicion) from a neighboring village was delicate and clean, with short black hair, a white face, and affectionate eyes, and she smiled. Beautiful and touching. "Xiaofang" and I are alumni of the same class, and her academic performance is among the best. We met later and fell in love with each other. Just when we were about to continue the dream love of Three Lives, Three Worlds and Ten Miles of Peach Blossoms, she chose to let go because of my work in Xinjiang.
The beautiful first love is like a fallen leaf, which not only embellishes the autumn scenery, but also leaves the helplessness of autumn. All this is because I chose Korla and lost the love of my youth, and because I chose Korla, my second hometown in life, it gave me and witnessed the true beginning of my love life.
My lover and I have gone through more than ten years in a blink of an eye, from acquaintance to falling in love, from knowing each other to falling in love. Every bit of life between me and my lover (life is just normal) /p/216c47386ec0
My lover and I walked hand in hand along the beautiful Peacock River, looking forward to the comfort and beauty of our future life. Korla was a witness; The beautiful transformation of Korla: the lights are on, there are more bridges, the roads are wider, the changes are changing with each passing day; taking the initiative to line up, taking the initiative to give up your seat, taking the initiative to chat, the warmth of a harmonious place; my wife and I are both witnesses, and even more so practitioner.
With its dazzling aura, the development and progress of Korla, a national charming city, a national sanitary city, and a national civilized city, are the result of the efforts and dedication of countless ordinary people like me. Because here is my love and my future. I feel that life is more wonderful than living in this beautiful small town outside the Great Wall!
My daughter-in-law often boasts: "My child and I are city dwellers, hum! You can be considered half city dweller!" Her language is full of provocation and arrogance. I bowed my head and said nothing.
The birth of my child brought incomparable happiness to my wife and me, and it also connected my life with this city.
Whenever the weekend comes, my daughter and I wear sportswear, ride on the tree-lined paths, and tell her the story of the classic literature "Journey to the West" and this city, a time-travel version of reality. The children were told fairy tales from the age of 3 to 6 years old (haha!). Every time I drive by the Kaidu River on the outskirts of the city (the sand river that conquered Sha Monk), my daughter points to the river and asks "a hundred thousand whys". Finally, she says in confusion: "Dad, the river is so shallow, how can Sha Monk hide in it?" "Yeah?"
The second half of my life has begun. Every time I go back to Hebei, my friends will ask with concern: "Come back, don't you bury your loyalties in the sand of the Western Regions?" I always smile back, I understand the good intentions of my friends, but I am more loyal to my heart.
How much will life be like at the end of life? But the content and direction of life are within our own control. The desert is desolate, but life cannot be desolate again.
We are more like small fish to the city that raised us. If we leave the deep blue, we will lose the memory of love.
New ideas and new journeys are destined to change and lead the place I live in to move forward. This is my hope, and it is also the hope of this windy city! ! !
I am participating in the "City Stories & Stories & Things to Do About Work" joint essay competition | This city is very windy essay competition. Comments and likes are welcome, thank you.