I have traveled thousands of roads, but I will never forget the small roads in my hometown; I have sung countless songs, but I will never forget the songs of my hometown...
My hometown is where I was when I was young. It is a place that one desperately wants to escape from; it is a place where wanderers dream about; it is a place where the soul lives forever; it is a place where even after death, one feels happy even after turning into soil.
It is difficult for a person who has never been far away from his hometown and has been wandering for a long time to truly feel the beauty of his hometown.
At this moment, I am sitting in a corner of the capital that is hot and depressing. I miss my emerald-clear Sailim Lake; I miss my steep and majestic fruit ditch with tall spruce trees; I miss my ribbon-like Ili River rolling westward; I miss my green grassy Gongnaisi with thousands of horses galloping. The prairie; I miss the towering Tianshan Mountains with glistening ice and snow; I miss the Kazakh yurt with the sound of tambula playing; I miss the small world where I roamed freely as a child, and everything on that land.
The Tianshan Mountains traverse the Western Region for more than 4,000 miles. At the westernmost end, they are divided into two herringbone-shaped branches, stretching for hundreds of miles. In the middle, the world-famous "Jiangnan beyond the Great Wall" is formed, the Ili River Valley.
There are abundant water and grass, thousands of miles of fertile fields, surrounded by snow-capped mountains, and the river flows to the west...
I was born in Xiaoerbulak on the banks of the Gonnais River, a standard second-generation soldier. My father's generation came here in the early 1960s. After the joint efforts of two generations and the country's assistance, our hometown is now experiencing rapid development.
There is a group song "The Love of Xiaoerbulake" in my hometown. Every time I return to my hometown, I will hear someone singing in the square at dusk: "The boundless wheat waves in the blue sky and white clouds, the melodious pastoral songs in the snow-capped mountains and jungles, The sky is surrounded by the new factory, and a big river is chasing the sun. . . . In my wandering life of more than 20 years, it gradually turned into the most beautiful song.
I remember that I was in Xi'an in 1996. When I first started writing songs, I wrote "Ili River", "Clouds", "Night in a Foreign Land" and other songs about missing my hometown. This complex always runs through my music creation and life context. Like Wang Luobin, like Dombula, like the Kazakh nation, they are all inextricably linked to this strong hometown love.
Carrying the donbula on my back, I walked at a loss on the noisy streets of a foreign land.
I miss the quiet moon in my hometown; I miss the pungent fragrance of grass in the valley in summer; I miss the wisps of smoke rising from the farmhouse roof; I miss the beating fire in the wind and snow...
Hometown, everyone’s hometown is beautiful.
But my hometown, I can tell you without any shame: it is definitely the most beautiful land in the world!