Yes, the beautiful Hutubi, everyone says so. Yesterday, I heard that Hutubi is a Uighur transliteration. What does it mean is unknown. Later, I looked it up on the Internet. According to the records of Hutubi County, Hutubi was named after Hutukbaigole (now Hutubi River), which is Mongolian in Junggar. The correct translation is "Hutukbaie", which means "auspicious" in Junggar Mongolian, and it is similar to "a place with gods" according to Junggar's free translation. So Hutubi is a place with "God" in history.
/kloc-At the beginning of the 3rd century, the Hutubi area was incorporated into the territory of Mongolia, which belonged to the Wulu of Chahetai at that time. Later, Waci people entered this area until the Junggar rebellion was put down in the 24th year of Qing Qianlong (1759). For about 500 years, Mongolians have been the dominant ethnic group here, so Mongolians use their own language to name them.
It takes two hours to drive from Urumqi. There are few vehicles and people on the road. The road is extremely wide and there are many flowers and plants. Finally arrived at the destination, as soon as I got off the bus, I was greeted by volunteers in front and went to a conference room on the second floor. When they arrived at the meeting room, everyone was hungry. Sit in a chair and don't want to move
reach
Lying on the table in the conference room, listless and tired by car, the whole conference room was silent. What I can feel is that I am infinitely narrowed in the corner of the whole world until I die. In fact, all this is an inner expectation. In extreme cases, hallucinations will occur, and the inner matter will shift with your strong perception.
Helpless, what broke my fantasy was eating.
Hearing that it was time to eat, everyone's interest was suddenly aroused. Led by a group of people, we came to a restaurant. Feeling the coldness of the air conditioner, the companions were cautious and silent, and their voices dropped by several decibels. From a psychological point of view, this stage should be exploratory, and the best preventive measure for the unknown is silence. But we don't really know much about it. We are all playing with mobile phones, or sitting there meditating on our troubles. Liaison officers occasionally come in to chat and talk about unimportant things intentionally or unintentionally.
The table is full of melons and fruits. The melons here are really sweet and addictive. Finally, when all the dishes are served, we can only stare at each other and wait for the leaders. How can you expect an unknown leader?
"The leader is coming", and we all stood up to pay our respects.
Leadership is really leadership. As soon as people arrived, they came with great energy, waved their hands and said with a smile, "Sit down quickly." Compared with male leaders, female leaders are obviously surprised by our appearance. When she first came in, she subconsciously paused, covered her mouth with her hand, and then showed a professional smile. This smile has a mysterious color, which makes me puzzled and embarrassed.
At the dinner table, of course, the meticulous care of the leaders is indispensable. Ask this and that for a while, obviously our answer, our state is what he wants to see. Simplicity, immaturity, inexperience, and leaders are at ease, so we are comfortable.
stay up late or all night on New Year's Eve
The topic of welcoming the new year has been involved since childhood. From the initial ignorance to the current indifference, I have become accustomed to the routine that everyone starts to cut to the chase after a brief greeting. Now this positioning is really different. This is the first step into society, but the form is the same. We've rehearsed it countless times. It was not until the real performance that I realized that everything was so natural and true.
Unfortunately, I missed this orientation, because a little friend was ill, and I accompanied her to see a doctor. It's my first time to come to the county hospital, pass the security check for the first time and go to the new building for the first time. Looking at brand-new buildings and strange windows.
I think this hospital is not bad.
Fate is sometimes really wonderful, and the unit I admire in my heart has become the unit I serve.
On the way back from the hospital, I learned something from last year's volunteers. When I returned to the Youth League Committee, they had almost finished the reception. Finally, I learned that I was assigned to the county hospital, and I could hardly laugh. Because I was transferred again, from a position that sounded very suitable for me to a completely untouchable unit (I didn't know there was such an administrative position in the general office at that time).
I didn't understand at first, or I was wronged, but I accepted it later. I can't help it I am a person who has no opinion. And timid, used to listening to other people's instructions, never thought about changing myself.
The dean of the hospital came to meet me, and I smiled. Next, I was embarrassed, I was not good at talking, and I had bad feelings for strangers. When I left, the secretary came over and patted me on the shoulder, telling me not to take the civil servant or institution exam for the time being, and then said that it was a joke, or that kind of smile, mysterious and uncomfortable.
I followed the director and quietly went to the hospital for the second time.
stay
After the director brought me back, I went to the monitoring room. I seriously visited the hospital for the first time. A pavilion in the middle is wrapped in a building. I suddenly felt my throat stuck and a little depressed. The director introduced me to Director Zhang and I soon remembered them. Then I saw a roster on the wall. I concentrated on trying to remember these names in my mind, but I found it was in vain. I don't have the ability to remember so many names, and I can't even get familiar with them.
After eating a tooth of watermelon, I followed the director to the staff dormitory and looked at the bunk beds outside the door. The staff were sleeping naked. I was devastated to think that I might live in such a dormitory. I feel a little smug that there is no extra bed for me to live in. Before I came to Hutubi, I heard from the liaison that the accommodation was very good. I was lucky. At this time, the mobile phone has been shaking, and friends are showing off their new homes.
Then, the director said there was an expert room to choose from, and I was taken to another place. I prayed that this place would be the same as my friend's, at least not much different. The reality hit me again. In a small room, shabby, converted into three bedrooms, and stuffy. The sweat on my face keeps flowing, and my heart is hesitating. I think there should be other places for me to choose.
No, I didn't! The director said, I'll give you a bunk bed here, and the corner over there gestured for me to add a bed. My idea of going home at that time was infinitely magnified. I began to think about how to quit volunteering. I really don't want to stay. What the leader said before, don't compare with others, don't mention conditions, I have long forgotten it. My only thought is to escape from this place and swear never to come back. I may be excited, but I advise myself not to show it.
The director has already booked me a bed. I said I didn't want to live, so I suggested renting at my own expense without thinking. The director pondered. Suddenly feel a little embarrassed, slowly adjust the state.
Save your life! I was taken to a better place, where no one lived for a long time, and a musty smell came to my nose. But fortunately, compared with others, this room is underground. The director asked me if I could, and I nodded in response. The next scene moved me inexplicably. The director and Meng Yi began to tidy up the house, and Xiao Zhang was also summoned. I think this residence should be from Anton.
After they left, Xiao Zhang accompanied me around the office, but my mind was blank and I was thinking about my own thoughts.
That night, I went to see the little beauty's house, which surprised me. Really, after I visited several dormitories in succession, I was amazed at the exquisite decoration of her home. Looking around, I can't help but vomit a few words about my house.
please oneself
On July 3 1, I was supposed to go to work, and I was told to attend a group activity the day before. As a result, the date of going to work was delayed by another day.
After asking for leave from the director, I hurried to the Youth League Committee. I saw my familiar friends. Although we haven't seen each other for two days, everyone cheered after meeting. That morning, we went to Downton Vineyard. On the way, several students sang and laughed to the music in the car. Time passed quickly, and we arrived at our destination in the blink of an eye. After getting off the bus, some staff explained the big events in the park, visited the growing grapes and tasted some ripe grapes. The heat in the body is sweet in the heart.
At noon, the Youth League invited everyone to eat Xinjiang specialties, and my mood was inexplicably low. It's hard for me to refresh myself when I get back to my place after dinner. Several leaders talked about what happened in recent days, criticizing a lot and encouraging little. One of the leaders also "induced" us by setting an example. I don't know what other people think. I just feel that I have been given chicken soup again, but I don't like to drink broth by nature, so I didn't listen carefully at all.
In the afternoon, a group of people went to the first drift in Tianshan Mountain. I didn't take part in this activity. I didn't intend to attend (for personal reasons), but Buff was not feeling well, so we stayed alone and didn't go into the water.
I chose to go there to blow under a gazebo. The sunshine behind me was very comfortable, and my inner anxiety and uneasiness were instantly replaced by a pleasant mood. Close your eyes and the whole world will live in my heart. This may be Freud's ego. Whenever I am free, I always want to write something to record. I don't want to think hard, organize language and build a framework. I just want to record the present with simple language and clumsy expression.
An hour later, I vaguely heard their laughter. As soon as I turned around, they all went ashore wet, which was a bond to increase their feelings. A group of us, big or small, have our own ideas. No one will become angry from embarrassment in such a rough fight, and no one will be furious because of playing too much. The development of things seems logical. The men in the story will be as gentle as jade, and the women will be as tender as water. This is an excellent way for many units to "win people's hearts".
Buff may feel a little sorry, but I won't. I will only be happy or sad about things that interest me. So, when our party went back, they were all chirping, while I was thinking in my mind.
There are still songs on the bus, and people who love singing hum along with Mai. Listening to songs, watching the scenery, thinking about your own ideas, everything is the most satisfactory.
dinner
Parked on the side of the road, in a yard, there is a neat house, and there is a big tree and chickens and dogs in the yard, which is simply my ideal place. At this time, I will think of a poem I once wrote:
I have to go now. /I have to go now.
I'm going to a strange city
It's best not to have a light, let yourself
Do it at sunrise and rest at sunset; Work from sunrise to sunset
This is just a sign of the beginning.
Write a poem as a consolation
Let wriggle again as a gesture of * * *.
This move will take away regret.
These obscure words exist in the sea of books.
Be swallowed up. The journey of life is about to begin.
The same sound was shot down to the ground.
Through a crack in the wall
This is a thousand years later.
Let all gloomy emotions be dispelled.
Let's go, go to the distant place we want to go.
Let's go and give yourself a direction.
I met poetry on the way to wandering.