Gently expand the territory of the motherland will always be looking to move to the western border of the mysterious, long time to stay in that fantastic place ---- the beautiful Xinjiang.
Now think of it felt a little strange, home of my Bohai Sea, why they leave their feelings into such a distant place, why give me a deep affection in Xinjiang, I am fascinated and why one can not help but mention the Xinjiang waves from inner feelings can not be .
Xinjiang's total like an illusion. The reason why many people yearning for Xinjiang, and is not a person beyond nostalgia, but from the long-sung songs. Perhaps those melodious song is too beautiful, and perhaps our hearts still chasing beautiful harbor, "a good place in Xinjiang", "horse it, you hurry to go," "Song of Karamay," and so on, in the mood inside melodious picture of a vast, rich and beautiful, and "in that distant place", "light up the past two weeks", the "big board city girl," has become a passion for life, looking forward to a beautiful long longing. Impression, Xinjiang is not only snow-capped mountains, grasslands and deserts, it is not only a cantaloupe, raisins and girls have found fault, Xinjiang is also "reform and open up Lechuan" to describe the romantic atmosphere: the green and wild and fog, wind and see the sheep meadow .
And I understand in Xinjiang more than that. Although he did not been to Xinjiang, and do not know where the customs and habits, but the word of Xinjiang has long been in my young mind occupied a territory. All of this comes from the grandfather, he left me the impression I am afraid that life in Xinjiang also wipe it away.
Grandpa tall, burly figure it is some pride people. Na Fu looks, resembles the movie "heroes and heroines," where the political commissar Wang Wenqing, which is the reason I love this movie. However, grandparents do not win the gun, as young as 15 years of age to go out to the Isle learn carpenter, 20-year-old's career began to make a living wandering. Before the liberation alone go out to the Northeast, the Soviet Union and other places with others to work, then return and participate in the building after the liberation, Shaanxi, Yinchuan some of the key construction projects, such as Northwestern University, and so on, have all left him sweat. While he was working while wandering, to the early sixties, along with the building of the ranks of the way to Xinjiang Changji physical exploration unit, where he settled down, living alone for 20 years, until nearly 70-year-old when he finally retired and returned home.
The first is to recognize grandparents in Xinjiang back from his home in Jinan, when passing through. I remember I was five years and one day her mother returned home at noon, a stranger behind the first and second. The man high, and features some solemn, some people looked scared. Hiding behind my mother, inviting her clothes did not dare let go, strangely enough, looking at the past this person. Mother bent down to tell me that it was Grandpa, his mother's father. This is the first time I recognize Grandpa, that scene is still vivid. A long time, and the grandparents are also familiar with and found his solemn face, even after a very kind, not only did not terrible, but also so good amiable.
Grandpa is not every year to visit relatives back home from Xinjiang. At that time from Xinjiang to Jinan need to go 56 days, so he generally save the holiday, come back once a year. Whenever he comes back, with a total spend a few days in Jinan small, and then Ben went home. To go back, but also settled in Jinan, rest a few days.
Grandpa Every time I come by our home, the whole family are happy, Mom to improve their lives, do delicious, dad to rummaging through wine, accompanied Grandpa drink, and I will be able to eat, he brought the raisins from Xinjiang. Grandpa come, see I was happy to be me and him a table for dinner, a large bed, with the street to the park, I like his Yaoli the keys wherever brought there, inseparable. Higher wages may Grandpa bar, do not be afraid to spend money, so he took me shopping to buy things, a little ambiguity. Grandpa likes to get around to see, stroll to the park landscape, I recall one time to Thousand Buddha Mountain, ride the bus and failed to note was hit by thieves went to the purse closed.
Grandpa back home, it is very willing to bring me, so that his side have my moments. Go to the market Ye Hao, visit relatives Ye Hao, climbing Ye Hao, I have followed him. A long time, the home of the grandfather's feelings are deep, and gradually learned the beautiful home and the joy of reunion. Each end of the year when vacation soon, I looking forward to grandparents can come to the letter. He said the Chinese New Year this year to return to his home, and then I got on the happy can not you get all excited I could not sleep. While Zhuang Shui, while listening to talk with Mom and Dad take along something to the family in preparation for something.
I am 13 years old, less than the end of early maternal grandfather came from Xinjiang. He wanted to take me back home, but have not yet put the school winter vacation, could not follow him. I rely on the refused to let him go, asked him to wait for me. He could not wait that long, finally said, and so go put your winter vacation, I am home waiting for you. Every day, looking forward to those days I had a little bit faster. Such as a holiday, I am ready to bring my mother wrapped, really alone go. Sat night train, but also in Yantai transfer vehicle, after a day and a night of hard work, finally returning home. And this is my first independent travel was born.
Drinking is a grandfather's hobby, no matter how hard the days are Dun Dun wine. He usually saved here, where the mean can turn to wine on the more generous. Jinan dads to accompany him, and returning home I became a grandfather's wine to accompany. He always said, drink well, to accompany him to see I am not very happy. In this way, he Liangzhong, my cup into the scenery every meal. Today, depriving the year he and I had no difference in alcohol.
Perhaps the most beautiful young impression when he fell, perhaps Aiwujiwu, when I think Grandpa would think of Xinjiang. For me, Xinjiang is a sweet raisins, is grandfather to my favorite, as well as the dream of home. I do not know how many times to climb on the map to find the distance, while the dead of night time, they hid his blanket like that distant place, determined to grow up to Xinjiang to go, to get to Grandpa.
Xinjiang - Jinan - hometown of one of my childhood landscape. About the winter of 1978, Grandpa retired back home, this is the last time coming back from Xinjiang, until his death 15 years ago, never go back to. But I think he is still in Xinjiang, maybe that day is coming back. I would like a trip to Xinjiang, and look for that vision more than 30 years where, in the taste of the vast territory the same time, the period of review, and Grandpa interaction time.
(July 9, 2000)

Author: wangzc