Yakun Night Reading 丨 Moments of Remembrance (With Sound)

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On a drizzly day in Changsha, we went to Shaoshan City to visit the former residence of the great leader Mao Zedong. After visiting Mao Zedong's former residence, we went to Mao Zedong Square. Our 20 young writers from Xinjiang placed flower baskets in front of the bronze statue of the great leader Mao Zedong, relived the oath of joining the party, and stared intently at the bronze statue of the great man. When I came back that day, I suddenly had the inspiration to put the poem "Shaoshan Chong Ah Chong Lian Chong, ten families and nine poor households, there are female Mo marry Shao Shan Chong, sweet potato firewood sticks to spend the cold winter" and a poem left to my father when Mao Zedong went to Xiangxiang to study, "The child is determined to go out of the countryside, and he will not return the oath if he does not become famous." Buried bones, why do you need to be sangzi, life is everywhere green mountains" translated into Kazakh and Uyghur.

During the 20 days of study and discussion, we listened to the wonderful lectures of many experts and scholars and benefited a lot; we visited Yuelu Academy, one of the four major academies in China; we went to Hunan Television Station and participated in the Awarding Ceremony for Literary and Artistic Creation on the Theme of Poverty Alleviation in Hunan Province, and got to know many writers and friends; we had an active discussion with the heads and editors of periodicals, newspapers and publishing houses such as Hunan Literature and Art, Furong, Hunan Daily, and Changsha Evening News We held a one-day seminar on novels in Hunan Province, invited relevant leaders of the China Writers Association and writers, scholars, and judges of the Contradiction Literature Award and the Lu Xun Literature Prize to comprehensively analyze the problems existing in Chinese literary creation, and also put forward specific requirements for literary creation around the times and the main theme; we held a graduation party in the lecture hall of the Mao Zedong Academy of Letters, and Zhang Mei and I danced the Kazakh "black horse" dance; we went to Orange Island, and we looked at the statue of young Mao Zedong. Remembering this great leader, remembering his great contribution to the founding of New China and the people of Chinese to stand up...

The day of farewell has finally arrived.

That morning, the cool breeze blowing from the west of Changsha embraced us and kissed our faces gently, and the green leaves whispered to wish us a smooth journey. We hugged and said goodbye to the send-off teacher one by one and got on the bus to the airport with heavy footsteps. I found tears in the corners of the eyes of some female classmates. This is the tear of temporary parting; this is the tear of eternal remembrance. At this moment I thought, "From the very beginning, I knew there would always be an end, but I firmly believed that with this end, there would always be a beginning." ”

We have been waiting for this "beginning".

Since the first Xinjiang Writers Class was held in 2011, the Hunan Writers Association and the Xinjiang Uygur Autonomous Region Writers Association have had a nine-year history of friendship in jointly running classes. During last year's 20-day seminar, we inherited this fine tradition and forged eternal friendships with many students in the Hunan class here. Every smiling face, every warm heart, every kind gesture and every polite word planted the seeds of friendship and blossomed into the flowers of unity in our hearts.

After returning from Hunan, my literary career has undergone gratifying changes, and my literary creation has been greatly rewarded. Last year, I was honored to join the Chinese Writers Association and the China Reportage Literature Society; so far, I have published literary works in Huaihua Literature, Changsha Evening News, Literary and Art Life and other journals, and translated four books. These happy events remind me of one of our proverbs: "One side of the water and soil will transmit good fortune to the people of the other side." ”

I believe that other students, like me, always miss the Mao Zedong Literature Institute and the dear teachers who put wings on their literary creations, guided the direction, and led the way.