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Narathi – my first love
When I set foot on the land of Xinjiang again, I couldn't help but think of her, Narathi, my first love! Of course, there is also a beautiful and beautiful Xibe girl.
18 is a dreamlike age, especially for people like me who are stunted and have low IQ and emotional intelligence, and still have the shyness and ignorance of youth. The 18-year-old girl has a flower, and the 18-year-old me stepped into the big school of the army as the song rap "18 years old and 18 years old I became a soldier in the army", and at the same time, I ended the infancy of the middle school era and became the guardian and defender of the motherland's frontier.
After more than ten days of tossing and turning, the green-skinned train was already a high-standard treatment, and the military truck wrapped in a canvas canopy pulled me to the side of the auditorium of the 20th Infantry Regiment of the Army's Seventh Division in Narathi, Xinyuan County, Xinjiang, and perhaps because of my short stature and thinness, I was assigned to the regiment's directly subordinate company, the 82nd Gunless Company located behind the auditorium, and began my formal military life.
In the blink of an eye, it has been 38 years since I left that beautiful and unforgettable land, and although the picture engraved in my mind will be blurred, it has not disappeared, and as the years have passed, some pictures have become clearer and clearer.
On the flat ground of more than ten kilometers wide between the two east-west valleys sit the small village and town of Narathi, and the 20th Regiment of Infantry of the People's Liberation Army is on the gentle slope at the foot of the mountain in the south, a checkpoint next to the road that runs east-west from Narathi, walking south along a gravel road of more than ten meters wide, and on both sides of the road is the sand and gravel beach that was washed by the river during the peak of the Gongnais River, and under the bridge not far away is the crystal clear Gongnais River, which is the mother river here. The water we ate at that time was drunk directly from the river in large buckets and into the tanks of the barracks dormitory; the river was as east-west as the road through Narathi. After crossing the bridge, there is a dense forest belt, like a green ribbon that meanders with the Gongnais River, and in autumn, it will turn golden and more charming; after this forest, it is a gentle uphill road of less than 300 meters, and on both sides of it is a continuous grassland, it is like a green carpet covering the summer Narathi Gongnais River, and the blossoming flowers of various colors attract bees and butterflies. Looking up at the far end of the road, there is the gate of the barracks of the Twentieth Regiment, which at that time was a very simple gate, a mailroom and two iron fence doors, flanked by a long red brick wall built according to the terrain, at this point we stepped into the barracks, please follow my vision to see the barracks of the Twenty Infantry Regiments in the early 80s.
Leaving the barracks gate and continuing to walk slowly to the south, on the left side is the 100 artillery company, the high machine company and the 82nd gunless company where I am, and the gate of the high machine company is directly in front of the regimental auditorium, the south side of the auditorium is the special agent company next to the 82nd artilleryless company, the north side of the auditorium is across the road from the communication company, the west side of the communication company is the regiment service agency, the great hall faces the westward road to the regimental headquarters, and along the road in front of the communication company and the service agency, going west, will pass the regimental health team in the north of the road, the family hospital on the south side of the road. Arrived at the teaching team after being served in the warehouse. Further afield are the three battalions of the Independent and Regimental Headquarters. We returned to the gate of the barracks, and along the way to the east, we arrived at the headquarters of the first and second battalions.
At that time, the barracks were all bungalows, one company and one yard, just like the courtyard in Beijing, the courtyard enclosed by the bungalows was a vacant lot in the middle, the company assembly and queue training were carried out there, and the rectangular yard was in front of the mouth formed by the house, and there was no gate, but there were sentries guarding, and the corresponding other side was the company canteen, and the two sides of the bungalow were used for soldiers to stay.
The reason why I call Narathi my first love is because she is like a beautiful woman who is very beautiful, and her beauty immediately attracts the eyes of me, a hairy boy who is not deeply involved in the world, and I stare at her, my breathing is pounding, and I am deeply in love with her.
Here is in the depths of the mountains, the four seasons are not obvious, spring is short, see the branches of the buds are already full of emerald green in a few days; and when you are preparing to stroll on the banks of the Gongnais River in autumn, carefully watching the autumn yellow leaves, an autumn wind and autumn rain is already full of golden yellow, the winter Narathi is full of charm, the cold winter snow after snow, can not crush the back of the green pine, but makes the green pine and the white snow produce a more beautiful picture, not over the knee of the snow, must be two or three people to cooperate with the shovel to clear A large plank, tied to a rope, two men pulled in front, and one man in the back pressed down the plank, moving to push the snow into the ditch. In winter, the Gongnes River would freeze, and sometimes for the sake of electricity for the troops, we would be sent out to break the ice in the river, which was a good opportunity for me to play even if it was the same work, stepping on the thick snow, listening to the creaking sound of the snow on my feet, and occasionally stepping on the footprints of the tank car. I still remember that on a stormy evening, I and my comrade-in-arms Liu Hongjun in Xi'an ran to Narathi with a leather coat and a leather hat and big shoes to drink (sorry I like romance and not particularly disciplined soldiers want to criticize me, although I leave a message I accept criticism) The snow was similar to that described in the text "Li Yuxue Entered Caizhou at Night" (if you don't know this text, you are not much better than me, although I violated discipline to drink, you don't even know the text, we are half a pound and eight or two)
In the summer, Narathi is even more beautiful, the movie "The Girl who Is not an Actor" in a scene of a girl chasing a horse and a sheep is filmed there, my writing level is limited, hands should not be eyes, eyes should not be heart, can not be very good to the beautiful Narathi scenery perfectly presented to everyone in words, but someone can do it, I will excerpt a clip of "Jane Eyre".
One: April passes and May comes. It was a quiet and bright May, with blue skies, sunshine, and a westerly or southerly wind. The grass and trees grew rapidly, and Narathi shook open its hair and became a thick green everywhere, full of flowers. Its skeletons of tall elms, willows and oak trees have all regained their majestic vitality, and various forest plants grow densely along its mountain waters. Countless mosses of all kinds covered its depressions, and its wild primrose flowers in full bloom became a wonderful sunlight growing from the ground, and I had seen their golden light sprinkled like cute spots of light in the shade. I often enjoyed all of this, free, unguarded, and almost alone.
Second: the breeze blows from the west, and it blows over the hills, with the good smell of heather and cordyceps. The blue sky is cloudless, the stream flows down the valley, filled with a few spring rains that have just fallen, rushing and clear, reflecting the glittering golden light of the sun and the sapphire color of the sky. We walked forward, leaving the path, and stepping into the soft grass, which was as soft as moss, as turquoise as emerald, delicately dotted with a small white flower, and a yellow flower shining like a star. The hills on all sides had unwittingly surrounded us, because the end of the valley was just winding into the center of the mountains.
I spent a year in Narathi, where I enjoyed the gifts of nature to mankind, rivers, forests, grasslands, pines and snow; flowers and blue skies; emerald green and golden yellow, and went to Narathi every week to go shopping under the pretext of seeing the beautiful Xibe girl, she was as beautiful as Narathi, just as enchanting!
I love you – Narathi – my first love!
May 25, 2021 in Urumqi, Xinjiang
