Xinjiang is a good place! There are many colors: Kanas Lake is like a fairyland, the poplar birch trees are dyed with layers, the mysterious dreams of Lop Nur are colorful, the Tianshan Mountains are beautiful in the north and south, and the Karakoram is majestic; there are many products: grapes cantaloupe are sweet and delicious, Xinjiang cotton is the first in the world, Hetian jade is crystal clear, and there are countless horses, cattle and sheep galloping on the vast grasslands; there are spirits and spirits there: we read the story of Avanti when we were children, heard the legend of Uncle Kurban riding a donkey to Beijing, and sang the long braids of Uyghur girls... The sky in Xinjiang is so high, the earth is so wide, the mountains are so quiet, the water is so beautiful, the flowers are so red, everything is extremely affectionate, Zhong Lingyu is beautiful, and fascinating. Liu Min's comrades-in-arms went to the most beautiful places to write beautiful poems and shine their dreams into reality, and we should all go to heaven on earth for a trip!
Original Comrade-in-Arms Newspaper Comrade-in-Arms New Newspaper Today
[Words written in the front]: Autumn is getting stronger, and the north and south of the Tianshan Mountains are getting drier and yellower. Autumn in Xinjiang is a splendid lyric poem. The poet Liu Min was fascinated by the magnificence of "the desert is lonely and straight, the long river is full of sunsets", meadows, poplars, deserts, snow fields, that touch of scenery is like a palette of colorful magic, in his pen into wisps of poetry. Even if it was a yellowed autumn leaf, he would rub her into the autumn poetry river and drunkenly chant throughout the autumn. Let's walk into Xinjiang and read the sentiments from the foot of the Tianshan Mountains!
Cadres aiding Xinjiang work in the fields (small plots of land need to be manually picked, and large areas of harvesting are mechanized)
Ning Zhiyu was photographed on September 29, 2021 at the Wujiaqu City Communist Youth League Farm of the Sixth Division of the Xinjiang Production and Construction Corps
Note: The pictures in this issue are all taken by the author except for the signature
Aiding Xinjiang people
When the motherland is called
You have chosen Xinjiang
Face difficulties and challenges
Vow to be a strong poplar
Your steps are strong and strong
It's like a soldier throwing himself into the battlefield
You are not without love
Instead, bury the little love in the bottom of the heart
Take great love to heart
The great one of the nations
There are always people who come and go
There are always people who ride the wind and waves
Footprints remain in the snowy mountains and sand seas
Sweat spilled all over the fields
Remember the mission and live up to the trust
Write poems in vast lands
Leisurely nights
It will also face the bright moon of the Tianshan Mountains
Tell your loved ones about your heart
I have not heard your rhetoric
I have not seen the slightest sorrow in you
Loneliness, toil, sacrifice
Wind and frost through the years
You will be blazing with affection for the motherland
Compose the music of national unity
Desert poplar
Born of sorrow
One station for a thousand years
Don't be afraid of the wind on the edge
Not afraid of the frost of the years
Even walking in the wilderness
Will also choose to be tenacious
The wind blows
Torrential rain is coming
Your dense root system
Hold on to the earth
The cold does not die
The heat does not dry
You use a lofty canopy
Proclaim your supremacy over heaven and earth
The sand sea is clear, and the desert is vast
It's just you
Thousand years of cultivation
It still retains its immortal appearance
Northern Xinjiang Xingyin
Scenery outside the Lanxin high-speed railway
Door source golden yellow rape flower
Spread across the sky like a carpet
The Qilian Mountains are majestic and undulating
It stretches across the northwest of the motherland
Cows and sheep are scattered like pearls on the hillside
Clouds drifted around the valley
The Danxia landform of Zhangye resembles a overturned palette
The city gate of Jiayuguan seemed to be watching Tang Monk go west
The Qaidam Basin can't be seen at a glance
Experience the four seasons at the foot of the Tianshan Mountains
The felt house is like a green canopy of stars
What a beautiful and amorous land
Burzin
You are at the highest point of the "chicken tail" in the territory of the motherland
The sun didn't kiss the horizon until ten o'clock in the evening
Snow water coming down from Friendship Peak
Clear and sweet
Polishing the face of the border city
Lovers walk hand in hand by the river
The evening wind blows and the piano sounds melodious
Unforgettable Western style
What a charming and intoxicating night
Grass wood
A poetic village
Lie quietly in altai's arms
Turquoise skies
Soaring birds
The thin morning fog is like cooking smoke
The birch forest is like an outpost
The stream sings ancient songs
Jadenyu
Villas here are only open during the summer months
We came and went in a hurry for only one night
The Mongolian boy with the kebabs was just about to close the stall
The tourist's arrival pulled his eyes back
It was late at night
Slightly drunk
Starry
Not far away
The felt room flowed with the carnival of Winterbulla
Kanas Lake
Who is the jewel left behind
Crystal clear
Whose tears are they?
Drip into the heart lake
That slender body
More beautiful than legend
Dense jungle by the lake
Like the ancient mountains
Silently accompany the millennium
Take a bouquet of holy lake water
Wash your dusty mind
After the snow
Wind after snow
Blowing the ground after the snow
Cold snap after snow
Invaded Urumqi
We walked by
Streets after snow
Buildings after snow
Put on a warm snowsuit
【About the author】Liu Min, a retired soldier, currently lives in Taiyuan, Shanxi. Walking between poetry, perspective on the journey of life, good at salvaging feelings in life, his works are scattered in traditional media and emerging online platforms