Every year when I return to my hometown, I recall some interesting things! This year, a new house was built in my hometown, but the yard is still the yard, and the people around are still the same. But it seems that “like attracts like”. To the east of my house is the courtyard of my sixth grandfather, surrounded by brick walls. The brick wall was built when I was in primary school, about ten years ago....

February 9, 2024 The mood of the environment and the characters is related, even in the cold winter, it does not affect the joyful mood of the characters. In the vast sea of ​​people in the big city, some people cannot suppress the joy of just entering it. I stepped on the cold northern snow, and the snow made a squeaking sound. The winter morning turned out to be foggy, even Apollo couldn’t penetrate it....

December 16, 2023 When my brain starts to convulse, my thoughts begin to go crazy. Madness grows wildly, filling and repairing all my gray memories. From the darkness at the beginning of the year, the scattered stars before the darkness, to the current confusion, everything seems familiar, with no peaceful days. Why isn’t pain a form of artistic expression? When I laugh bitterly, it’s still a laugh; in a sense of inexplicable oppression, I swing my fist toward the world filled with cotton, and at that moment, anyone who comes close to me will be attacked....

Under the Ula Mountain I spent a day visiting my hometown in Bayannur. To the north lies a mountain, the Ula Mountain. Stretching for hundreds of miles, it’s a barren mountain. Standing on the roof of a bungalow, I saw vast expanses of cornfields, reminiscent of scenes from “Interstellar.” However, this time coming back, I did feel a bit like time traveling. This feeling came from the four-hour journey from the capital to the Hetao Plain, as well as from the reunion after a long absence from February to September....

August 4, 2023 The ten-day research trip has come to an end, hurried and busy. Ten days, for Xinjiang, may be a moment, a moment in the endless stream of time; a long journey of ten thousand kilometers. We have only glimpsed one-thousandth of Xinjiang, yet from this small glimpse, we’ve seen golden glimmers, glimpsed stars rising, glimpsed myriad landscapes. Sweeping across one-sixth of the country’s territory, we caught a glimpse of various common occurrences: the vastness of the northern and southern Xinjiang regions, the myriad history traversing thousands of years—part buried in sand, part growing in oases, and part scattered on the grasslands in the sky....