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A simple living in two places miss living in the Corps miss hometown, go back to hometown miss Corps, two hometowns can not be forgotten, really a simple living in two places miss. He came to the Corps in the 1970 s. After decades of life, he had already regarded the corps as his hometown. The mountains of the Corps, the water of the Corps, the people of the Corps, the affairs of the Corps, and the development and changes of the Corps are almost all printed in the mind. An ignorant teenager, wandering on the edge of the Mongolian Plateau, in the place where the plateau is connected with the plain, surrounded by hills and mountains, the weak small village of the distant mountain, the river beside the village is full of rain and dry without rain. There is always no water when water is needed, but it gurgles when water is not needed. My mother grew up in such a small mountain village. That year, God did not give this weak mountain a little tears. The seeds dried up the last water in the body in the fierce wind, and gradually dried up in the desire. The river with cracked lips under the Blue Sky has already lost the singing of the past. With the help of the government, people in ten li and eight townships barely lived their lives. On a morning without Dew, I said goodbye to my parents, relatives, friends in the Valley of my childhood, and stepped on the train to the West. In the rumbling sound of three days and four nights, came to Xinjiang Construction Corps. Stepping into the land of the Corps, the golden wheat ears were full of eyes, shaking their bodies leisurely under the blue sky, looking forward to the coming harvest. It is really strange to see such a large scale of crops planted on thousands of acres of land for the first time. I asked my foster father, why did he come here to weed and cede so many lands? Father smiled, the land here was never used to hoe, and the land was full of Harvesters. You would know in two days. A few days later, the tractor pulled a harvester and rumbled on the ground. I ran to the ground curiously and couldn’t help sighing my mother, how convenient it was. When I was a child in the countryside, the young seedlings came up and began to weed the land. The taller ones used big hoes to cover the land until the banker was ripe, and it was all artificial to cut the land with sickles. In the rainy years, the more people work, the more vigorous they are. Looking far away, the green seedlings are growing, and the joyful mood can’t forget to sing a few self-made and self-directed Xintianyou, release your happy mood. However, in the year of insufficient rainfall, the dust is flying one slope and one beam. Sad people will also sing a few words to express their feelings, which are mostly melancholy and depressing, the helpless face was filled with melancholy, which was far away from thousands of rivers and mountains, and plunged into the hot land of the Corps. Since then, it has become my second hometown. Giving birth to my hometown and raising my land is just like the heart and back of my hands are so affectionate and warm. One side of the dream was the blue bricks and stone tiles of hometown, the other side was the high buildings of the Corps; The other side of the dream was the affectionate faces of hometown, and the other side was the amiable smiling faces of the Corps. The two hometowns that are haunted by my dreams always affect my homesickness. Walking on the land of the Corps, looking at the streets full of flowers and flowers, looking at the leisurely fields of wheat seedlings and listening to the good songs of Xinjiang, my heart still can’t forget to sing a few words of Xintian youzan (prose editor: di Mo is hurt) change the way to continue to stay with this city I went out at 6 o’clock in the morning and came back at almost 8 o’clock in the evening. From beginning to end, I only welcomed myself with silence; Since I went to college, on weekends… [Original essay] string words Since winter, the sky is dry and the snow is misty. The whole earth is desolate and empty. Whether your mood is like a year, or… Forever military dream Forever military Dream (Ma Xiaochun, Kangle county, Gansu province) memories are like meteors, passing through the unmarked and blurred eyes, and the outline gradually… Spring rain I like spring rain like everything on the Earth. Just after the new year, the sky began to rain. I really like the spring in Jiangnan… Plucked the snowflakes of Dreams (modified) Near the new year, the first snow fell. I was surprised to read a long scroll in the morning, the white one is snow, and the gray one is tree… Self The fashion is transient, and the style is permanent. Things that can shine on others may not be put here. In…