三十多年前的一个春天 ,我出生在那广袤而美丽的新疆。记得上小学二年级时 ,爸爸带我和单位的叔叔去库车下乡。第一次离开乌鲁木齐 ,让我感受到新疆真是太大、太辽阔了。颠簸的军车 ,行驶在无尽的道路上 ,灼热的太阳当空挂着 ,像似要烤焦地上所有生命。时而 ,乌云翻滚 ,耳边响 One spring thirty years ago, I was born in that vast and beautiful Xinjiang. I remember when I was in second grade, my father took me and my uncle to Kuche to go to the countryside. For the first time leaving Urumqi, let me feel that Xinjiang is really too big and too vast. Bumpy military vehicles, driving in the endless road, the hot sun hung empty, like to burn all the life on the coke. From time to time, clouds tumble, ears ring