What's it like to live in Xinjiang?

My home is in Korla. It's not because I stayed in Nanjing after graduating from college and didn't choose to go back, so I don't love this land that raised me. Korla is so small that your friends are your primary school classmates and your junior high school classmates are like your sister-in-law. Korla is developing too fast. I learned to go home last year and found that I couldn't find my way home. Korla is so clean that no one dares to litter. There are so many fragrant pears in Korla that they are fed to donkeys. Korla people like to walk by the Peacock River, talk about life and put lanterns. Korla people usually meet at the gate of Xinhua Bookstore. People in Korla have all gone to Xinhuijia now, and there is no Wanda there. The special cold rice noodles opposite Korla People's Hospital often appear in the depths of my taste. Female students in Korla high school love to eat Montessori rice noodles, but the price of rice noodles is getting higher and higher. There are three schools in Huashan No.2 Middle School and No.4 Middle School in Korla, and the number one scholar always comes from these three schools. Korla people go to work at ten o'clock every day and have lunch breaks until four o'clock. Nightlife is probably KTV, barbecue and playing cards. The tourist attractions in Korla are monopolized by Longshan, and tiemenguan will visit them occasionally. The blue sky and white clouds in Korla are close to you, as if you can reach out and touch them. Korla is the most beautiful city in Xinjiang in my heart, with suitable temperature and economical benefits. On the streets of Korla, the music of Uygur villagers knocking on sheepskin drums often rings, with sounds far and near. It says that my nose suddenly hurts a little, that's all.