A copy of Ann Liang Ming's song

I am a descendant of military reclamation, and my grandfather came to Xinjiang in the fifties. No amount of space can tell their story,

No matter how great the cause is, it can't hide their contributions! For more than half a century, I have enjoyed the lonely creation next door alone.

From desolation to melon and fruit fragrance, smile without tears, simple and strong!

For many years, I barely had enough food and clothing, spread wheat straw to sleep in the cellar, and reclaimed land. I have no experience, no water, no machines, no complaints, only my hands! Today, decades later, miracles are created in these old hands, including cities, rural areas, fertile fields and beautiful scenery.

As long as I can remember, my grandfather was an old man. Kindness and quietness can only be felt from their stories in those difficult and burning years.

Grandpa and grandma got married in 1948 and they had seven children. When they came to Xinjiang, the children were still very young. In order to take care of their grandmother, they didn't have to work and became family members. Grandpa is the flight attendant. He is in charge of the meals in the regiment. He regularly delivers food to the surrounding companies. Sometimes they have to walk for several kilometers, and everyone carries a bag. If there are not enough people, you have to run several times. Later, with the handcart, things got a little better. The most difficult period, food shortage, and a large family. The monthly ration cannot be maintained until the end of the month. Grandma tries to borrow some from the east and some from the west. It was the hardest day. Grandma said that at that time, basically every family did not have enough to eat, and it was hard to squeeze out next month. Grandpa eats well at work, but the problem of food and clothing at home has brought him great pressure. He manages the warehouse. However, he never took a grain home and managed the accounts clearly and meticulously. Up to now, his grandmother still has an account number 1973 that grandpa remembers, and his father-in-law is very careful. Even so, grandpa was not spared during the Cultural Revolution and was assigned to work on corruption charges! How can he support such a big family without corruption! If I can go back to that era now, no matter who this person is, I will not hesitate to rush up and slap him! But I remembered what Jesus said when he was crucified: "God, my father forgave them, they didn't know what they were doing"! Grandpa began to work in the fields and eat at home, making life more difficult. He left no food for the children. After returning home, he often drinks some water and then goes to work. He was asked to take the lead as the monitor, and others were deducted from their work points when they were sick. He was praised for his illness, because the doctor checked that he was overworked. Later, many years later, when I was eating, I found grandpa's hand holding chopsticks a little shaky. I asked why, and my grandmother said it was a sequela of overwork when I was a child. Grandpa said it might be dug by digging a canal. At that time, the task was heavy and the time was short. Sometimes I have to work until midnight. On average, everyone has dug at least dozens of kilometers in a few years! After the downfall of the Gang of Four, Grandpa was rehabilitated, his salary was returned, and his family conditions improved. Later, with the deepening of reform, life became better and better, but grandpa was still like that, so friendly to outsiders, but so strict with his family. When I started studying abroad in high school, I knew that I didn't perform well at ordinary times. When I left home, my grandfather called me and told me seriously, "Ann Liang Ming, you can't embarrass me when you go out. We have a family tree." To this day, I always remember it. The school is far from home. I only go home during the cold holidays every year. Several uncles and aunts are very busy working in other places and usually go back during the New Year. Many times I go home on New Year's Eve. When I get home, I can see my grandfather waiting for us at the station. It's very cold, wearing a fur coat and a wool hat. I don't know how long he stood in the snow, so I got off the bus and shouted, "Grandpa!" " ! He just smiled and waved us to go back first, and he had to wait, because I still have my uncle and aunt away! He didn't say much when he got home. He probably asked about his study and work. He just sat there listening to us. I know that just after the New Year, he is looking forward to the next Spring Festival. The Chinese New Year is his happiest time, not because of anything else, but because the family can be reunited during the Chinese New Year. I know that my grandfather is getting old, and he is often hospitalized and has had surgery. I am afraid that he will leave us, and I always remind myself that it is his pride to try to let him see me, but the cruel reality has not given me too many opportunities. I'm just glad that he knew that his first grandson was admitted to the university, and the slow time stopped at 200 1.

Grandpa died in August of 200 1 year. I still can't forget it. One month ago, my grandfather asked me to take him out in a wheelchair and walked a long way. He pointed to the poplars on the roadside and told me that he planted this piece, this piece. I can't recall it in that tone and way. I can't help crying at the thought of it-

Looking at grandpa's portrait, I have a lot of thoughts. If he hadn't suffered so much and left so many injuries when he was young, he wouldn't have left us so early. In the face of this unfair world, I don't know whether to praise or revile, but I know grandpa didn't complain until the end of his life. I am his descendant, and I can only choose praise, which is what grandpa wants. This is my hometown, where our grandfather works. Grandpa was buried at the foot of Tianshan Mountain. In front of his tombstone, I sang this song to him and told him that he also won the first prize of the original competition. A breeze blew, carrying pieces of fallen leaves, and then floated into the sky. I suddenly found that the Tianshan Mountains in the distance are so holy and majestic in the sun. This is Xinjiang, which means new life, new strength, new beginning and new glory!

Now, for us, the horn is blowing again-although the environment has changed, the spirit is eternal, and we are eager for glory, how can glory fall from the sky, offer youth, offer children and grandchildren, and offer a lifetime! History has engraved their price. Grandpa left me a deep regret when he left, but he didn't complain. Grandpa was right. Q: "Who can live for a thousand years"!

You drag out an ignoble existence-you live, live! May you live a thousand years, treacherous man-you live, live! May you live a thousand years, flatterer-you live, you live! May you live a thousand years, Bree-you live, live! May you live a long life and enjoy success-you are alive, alive! May you live a thousand years, mediocre person-you live, live! May you live a long life! But what about ten thousand years later? Are you still alive? !

Grandpa can!

"I laugh at the sky with a horizontal knife, and I will stay in the two Kunlun mountains!" ! !

You are in Karamay

Lyrics: Liang Ming

How sweet it is to fall in love with you and how much I want to be with you.

In my dream, I dreamed of you and your beauty.

Although you and I are separated, I miss you in the separation.

Looking forward to meeting in the beautiful Karamay.

Karamay has my favorite you, your eyes and your smile are very charming.

Karamay has my favorite you, and I can't tell you how much I love your sweetness.

I have been walking south along the Karamay River, once holding your hand along the ancient footprints.

Back to the old picture, you said that we should go to the end of the road and let the sunshine of Baijiantan shine behind us.

I walk south along the Karamay River, and when I miss you, it's like the wind whistling in a ghost town.

In the distance, the kowtowing machine is still knocking on his head over and over again, and revisiting Kowloon Pool is still so gentle.

Your story in Karamay:

It was 1998, when I was in Wujiaqu High School. The clouds are clear, the sun is shining, the sky is high and the clouds are light, and the sun is setting. I am too young, and I still miss the energy at that time. At that time, I didn't go to Karamay, but Xiao Wei lived in a dormitory. We don't have a girlfriend, but he does. He didn't have a mobile phone at that time. He writes and receives letters almost every day, listening to him talk about Karamay and telling beautiful stories. We also shared with him his ignorant first love and the romantic story in Karamay. We can meet after the holiday. He wanted to give her a special gift and insisted that I write a song. At that time, I felt a great responsibility and dared not neglect it. But in my mind at that time, love was still a big question mark, just a beautiful haze, so I wrote only this simple haze. At that time, I was seventeen years old, full of childishness in beautiful expectation, but I recorded the truth of my dream.

Later, in college, there were Karamay students in the dormitory, repeating such stories, and I learned more about them and Karamay from them. Time has passed forever, and I graduated for many years in a blink of an eye. Things have changed, and the past has become a lost beauty. Many years later, when I had the opportunity to perform, I went to Karamay. On the way, I saw rows of kowtowing machines in the distant oil field through the window. It's like taking the box of moonlight and becoming the protagonist in the story. When I returned to the season of first love, I thought that beauty had happened to me. I really can't believe it. Although time was tight, I deliberately came to the beautiful square in Karamay, singing the old songs I once wrote alone, and feeling the youth, purity, memories and feelings. I hope everyone here who once loved each other can hear it. On the way back, those images that were once dusty in memory came into view. Memories of ghost towns, Baijiantan and Jiulongtan are not feelings. I want to record the changes of time and the thinking brought by the gap between beauty and reality. And I deeply believe that no matter how many years have passed, there will always be a picture in the depths of memory. Many years ago, on the way back to the dormitory, we sang loudly together: "Karamay-I love you the most"! Music production: Chang Wei, also known as Xiao Wei, is the youngest friend who helped me make music. He is just twenty years old, but he is good at studying technology and has a rich imagination. As long as it is related to computers and music, he has learned almost everything. He produced almost all my early accompaniment. Compared with my twenty years old, I really don't know how many times more! I learned a lot from him and told myself and my friends:

What we have now is what we have accumulated over the years, what we still want to have and what we need to accumulate in the future. Our biggest enemy is ourselves, and what tests us now is our persistence!