The feeling of sandstorm weather gives me 500 words.

I felt the biggest sandstorm since I came to Ningxia yesterday. We studied in the company, and the company had no canteen, so we had to have lunch in Sanlian canteen, one kilometer away. The wind is howling outside, and everyone is armed to the teeth before going out, wearing masks, fur hats and coats. And ran out of the classroom. Some people really don't want to go, so let others bring their meals back!

It was a good trip, but it was pleasant. According to Ningxia people, the wind here is generally northwest wind, just in the southeast of the canteen, so it is effortless to go to the canteen, and it is blown to the canteen by the wind almost without walking. Cyclists are more comfortable, and pedaling almost becomes electric. Some hay was blown up by the wind, forming a round grass circle. It rolls faster than people and sometimes hits the legs of pedestrians in front. People were hit and thought it was a foreign body. Looking back, it turned out to be a pile of hay, and we could not help laughing. We were also amused by the scene we had never seen before. There is also yellow sand all over the sky, and the whole vast factory front area seems to have become an ancient battlefield where drums and horns compete. When I arrived at the canteen, I asked for half a catty of dumplings and ate them in my mouth. My teeth rattled. Then I ate a few more and drank some water. The yellow sand was eaten in my stomach, and my colleague L complained again. The weather in this terrible place is terrible. Look at the water, there is sand. I joked that this sand is healthier than bacteria!

After dinner, returning to the classroom is another scene. There is a strong wind blowing head-on, wrapped in yellow sand, and blowing straight into your mouth, eyes and nose. Just turn around and move back a little. In this one-kilometer trip, we have to cross a desert. We feel very comfortable on a calm and sunny day. The warm sun shines on our buttocks and backs in winter, making us warm all over. We are walking in this small desert, stepping on the soft yellow sand and feeling the unique features of the west. Several colleagues are chatting and walking back at a brisk pace, which is very comfortable. But not now. Everyone put on their thick hats, turned their backs and moved towards the company a little bit. No one spoke, and no one could hear each other. The wind is so strong that I want to spit out the sand in my mouth. I didn't expect Tucao to be blown back to me by the wind. It's fucking disgusting. This damn weather. Back in the classroom, our faces were covered with sand, and almost all of us became natives. Puwechat Tmall imported from the United States ...

I think this is the west. She is sometimes gentle and sometimes warm, like a broad-minded mother, holding her children, so that we can feel the warmth and sunshine of nature. Sometimes, like a furious horse, throwing off its long mane, running all the way brings up the yellow sand and strong wind all over the sky, which makes us feel wild and boundless.