I've always wanted to write down those days, but I've been lazy and haven't started writing. When I got up this morning, I suddenly heard the bad news of the death of Hotan's leader. My heart is very uncomfortable, and I suddenly feel the impermanence of life.
All we have is today and this moment, tomorrow or the unknown. So do what you want today, or you may not have a chance in the future.
Gossip ends here and memories begin.
I went to Hotan on August 20 13.
After graduating from college that year, I was very confused about the future and didn't know how to plan.
Two or three graduation school recruitment meetings failed to find a suitable unit; The pressure of staying in Beijing is so great that I don't know if I can do it. I tried my favorite industries one by one, but I was always turned away. After a long time, I am a little discouraged.
At that time, my graduation internship was in the later stage of an internet radio station, editing programs, managing official micro-programs, uploading programs and managing private programs on the website. I usually go to the recording studio to try to record programs or entertain myself for a while, and I also meet some little stars on the 678 line, so I like this job very much. But because the company is newly established, my salary is only enough for my usual expenses.
In April, the weather in Beijing is already very hot, and I am worried about the future. After all, I knew at that time that if I didn't decide, I would go back to my hometown after graduation internship, which was the last thing I wanted.
Yuan Yuan, a fellow villager who sleeps with me, said that she has decided to go back to her hometown, then take an examination of a civil servant and settle down.
I was like a headless fly. A few weeks later, I frantically submitted my resume to the media industry. However, because the majors were not right, the school was not competitive in Beijing, and finally it didn't get any chance, so it had to bite the bullet and make a decision: go back to its hometown.
If you go back to your hometown, it means taking the civil service exam.
In this way, I am working hard, waiting for graduation, and preparing to go back to my hometown with Yuanyuan.
At the beginning of May, I got a message on the campus network: the western plan for college students is being signed up.
This is the first time I know this plan, so I went to have a look curiously.
The so-called western plan is a plan for the Central Committee of the Communist Youth League to organize college graduates to volunteer in Xinjiang, Tibet, Qinghai, Ningxia, Yunnan, Guizhou and other provinces and cities under construction, basically to volunteer in various government agencies, schools and hospitals.
This understanding excites me. My hometown is just within the scope of the western plan.
Didn't you doze off and hit the pillow? Anyway, I'm going back to my hometown. I can participate in this volunteer program to go back to my hometown, which may be helpful for me to take the civil service exam in the future, or even a time buffer.
So I contacted the staff of the Beijing Communist Youth League Committee in charge of the western plan, learned about the whole plan in detail, and learned that I could freely choose which province to volunteer in. I thought about it and decided to sign up.
After this incident, I finally felt relieved. After all, the future has been decided. I am looking forward to the future, in a good mood, and my mouth is quietly disappearing.
However, things can't always be what they want.
The rule that volunteers can freely choose where to go every year changed in that year. Beijing college graduates must choose one of the four provinces of Tibet, Xinjiang, Yunnan and Guizhou as their first choice, and then they can freely choose their second choice.
I immediately found the liaison officer in charge of the western volunteer program and asked about the situation. The number of volunteers who go to these provinces every year is small, so there is this change.
Seeing my hesitation, the liaison suggested that I sign up first and then adjust later. I want to go back to my hometown anyway. Let me see, maybe I really won't go to those places. If I really don't want to go, I can apply for quitting the group.
I hesitated for three nights and finally decided to sign up. Anyway, after volunteering, you can get extra points in the civil service exam. Even if you can't go home as you wish, it's not a bad thing.
Tibet is too high above sea level, and my hometown is in the northwest. I volunteered to report in Xinjiang for the first time.
In late May, the counselor called me to ask about going to Xinjiang, and I gave a positive answer.
It was only after the physical examination at the end of May that I learned that there were many graduates who participated in the western plan in Beijing, and thousands of them had physical examinations in the physical examination center. I met a fellow villager that day and learned that the service unit she went to was a township government in her hometown, so I asked why. I learned that she found a volunteer liaison in her hometown and found a way to orient the indicators. I have to sigh that I didn't think much.
In June, students left school one after another, and I was told to wait for the next arrangement at school. The school gathered all the graduates who participated in the western plan in dormitory 2 to wait for news. A total of more than a dozen people, five of whom went to Xinjiang, two went to Yunnan, and some went to Guizhou and Gansu.
Besides me, there are m-girls: Chun Mei, Xiaojing, Xiaohei and Huige.
Throughout June, we often go to the Communist Youth League Volunteer Service Center for meetings, attend the farewell party for graduates of the Western Plan organized by the school, and get together with volunteers of the Western Plan in the next school to share our understanding of the Western Plan and make all kinds of preparations.
At that time, I met Xiao Jia from the school next door. He also went to Xinjiang, and he also sent a message saying that he should help each other more. I replied that it was ok. I sent a message asking him a lot of questions, but he told me not to send it again, saying that sending a text message was fifty cents and receiving a text message was twenty cents. He is on the verge of death because of poverty.
At that time, I only thought he was interesting, but I didn't expect that he really helped each other a lot later. This is another story.
At the end of June, we received the schedule. Volunteers who went to Xinjiang reported to Xinjiang Normal University in mid-July, where they received two-week training, and then reported to their respective service units for volunteer service.
At that time, I had learned that my service unit was Hotan Forestry Bureau.
Xiao Jing and Hui Ge will report home anyway. Chun Mei and Xiaohe and I decided not to go home, and went directly to Urumqi.
After buying the train tickets, the three of us arrived at Beijing West Railway Station early in the morning with ten suitcases, large and small. Because of too many things, we invited Little Red Riding Hood to help us get on the train in advance and started a two-day and one-night trip.
On the eve of departure, four or five big bags were bitten by mosquitoes on my legs, which made me jump up and down all the way. The effect of spraying toilet water on relieving itching is not very good. My only impression is that I itched all the way and didn't even eat well.
Chun Mei and Xiaohei took good care of me all the way, and I am still grateful when I think about it.
The train left Beijing at ten o'clock in the morning and walked for a day and a night. I finally feel a little itchy all over. The long journey swollen my legs, and I walked up and down the aisle, staring at the scenery outside the train.
At eleven o'clock in the morning, the train arrived in Xinjiang and my mobile phone rang. It's a number in Hami. I picked up, was the liaison of the local Youth League Committee in charge of the western plan, and said that they would wait at Hami Station and ask us to get off and meet them when we arrived.
I told Chun Mei and Blackie about it.
It's past twelve o'clock at Hami Station. After getting off the bus, the three of us looked around and saw a striking banner on the platform: Warmly welcome volunteers from the Western Plan to beautiful Xinjiang!
The three of us walked over and prepared a lot of Xinjiang delicacies on the platform, including lush grapes, sweet and delicious cantaloupes, big watermelons with sweet sand to quench our thirst, golden naan as big as a disk, mutton kebabs with cumin aroma, and iced bottled water.
The contacts and staff are very enthusiastic. One brought us grapes, one handed us water, and some even gave us wet wipes to wipe our sweat, which made us very embarrassed.
During the chat, I learned that there were seven volunteers on our train, scattered in different carriages. Let's wait for a while.
Sure enough, in a short time, those volunteers who also wore white volunteer hats found here. After the group photo, the liaison officer and the staff had to put those fruits, food and water in our hands and insisted that we walk with them. However, we finally took it away. It was the first time that I felt the enthusiasm and goodwill from Xinjiang, as warm and direct as this land.