The words in My Altay are simple and humorous, and sometimes they seem to be there, and vivid pictures can emerge in front of them, which makes them laugh. As said in "Motorbike Crossing the Wilderness of Spring": "People also travel far away. What if something goes wrong and there is not enough oil? Finally, in order to express my gratitude, I wanted to give him some money, so the two of them stood in the wind and watched me chase the paper money farther and farther. It seems that he will never come back. " After reading a series of boring masterpieces, the text of this book is bright and fresh, which successfully attracted my attention. Of course, the basic skills of writing alone are not enough to make me love it so much.

There always seems to be something behind the words in My Altay, some details that we usually don't pay much attention to but mention here. For example, in What Can I Bring You: "When the rabbit died, my mother said to me:? Don't buy these things again. We'll be glad to have you back. ? My grandmother said to me: Never buy these things again. It's pathetic to be dead. I hope you're back. I miss you very much. ? I still remember the pasture in summer, and the afternoon sun was thick and heavy. Two little mice without tails are trying to arch out a straw in the grass. The world is so big. Grandma stood by with a stick and smiled. Her temporary joy, because of this? Temporary? And it looks so sad. " Although it is only some memories of words and scenes, it reveals the family's thoughts and affection for her. Sometimes when you come home, what your family wants is not your gift, but your reward.

Sometimes, my Altay is a little sad. She will miss her dead grandmother sticking out her tongue, think of her hometown she has never seen before, and feel sorry for the city replaced by new roads and new houses. At this time, I will also be immersed in the author's thoughts and feel the freshness and unprecedented life. I seem to see the wilderness in spring, the fungus in the forest, the children of Han and Kazak, and the country dances and concerts. I seem to have heard the legendary story of the dripping spring, the laughing and cursing of people's lives, and the whistling wind in the wilderness; I seem to smell the fragrance of earth and grass, and the strong breath of life in the forest. This is a vast land, which happens in front of my eyes every day and in contemporary Xinjiang.

Reflections on my Altay

When I first saw my Altay, I passed the time by accident, but I couldn't help but immerse myself in it. Now that I have finished reading this book, I have my own feelings about it.

Li Juan, the author of this book, has been accompanying her mother in Altay, northern Xinjiang, and has been migrating on vast and barren land with herders. His family is mainly a tailor and a small grocery store, so he is full of gratitude and novelty to Altay, as if it were a survival instinct.

Most of her articles are light-hearted and humorous, but often in the last few sections of the article, she makes a big reversal and begins to think about life and become very serious. However, her connection is very good, and people will not feel that these sections are mechanically copied by the author and forcibly sublimated the theme. Just like in Amak's Little Son, she has been writing about what happened between her and Amak's little son. In the last section, she suddenly began to express the distress that all her old friends around her left one after another. At first, I felt a little puzzled. How did I suddenly change from joke-like broadmindedness to philosophy of life? This change was so great and sudden that I read the article again. The discovery of the younger son of the Amak family may be a microcosm of many local young people, which is why his image is so vivid and interesting. His departure also represents the departure of local youth. For a better life, they all chose to work in the city. Only a few people, including the author, choose to stay, so the author feels lonely and distressed.

In my opinion, Li Juan's articles can be roughly divided into two types, one is lamenting the affection, and the other is praising the simplicity of the local people.

Thinking of Grandma's Tongue is to sigh the feelings between her and grandma. After describing some touching events with grandma, the author began to express his guilt and thinking about the future. This article is enjoyable to read. The way grandma sticks out her tongue is vividly described, and the words in the article are full of the author's love for grandma, which makes me moved. What impressed me the most was the thinking in the last section. The meaning that can only be understood but cannot be expressed also made me understand that it is a big deal to spit out your tongue when you meet anything.

And "Motorcycle Crossing the Wilderness of Spring" praises the simplicity of the local people. In the article, the author and her uncle got sincere help from the local people along the way. Finally, the author compares the local people to agate, which I think is because the local people have a beautiful heart like agate. Finally I said, "I'm thinking: I'll never go back to the place where there are agates." People can't help but sigh the sincerity and scarcity of strangers in the city.

Chai Jing once commented that "Li Juan wrote neither novels nor fairy tales, but his own life. She does not simply copy nature, which is full of the spirit of poetry. Only people who feel fresh about everything can write such words ",which I think perfectly expresses the feelings brought by Li Juan's words. Li Juan's writing style is very good and his description is vivid, which gives me a new feeling about description. In a word, the book My Altay has made me gain a lot.

Comment on Li Juan's My Altay

The book I received this week is My Altay, which has three series, among which my favorite is My Horse, the first series. This article is about: a man owed a lot of money to the author's family, but this man died, so he asked his relatives to pay him back, but his family really couldn't afford it, so he had to give up his own. Then the author's mother called the author and told him about it, which reminded him that he wanted to buy a horse at home two years ago, because at that time, the author's family had not dug a well and had to go to the Ulungu River two kilometers away to pick it. Summer is fine. In winter, the river freezes into thick solid ice, so we have to carry the water out with a pole and an axe. Carry water every day, break the ice every day, and the ice hole that breaks the ice on the first day will freeze again overnight. The author's mother thinks it would be nice to have a little donkey without a horse.

That summer, I praised a lot of hay, crushed it and packed it in several sacks. But the horse didn't develop in the end. We dug a well in the yard. The author imagines that he has a horse's head. He has to move first, build a house in a suburban field and enclose a big yard. Around the yard, a large area of land should be reclaimed and planted with deep and dense forage. You have to marry someone who is also willing to keep horses. It is best that he has a lot of experience in raising horses. Children in the future will also like horses. In this way, I will stay for the horse forever, forever. In other words, unless I really love Altay and decide to live in Altay forever, I will never have a horse.

After reading this article, I have many feelings: I think we are born blessed, because it is so difficult for the author to buy a horse at home, but now we don't know how to cherish it. Before thinking, the author will plan what to do after having a horse. I think we should learn from the author's habit of planning everything.

I recommend you to read this book.

Comment on Li Juan's My Altay

The author Li Juan is an ordinary girl of Han nationality who has not received formal higher education. Her writing style is very natural, simple, true and moving, which is a fresh wind of impetuous life.

First contact with the author's words. As soon as I read them, I felt like I was a child again. Because she describes the feeling of childhood, she is so sensitive to every detail around her.

There is no stale chicken soup for the soul in this book, and there are no tips on how to make money. There are a lot of facts here. It seems dull, but it is a real simple taste.

I seldom have time to calm down and read a book quietly, which surprised me. I can't believe that in such a society full of PM2.5, there are still people who write and write such clear and pure words. If I were to compile a textbook, I would definitely select Li Juan's characters into the Chinese textbook, which is applicable from primary school to high school. The chicken soup for the soul is too fake, the Buddhist scriptures and the Bible are spiritual in space, and Li Juan's words are so free, leisurely and simple, which makes people unconsciously immerse themselves in it and feel so comfortable.

I like books with simple and solid words, and stay away from those mysterious, showy, condescending and self-righteous books. Reading Li Juan's book and my Altay, especially after reading it, will make you feel relieved. It's like waking up from a distant story, a distant self

Thoughts on Altay after reading the word 1500.

The first time I saw Li Juan was when I was wandering around Wenxuan Bookstore, and I accidentally turned to a copy of her Sheep Road. At that time, I was still immersed in reading Jiang Rong's Wolf Totem more than ten years ago. It is magnificent, magnificent and fierce, just like an epic wolf road! Observing, stepping on the spot, ambushing, waiting and attacking while fighting, accurately judging the weather, wind direction and target, accurately grasping the attack opportunity when fighting, the sharp attack of the sharp ram in the flock and the wit to let go of his hands and feet, the great ambition to get twice the result with half the effort, the tragic anger and passion when besieging the war horse, the tragic loss of his legs when injured, and the howling in the moonlight. I never thought anyone would write Sheep Road. What's there to write about that little sheep? A group of cowards, herbivores, docile and dull, ate and slept, and were slaughtered to eat meat.

In the eyes of herders, the wolf is a god, a noble species that will never be tamed, a teacher of Genghis Khan, a teacher of thousands of years of herdsmen's survival wisdom, a magical creature sent by Tengger to maintain the balance of the whole grassland, and their totem.

Sheep are the source of food, the material basis of herdsmen's survival and the simple lifeline.

If you haven't felt the cruelty of war, you can't understand the quiet beauty of that simple and trivial life well, I think so. How beautiful! But it is the quiet and beautiful life that contains the seeds of war, the war about civilization. It is so pleasant to read and so sad.

How beautiful! But it is the quiet and beautiful life that contains the seeds of war, the war about civilization. It is so pleasant to read and so sad.

That land is so beautiful!

This is a vast land, and most of them have just begun to carry human activities. There, the soil is not familiar with grain, the road is not familiar with footprints, the water is not familiar with wells, and the fire is not familiar with media. There, materials are extremely simple and scarce. There, herders live a quiet and beautiful life. The water in the dripping spring drips from an unparalleled height, beating the pulse of all traces of life that exist here drop by drop, and permeating into bitter and silent real life and beautiful and pure legends endlessly. Later, the woman followed a young driver, and the man left without waiting. The dripping spring restored its deep silence.

The people there are so beautiful!

After the snow melted, a young man sat on a high Zhuangzi and played the organ. He sat very high, with the blue sky behind him.

When I was in the shower, there was a girl who was just beginning to develop. Her skin is smooth and dark, and her body is tall and weak. Every fluctuation is the only ripple that refuses to stop after the water wave stops, and it is also the moment before the bird takes off.

The little grandson of the fat doctor is extremely beautiful. I was walking in the village, and as soon as I saw this little thing, I couldn't help grabbing it. Pinch his face, twist his little nose, and then pull his little arm to see if it's fake. How can it be so beautiful?

15-year-old boy blushed and stammered and couldn't help laughing. He rubs his left foot against his right foot, rubs his right foot against his left foot and calls it a girl.

Where is bigamy a woman? Obviously, she is also a little girl whose youth is gone.

Messila is like a king. He is tall and beautiful, with a soft and clean heart and artistic hands.

Life there is so simple and beautiful!

There, the herdsmen's food always seems to be only beef and mutton, dairy products, flour, salt and tea. Simple enough to meet the demand and never waste. Children who grow up eating this kind of food are healthy, happy, shy and have bright eyes.

Jiang Aguli is diligent and careful. She floats in the ocean of housework all day, embroiders in her spare time and goes to the river to pick up stones. She lives quietly and contentedly.

I don't know what children like better than bubble gum and biscuits in Kautu. That bubble gum may have grown from mint grass.

When washing clothes by the river, the child will help you twist it. When lovers talk, he will jump up and drag down your clothes that have just been dried and throw them into the water.

When playing "Girls Chasing Murder", a large group of young riders, male and female, "exploded" from the starting line and galloped on the grassland.

When herders change places, small grocery stores are crowded with people every morning, and there are ways to sell goods that have been backlogged for a hundred years. Whatever they sell, people want it. If not, you can use something else to prevaricate. For example, if someone wants to buy ketchup, they can recommend Chili sauce. If you want sewing machine oil, just tell him there are only sewing machine needles.

Kautu is a place. Why don't you drink?

Sha Yi Humbrak seems to have spent his life driving cattle, but he was not very boring.

Fireworks will be set off during the Chinese New Year, and even villagers who live far across the river will pull their horses to buy things in the village, lamenting, "The place last night was really beautiful! Is your family celebrating the New Year? "

Everything is so beautiful. But fungi appeared.

Civilization. What is civilization? Is it a brand-new way of life? The civilization of Altay is like walking on the street of Urumqi. Is it surprising? Urumqi is so big and there are so many people. Walking in the street, countless possibilities of life follow. Walking in the street, I just want to go on with open arms!

Civilization. What is the arrival of civilization like? Is it a war of blood and fire? Or is it a silent gradual infiltration and change, even less than war and more cruel than war? That piece of pure land is also experiencing the pain of civilization! The road of civilization is like a sharp knife, which goes straight into the heart of Gobi. The center of gravity of the world moves smoothly and subtly to the abyss on the other side along that indescribable and understandable axis.

Some people use drugs to deal with locust plague, which is more terrible than locusts. Too effective, completely effective, unfair and effective!

The ancient and touching relationship between hunters and eagles, and this hunting land, is it true that nothing has survived today? More desires in this world are far darker, more greedy and more arrogant than hunters' hunting behavior.

Some people began to secretly hunt game and sell it down the mountain, while others carried Lei into the mountain to find wild Haizi (mountain lake) to fry fish. Hunting is illegal, and it is unfair to use deadly weapons violently for bottomless plunder.

The Hubei River seen by Daban has changed from blue to gray-green. The forest disappeared, and the skeleton-like new buildings suddenly stood up, all white, and the original red brick houses in the city disappeared cleanly. The river is also blocked by prefabricated panels. It is used as a sewer, and garbage and leftovers flow in the dark. There are two neat lawns in the square in front of the solemn and tidy office building. I heard that they are all imported, and one square meter is very expensive.

Because of the fungus. In the days after the bridge passed, people carrying handbags, pots and pans and bedding went north one after another. There is a deep gap between them, and no one is close to anyone and no one cares about anyone. Silent and nervous.

Our car drove past the butterfly road and ran over them one by one. Only a few of them were trembling, obsessed and crazy, welcoming the great disaster like welcoming the great happiness.