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What I cannot forget is the the water of Wulabo Lake, in the Southern shires of Xinjiang's Wulumuqi. No pollution, no sediments, it has a floral fragrance all year round. I have lived there for 12 years - not because I don't have dreams of traveling afar. But now that it's time to leave, I grow increasingly hesitant.

People didn't know each other in the beginning, we all came from different parts the country: Shaanxi, Gansu, Shandong, Henan... Friendship and warmth sprang like brooks. One year, two years, ten years, no one can forget each other, what we did forget are the old grudges, it's as if we understand each other now.

Dreams of Wulabo Lake...

I dreamed of Wulabo Lake, our old command center was empty. There is no one in the rooms where the Political Office used to be, there are only White bed sheets, orange light, white wash basins. The command headquarters looks like a hospital, I can almost feel the doctors and nurses pacing the hallway. The memory feels so vivid, I was young.

I really missed my home, really desired a life of battles, really wanted to be loved.

There was no organisation to the way we studied, we didn't spend enough effort in the areas where they were needed, we only concentrated on Languages.

I was pacing in the the hallway alone at dinner time. There were new leaves budding from the jasmine tree, I could smell the strong fragrance coming from those flowers.