Someone invited Xiaomi and I to eat. Xiaomi was greeted by the female guest, and I went back to the temporary house to eat. This time it was not ramen, but soup noodles. Just when I felt that the soup noodles were not enough, someone stuffed me with it.

Give me half a naan.

The person who greeted me was really considerate and knew that people with watery food would never be full. After eating, Xiaomi ran back and insisted that I write a lyric for her right now.

"I'm afraid you are the one who gained the most from your classmates during the winter vacation, right? Are you still writing?"

"Whether it's painting or music, what's important is aura. It doesn't matter who travels more, or who listens and sees more."

‘The quiet valley is covered with ice and snow

The red horse panted heavily

Jujube tree that no one has pruned

messy branches

There is a figure on the cliff

Her footsteps are stepping on frost flowers

Looking forward to his return

The wind blows across the valley

Blowing the snowflakes off my eyelashes

Quiet valley shrouded in mist

Cows eat grass leisurely

Clouds that no one pays attention to

blocked the sun

There is a girl on the slope

Her eyes look into the distance

Mountain flowers bloom brilliantly

Singing through the river valley

Alarmed squirrels looking for food

The quiet valley is full of flowers

Only the crisp joy of mountain springs

The smoke from the yurt reflects the setting sun

Sheepdog lying at her feet

The postman delivers letters from afar

That's the piece of paper I miss

Wait until the day when the snowflakes fall

My sweetheart will come to meet you

Bay red horse

do you know the way home

I want to walk on the hillside with my sweetheart

The moon in the sky hides in the clouds

The stars also closed their eyes

Only the river valley sings its own song’

After I finished writing, I was very dissatisfied and thought it was ready for submission, so I sent it directly to Xiaomi. Xiaomi looked at it with no expression, but took the guitar and tried to sing. I added some firewood to the small stove.

It was completely dark, but the electricity still didn't come on.

Lighting candles and warming up the fire, listening to the people in the yard saying goodbye and leaving, Xiaomi suddenly put down his guitar and went crazy.

"Brother, you can't be like this. Don't change your style. I won't feel it anymore." Xiaomi shouted at me.

There was a car horn sound outside, and I went out to get the keys. Chen Yan brought a fried lamb tripe from the countryside. The bag was still hot at the moment. Watching Chen Yan disappear into the darkness, I knew that this house

He didn't plan to stay there anymore. It seemed that he sent Xiao Sa back first before turning back.

I drove the car into the yard and found a smaller iron pot. I returned to the house and reheated the stir-fried tripe. I placed the pot on the bricks on the ground and sat on a small stool with Xiaomi to have a midnight snack.

A plastic stool I bought at the grocery store. It feels really good to eat spicy fried belly shreds in a warm room. I have been either eating rice or ramen these days, and it is not spicy at all. Now I finally feel satisfied.

Xiaomi was unceremonious and stipulated that I could not eat spicy skin. She liked this kind of dish fried with sun-dried peppers, and said that the spicy skin full of juice was hers.

"Then let me write another one for you. Do you think this is the only style I can have?"

‘Populus euphratica flies around the boudoir

The cold moon paints the mountains

Come evening, candlelight reflects your beauty

The fire illuminates the eyebrows

A young man with a crazy heart and a sword

But was laughed at by the world

Intermittent string sound

Compose new songs

But it breaks the hearts of idlers

Elegy of the West Wind Night Dark Tower

Kunlun is silent

Heroes have their own way to fight

Buried in the sand at night in snow

Wind, flowers, snow, moon and slanting tree shadows

Mountain village morning view empty

Graupel Sprite Sky

Don't want to go home

Beside you, care is in the sky’

"How about this? It looks a bit like a word card, but it's not. Is this what you want?"

"Brother, you should drink white wine on such a cold night. Why did you buy so much beer?" Xiaomi didn't answer me, but ran to look through the things in the corner. Fortunately, she found a bottle of white wine, a very cheap Kunlun wine.

"There is no good wine in the rural grocery stores. This is local wine. It is very cheap. I don't know whether it is good or bad." I said.

Xiaomi found a disposable cup, poured himself half a cup, and then ate and drank without paying attention to my lyrics.

"Brother, I recorded some lyrics in Ta County and today. It may be like asking people here to listen to Peking Opera. Those lyrics are very simple but difficult to adapt. So today I especially admire Teacher Wang Luobin, who is the king of Western singers.

The title is well deserved.”

"I don't know. I heard Aimaiti who made Nang say before that the meaning of the lyrics is a bit flat. Maybe it's just like what you said, but it won't have the same taste when translated. So I always encourage you to write your own and put aside imitation.

Thoughts on adaptation and translation. I told you that the story of Night on the Grassland was written after being moved by the local stories and scenery. Many people don’t think it is a Xinjiang song, but it still has a bit of Xinjiang flavor.

Among them, that one is really a song with good music and lyrics."

"Brother, I have nothing to do tonight anyway, so just write a few more."

I almost vomited blood. I was asking for trouble. I turned on the rechargeable emergency light I bought at the grocery store. The small LED light illuminated half of the room brightly, while the other half was hidden in the dazzling light.

"Turn it off, turn it off. Just light a candle. If there is no candle, there will be a fire. The atmosphere of this emergency light is wrong." Xiaomi covered his eyes with his hands.

"Xiaomi, go to bed early. This room is for you. I'll go to the outhouse and hold the door for you."

"It's such a big kang, half of it is for you and half for me. It's a special situation. It's cold outside."

I looked at the outside room. There was no stove, and there was a dark hole in the roof through the chimney. Then I heard Pulli's cry outside. This little guy came to guard us again. Let Pulli go.

When he came in, Xiaomi didn't care that dogs were rarely bathed here, and stroked Puli's long hair with his hands.

"If you don't take a good look at the sheep in the pen, are you missing me? There are chili peppers here, but you can't eat them. Go ask your brother for some."

I couldn't help laughing, so I had to dig out a pack of ham sausage as a brother, which was originally bought for the sheepdogs.

He pressed the stove with a big piece of wood and found to his embarrassment that no one had given Xiaomi a bedding today. She was originally arranged to live with the female guests, but she couldn't stand the feeling of so many people crowded together and unable to speak the same language.

"That's what's wrong with you, Caifeng Caifeng. How can you really understand their lives and happiness if you don't have Si Tong?"

"Brother, go ahead. If you go and sleep together with the villagers for one night, I will pay for your food expenses for the next year."

I could only accept the defeat and dug out my sleeping bag and moisture-proof mat from the pile of things piled at the foot of the house. After we both lay down, Xiaomi still said nothing.

In the middle of the night, I was woken up by the alarm clock I set. In the dim light of the mobile phone screen, Puli was lying on the feet of my sleeping bag and staring at me with big eyes. This alarm clock was my alarm clock to remind myself to look at the fire. When the fire went out,
To be continued...