Father's dream

Everyone has a dream of being humble and down-to-earth, or distant and rich. Every day, we use it to remind ourselves of our existence. Every moment, we use it to pull up the next pulse of life.

I am a child of a miner and live in a mine. When I was very young, there was a meteorite mountain not far from the house. During the holidays, the Rocky Mountain was an amusement park for me and my friends. After a long time, when I returned to my hometown, the scene was like a movie, and it was in front of me.

I remember the first time I came to Yixin Coal to visit my father. I felt distressed for my father. I lived with my mother for a month, there was no asphalt road, only the road that the car pressed out. After the car went, the dust flew high. During this period, we encountered two sandstorms, because they lived in simple tents. Therefore, after the dust storm, the quilts were all soil. The most impressive thing is that my father, a person who only works at home and does not know how to handle housework, actually learned to buy food for housework. Although the environment is tough, the team members with my father are like a family, go to work together, eat together, and work together for a common dream.

Once again, I came to Xinjiang, my father became fat, and the mining area changed a lot. There are dormitory buildings, canteens, supermarkets, employee activity centers, asphalt roads, and lush little trees, like small towns in the desert. When the sun rises from the east, the busy miners are such a stalwart.

Now I am a member of this place, and I have an inexplicable feeling about the mining area. My father is a miner, my object is also a miner, my dream, my father's dream, a common dream, the old miners' insistence, only the current mining area, only the beautiful "small town" in the frontier.