The wind in Urumqi today is very strong, I miss you.
Two years ago, in April in a small city in Jiangxi, while in Xinjiang, April could be windy and snowy, wearing thick coats and woolen pants, but the sun always secretly peeked out at some point during the day, whereas in my small city, April always rained; only two times out of a month were considered a favor, with the gloomy, wet ground, and houses that grew moss from anything left out, it was a dark, rainy April that I associate with small-town spring.
In that gloomy April in the city, I was with the person who always brought me sunshine. Perhaps because of many bad things happened before we met, we never celebrated any anniversaries, but every day with him felt like a celebration. I'm so grateful that he treated me like a child, yet he also told me about the wickedness of the world.
From November 23, 2019, to today, we've been apart for 131 days. He works in Kuer, and I'm searching for a job in Urumqi. I believe that with enough effort, we can eventually have a life together, eating together, watching TV, and playing games!
