Pengfei, born in 1963, graduated from Taiyuan University of Technology. News from Xinjiang News Online on October 10 (Author: Quan Pengfei) Among the hundreds of news reports that I have written and published over the past ten years, the one that satisfied me the most was the long article about Xie Xinmin and his 19 Uyghur students. Newsletter "Lighting the Fire of Hope". "The Uyghurs in Hotan" in the second semester of sixth grade is also very good. News from Xinjiang News Online on October 10 (Author: Quan Pengfei) Among the hundreds of news reports that I have written and published over the past ten years, the one that satisfied me the most was the long article about Xie Xinmin and his 19 Uyghur students. Newsletter "Lighting the Fire of Hope". At that time, Xie Xinmin was a private teacher who graduated from high school. He voluntarily went to Ye Yike Township, deep in the Kunlun Mountains, the most remote part of Minfeng County. In May 1997, the 16th National Unity Education Month, people learned about Xie Xinmin for the first time from the brief introduction of his deeds in the township newspaper. Out of reporter's sensitivity, I conducted further interviews with Xie Xinmin, and soon the first newsletter was completed. The day before the publication of the article, Yang Guangyao, the then head of the Propaganda Department of the Hotan Prefectural Committee, came to Minfeng to inspect the work. After reading my manuscript, he immediately requested that the first draft should not be published yet, and that I and reporters from newspapers and TV stations should form a team. The publicity team concentrated on creating the image of Xie Xinmin, a model of national unity. After nearly a month of interviews in the mountainous area, we wrote a long newsletter "Lighting the Fire of Hope" and published it in Xinjiang-wide and central media. What I didn't expect was that because of this report, Xie Xinmin and his 19 students were taken down the mountain and went to school in the county. Xie Xinmin was also named a "National Model Worker." "Xinjiang Daily" correspondent Quan Pengfei was born in Quan Pengfei, born in 1963, graduated from Taiyuan University of Technology and is a correspondent of "Xinjiang Daily". Quan Pengfei was born in 1963. He graduated from Taiyuan University of Technology and is a correspondent of "Xinjiang Daily". News from Xinjiang News Online on October 10 (Author: Quan Pengfei) Among the hundreds of news reports I have written and published over the past ten years, the one that satisfies me the most is the long newsletter "Lighting the Fire of Hope" written by Xie Xinmin and his 19 Uyghur students.
At that time, Xie Xinmin was a private teacher who graduated from high school. He voluntarily went to Ye Yike Township, deep in the Kunlun Mountains, the most remote part of Minfeng County. In May 1997, the 16th National Unity Education Month, people learned about Xie Xinmin for the first time from the brief introduction of his deeds in the township newspaper. Out of reporter's sensitivity, I conducted further interviews with Xie Xinmin, and soon the first newsletter was completed. The day before the publication of the article, Yang Guangyao, the then head of the Propaganda Department of the Hotan Prefectural Committee, came to Minfeng to inspect the work. After reading my manuscript, he immediately requested that the first draft should not be published yet, and that I and reporters from newspapers and TV stations should form a team. The publicity team concentrated on creating the image of Xie Xinmin, a model of national unity.
After nearly a month of interviews in the mountainous area, we wrote a long newsletter "Lighting the Fire of Hope" and published it in Xinjiang-wide and central media. What I didn't expect was that because of this report, Xie Xinmin and his 19 students were taken down the mountain and went to school in the county. Xie Xinmin was also named a "National Model Worker" and most of his 19 Uyghur students passed the entrance examination. Entered a high school class or technical secondary school in the Mainland.
Below is an additional article by Quan Pengfei
Fantasy Niya (1)
Author: Quan Pengfei
Niya What is it?
Niya is a poem and a song.
Niya is the "Elysian World" in the Kingdom of Heaven, the true manifestation of "mirage" in the Taklimakan Desert, and the cradle of weaving fairy tales and flying dreams.
Niya, this behemoth that had been buried in the desert for 18 centuries but suddenly emerged from the ground, this mysterious creature with the "dead script" written in Luwen from right to left on the wooden slips Territory, this feng shui treasure land full of gold jewelry and priceless treasures, this desert hinterland with countless exquisite ancient cultural relics buried underground.
Are you a Chinese dragon that lives deep in the ancient Western Regions? Either he digs three feet into the ground and sleeps for a thousand years without waking up, or he emerges from the vast sea and leaps into the air, his scales radiating and flames flying, stirring up joy in the world.
Niya, you are so desirable and dreamy that even thieves narrowly escaped death and continued to work hard and never looked back.
Hey, if you don’t go to Niya, you will regret it for the rest of your life. If you go to Niya, you will regret it for the rest of your life.
Niya, are you a devil or an angel?
Let me say it - Niya, it sounds romantic, looks tragic, and thinks of it as tragic!
There are too many rare treasures and mysterious cultures buried deep in Niya, and the various speculations, desires, dreams, and even robberies triggered by them are indeed inevitable. Niya's exploration is something that many people have longed for! As an "uninvited guest" who has been fortunate enough to enter Niya many times, the author would like to share his insights and gains from going to the secret area of ??Niya with everyone.
Legend of Niya - Distant Memory
Legend has it that there is an ancient city of Niya deep in the Taklimakan Desert. The old king who lived in the ancient castle in the desert had three beautiful flower-like princesses and Eighteen-peak golden camel. The old king promised the princess that when she gets married, each princess will receive a six-peaked golden camel as a dowry. However, when the old king agreed to marry the three princesses to the three best tribal leaders in the country, unexpectedly, none of the three princesses fell in love with these three leaders. Their ideal men all chose the leaders of neighboring countries. As a result, in order to compete for beauties and treasures, conspiracies, calculations, duels, killings, and wars arose in the small ancient city of Niya, causing chaos and chaos in the ancient desert city. God was very angry when he found out. He sent a wind demon to punish this unruly place. As a result, the wind demon used all his strength to immediately stir up a black sandstorm in the ancient city of Niya. The black storm blew for seventy-seven forty-nine days and forty-nine nights. Finally, the entire ancient city and the old king's eighteen-peaked golden camel were completely destroyed. Buried under the desert. The ancient city disappeared, everything returned to peace, and the grudges, disputes and bloodshed were gone forever.
Among the centenarians in Minfeng County, I also heard a long-ago story told by their grandfather - once upon a time, a local camel traveler went to the depths of the desert to collect firewood. Unexpectedly, he lost his way and walked further and further, filled with fear. It happened that the weather was not beautiful that day, and a black storm suddenly broke out in the desert. The camel rider was so frightened that he quickly got under the camel's neck to hide from the storm. More than an hour passed, and the black storm temporarily stopped. The camel rider instinctively put his hands on the ground to remember, and suddenly felt a hard object padding him under his palm. The camel rider took it out from the sand and saw that it was an ancient Bronze mirror, the camel rider happily carried it in his pocket. When he pulled the camel up, it was disobedient, so the camel driver whipped the camel hard. The camel started up, and its hind hooves raised a piece of sand. Where the sand fell to the ground, a small sandbag bulged out from the ground. A small piece of wood was exposed in one corner. The camel rider quickly ran over and dug around, and a wooden box came out. When he opened the box, it was filled with gold and silver treasures. The camel driver hurriedly put the bronze mirror into the box, and then greedily found a place nearby to hunt for treasure while holding the box. Just after he dug twice, a dead man's skull emerged from the desert. The camel driver was so frightened that The box also ran away. The black storm broke out again along the way, and the camel rider crawled to the ground to dodge like before. When the wind stopped, he tried to get up again, but just like before, there was something hard under his hand. He instinctively grabbed it, but what he got was not copper. Looking into the mirror, what he is holding is the second skull. The camel rider was so frightened that he turned around and ran away. After running only a few steps, his legs fell to the ground, crawling all the way to escape. When he climbed until dark, he suddenly fainted. The next day he was discovered by another young camel driver collecting firewood, and his life was saved. When the camel man regained consciousness, he kept talking nonsense for three days and three nights - there is treasure in the desert, and there is a devil in the treasure. Don't go in again, and don't touch it if you enter by mistake. Three days later, the camel traveler who went into the desert alone to hunt for treasure died.
Since then, among the local elders in Minfeng, there has been a story: deep in the remote desert, there is a mysterious ancient castle, and there are countless gold and silver treasures in the castle. It's just that all these gold and silver treasures are in the hands of the devil. Anyone can go in and get them, but no one can get them in the end, and no one can get out of the desert in the end.