The officers and soldiers of a certain detachment of the Armed Police Corps, together with teachers and students from Tsinghua University, walked on the border patrol road - Understanding the Chinese Red Autumn in the Desert. The officers and soldiers of a certain detachment of the Armed Police Corps, together with 12 teachers and students from Tsinghua University who went to Xinjiang to carry out national defense practice activities, set off from the 23rd militia outpost on the China Kazakhstan border and followed border guard Kuicheng on the border patrol road. Officers and soldiers from a certain detachment of the Armed Police Corps are patrolling with teachers and students from Tsinghua University. The 23rd Militia Outpost is a duty point of the 10th Division of the Xinjiang Production and Construction Corps, with a radius of over 20 kilometers deserted and uninhabited. In the vast yellow sand, looking at the five starred red flag flying high in front of the sentry post, and the prominent four characters "Long live the motherland" on the rooftop of the sentry post, the group felt warm and down-to-earth. I organized my personal belongings with the patrol team and lined up neatly under the national flag in front of the outpost. Due to their first participation in the border patrol, Tsinghua students couldn't hide their excitement and anticipation. Let's go With the command of the leading cadre Sun Mingyang, the group walked along the border wire fence and on the soft flowing sand. Sand roads are difficult to navigate, making it easy for people to lose their center of gravity and take a step back, sometimes having to use both hands and feet. About 30 minutes later, the team members were all sweating profusely. The sun rises higher and higher, and the heat wave hits us, making us feel like we can't breathe. The author has dry mouth and tongue, and occasionally picks up a kettle to drink water. Be careful At this moment, retired college student soldier and Tsinghua Tanwei Academy student Liu Naifei suddenly lost her balance and slid down the sand dune. Sun Mingyang, with quick eyes and quick hands, rushed forward with an arrow and grabbed her. Crossing over sand dunes one by one, watching the team members exhausted, Sun Mingyang organized everyone to rest on a relatively flat sand slope. At this moment, Kuicheng pointed to the quietly flowing Arakbek Boundary River at the foot of Shashan and told the story of border guards Fu Yongqiang and Liu Guizhi, who have been rooted in the border for 12 years, guarding the border while managing 300 acres of trees. Desolation and loneliness, high temperature and extreme cold, mosquitoes and small bites... Listening to the simple stories of this 70s border guard, Liu Naifei remembered the border stories she often heard from her father when she was a child, the towering national gate, the desolate border, and the piercing wind and snow that his father described... Liu Naifei's family lives in Handan, Hebei. Her father actively supported border construction when he was young, just like the border guard, with the cold moon above his head and spending less time with his family. She said, "Before, I didn't understand why other children had their fathers by their side, while my father was absent from many important moments for me. After coming here and listening to the story, I seemed to understand my father's choice better." "There are no lights or colorful fireworks here on New Year's Eve, only the sound of the wind and the footsteps of the border guards..." Then, soldier Liu Jianyu shared a diary of joint patrols with the border guards at the 23rd militia outpost. On that New Year's Eve, the lowest temperature was as low as minus 40 degrees Celsius. Everyone was working hard to repair the duty facilities that had been crushed by heavy snow. When they returned to the outpost after finishing their work, it was already 2 o'clock in the morning. The dumplings for the New Year's Eve dinner had already cooled down, but no one complained. The 15 minute break and 15 minute story sharing session deeply moved everyone present, as if they were once again filled with strength. Subsequently, the group continued on, climbing sand dunes, wading through quicksand... a 5-kilometer border patrol road, walking for over two hours. To the north of the northwest, at the border; Step by step measurement, the territory of our motherland When they returned to the sentry post, it was already sunset. The group stopped in front of the inner wall of the sentry post and wrote messages one after another. One jade mouth in China, one tile roof for a family. It is said that the country is big, but in fact, one family. Wholeheartedly filling the country, supporting the family with one hand. Home is the smallest country... "As they bid farewell, everyone spontaneously sang the song" Country "together. Amidst the resounding singing, the author looked back at the solitary smoke of the desert, where the five starred red flag fluttered high, and also gained a deeper understanding of the Chinese red. (New Society)