Twenty or thirty miles away is the vast Gobi, and there is no problem of land acquisition and immigration. In the future, because the children at the construction site have never seen trees, we will drag them to Yumen Town with a cart. When the children saw the big tree, they shouted happily, "What a big camel grass!"

The annual precipitation here is more than 50 mm, the evaporation is more than 2000 mm, and there is no water when drilling into bedrock. The climate is so dry that people are not used to it when they first came, and their mouths and lips are chapped and nosebleeds, especially mainlanders, before they really realize the importance of water here. The wind and sand are heavy, and most of the front glass of the car has been sanded. Life experience tells us that whenever the wind blows on the face, the wind force is above seven. When it's windy, bend down with your back to the ground when you walk forward, otherwise you can't walk. You can hear the sound of sand hitting the window glass. Therefore, the slogan put forward by the workers is not afraid of "wind and rain", but not afraid of "wind and sand". Although the natural conditions here are difficult, it is an ideal environment for radioactive industrial production, especially a rare post-processing base.

At first, the domestic water used for construction was pulled to the construction site from dozens of miles away by train and car. The cost of a ton of water is equivalent to the cost of a ton of gasoline, which is really "dripping water is as expensive as oil". There is little domestic water, so we have to distribute it quantitatively, and the water used in the morning is reserved for the evening. The 52-kilometer formal water pipeline has a large amount of work, so it can't be built for a while, so it is rushing to repair the temporary water pipeline and pump house. At the beginning of 1959, the water supply was initially completed, and it was officially opened after transformation.

At that time, I lived in a tent and a nest. Often blowing, people describe it as blowing once a year when there is not much wind, once a year. There is sand in rice and vegetables. Eating here, the supply of vegetables is very small, and we rely on pickles for half a year. The wind is so strong that I can't even cook, so I can only satisfy my hunger with biscuits. It's cold in the tent at night. Some comrades put on fur hats, masks, coats and quilts, which is called "sleeping with full arms". The water on the stove turned into ice in the morning.