Southern Xinjiang 南疆, Kashgar City 喀什市, an oasis on the old Silk Road, guarding the western entrance to the Middle Kingdom, over one year of meetings, re meetings, cancelled meetings, followed by discussions, negotiations, cross checking of backgrounds, we met our 188 students, finally. They are all Uyghurs 維吾爾族 but we spoke the same language, listened to and sang the same 海闊天空. We also shared the same enthusiasm about getting to know each other. When it came to part, they waived their good-byes from all sides of the school and expressed their most sincere wish that we shall meet again. Not one dry eye at the scene! Miss them already!