Autumn insect whisper
Text/Yang Jieqing
After the beginning of autumn, the heat of summer has obviously decreased in the morning and evening, making people feel that the heat of summer is getting farther and farther away. Only when the sun is shining during the day and the sun is scorching, does it seem like it is back to midsummer. At night, you can hear autumn insects singing softly.
The continuous heavy rain in the past few days has flooded many roads and communities. Throughout the summer, except for the relatively abundant rainfall in early summer, almost all the time is drought and less rain. Therefore, this rain after autumn is like a accumulated rainfall in summer pouring into autumn in an instant. The autumn rain continues, and it is so surging. It just pours down and pours down happily, regardless of whether the world can withstand such heavy rain at once, and whether it is flooded or not. On the flooded roads in the city, you can see many falling license plates appearing and disappearing in the water, playing surfing and drifting. Those crickets that often sing , and the cicadas that sing sparsely, were forced to the point where they were forced to disappear. But here and there, frogs croaking.
Rainwater flooded the community, and the roads in the community were wiped out. The short, monosyllable croaking frogs that appear with the rain are low and dull. These frogs came from, and no one knew where their home was. They might just be playing in the water, and they were washed down by the heavy rain and arrived here. Fortunately, the frog croaking is not too noisy in a place far away from the building, and the frog croaking is not too dense. Unlike last year, it was also the residential community after heavy rain. The frog sounds shook the sky, and the waves were higher and higher, making people unable to sleep. At that time, some people who were not good at sleeping had no choice but to hold dark circles on the next day. Some people thought the frog was noisy and threw a brick over. With the sound of the thunder, the frog sound temporarily disappeared. But after a while, the frog croaked again - it was just a little further away.
After the rain receded, the croaking of frogs disappeared - they might have returned to their original home again. Then, the sound of crickets replaced the cicadas. Those happy cicadas have been busy all summer and have died and have sued others for a while. From time to time, cicadas grow old black bodies appear on the path. They did not really die. Their children have already survived tenaciously in the land under their feet, waiting patiently for the moment of breaking out of the ground, and then climbing up to the branches and singing loudly like their parents.
"Chirrified and weeping, the water is like crystal in the cold night. I sipped the dew and hidden in the secluded grass, how could I know there were fallen cherry blossoms?" At night, the crickets' whispers were the best. The sound of crickets is clear and memorable. It is gentle and gentle, mixed with various tones. There are short monophonics, 323 lyphonics, and Boeing and Vibrato. When you sit on the sofa, the cool breeze blows from outside the window, and endless crickets chanting in your ears. It sounds so nice and I feel very comfortable in my heart.
The crickets chirping layer by layer, like the fine ripples in the clear lake, with fine lines surging one after another, running and chasing one after another. One wave stops, another wave starts again, the sound is delicate and soft. When walking, the crickets were roaring in the grass on the roadside, rising and falling. They are not afraid of the footsteps coming and going, nor are they afraid of the whistle of cars coming and going from time to time. They sing calmly and uninterruptedly, singing happy and elegant songs. Perhaps they think that these human voices are friendly and gentle and will not hurt them, so they are so calm and calm. Besides, the children nowadays don’t catch crickets much, they almost all control the phone. I remember that when I was a child, the children in the yard liked to raise crickets, especially boys. They often used transparent canned glass bottles to put half a bottle of soil, caught crickets and kept them in, and mainly fed them with melon seeds; sometimes they would also feed them chili - this could greatly enhance the combat effectiveness of crickets. I've watched the fight with chili crickets. The cricket who ate chili peppers was indeed extremely brave. He fought the other party with a fallen flower and flowing water, and then bulged his wings as thin as a cicada wing and shouted like a demonstration to show his victory. When the other party was unwilling to fail and make a comeback, the cricket who ate the pepper immediately put down their bulging wings - sometimes before they could sing the victory intact, they would go into the battle again.So the two sides fought fiercely again, and then the other party finally lost to the crickets that ate chili and fled in panic. The cricket who ate chili won a great victory, so he bulged his wings again and sang the song of victory.
On the autumn night, the moon hangs high in the sky, and the moonlight spreads brightly and gently all over the roads, buildings, streets, and villages; the wind blows gently, gently blows across the cheeks, rippling gently. The sound of crickets coming into the ear drum is so gentle and soft, lingering and melodious. The gentle moonlight spreads all over the earth, the gentle wind blows the corners of the hair and the gentle crickets are coming one after another - the autumn night is so quiet and beautiful, and I am intoxicated with time. Sitting in the night wind, bathing in the moonlight, listening to the whispering of autumn insects, smelling the fragrance of flowers from the wind, I feel like I have fallen into the gentle sea, letting the waves gently pat every cell and every inch of the skin in the body, and gentle feelings stir in my heart and hit my heart.
The crickets entering autumn are tender and sweet singers, while the mosquitoes after autumn are an annoying sneak attacker. On weekends, a few people went to the woods on campus to take photos. The woods after autumn are still lush green. The sunlight shone through the gaps in the leaves and scattered to the ground, shining with oval golden light and shadow. A few people walked, ran, jumped, turned around, and shot in various movements and postures. They happily went home. When I got home, I felt itchy on my legs. After a closer look, I found that some mosquitoes bite a few big red envelopes on my legs. Autumn is here, and these mosquitoes have not had much time to live in the world, and they are still breathing, but it is really disgusting to leave a mark like this. It's not like crickets, singing gentle songs in a low voice, ironing your heart.
walks through the community square. There is a wide view, and the vast sky is in a blue color, and the blue seems to be overflowing. Large pieces of white clouds reflected on the blue background, quiet and clear, refreshing and comfortable. The sky is like a vast blue sea, sweeping with huge white waves, surging and magnificent. Attracted by the majestic and beautiful sky, I took out my phone and seized the opportunity to take a few beautiful scenes. A car behind slowly started up, without interrupting my shooting, and drove away quietly.
Under the background of the blue sky, the trees on the roadside are green, so refreshing and pleasant. Some trees are filled with round and unfamous little fruits, which have turned from the initial astringent green green to the bright yellow green; some trees are filled with card-shaped fruits, and those flat cards are now filled with clearly contoured full beans, which are very similar to the elders but are smaller and narrower. Some privet trees are not old, but have already fruitful, with green beans covered with small grape-like branches. All of this is so joyful and happy. rose flower is still in bloom. Cranberries of flowers, purple, red, white or pink, exudes a faint fragrance, echoing the sweet pink flowers in the distance, and the air is filled with a sweet smell. In the grass under the flowers and trees, there are insects roaring happily, but you need to stop and listen quietly. You can't feel its soft and soft sound when you pass by. And at night, Qiu Chong's chanting was considered to be on stage and performing formally.
One day, when I went to the garage to push the cart, I was suddenly startled: There was a brown mantis standing in the middle of the handlebar, with his head high and staring at me with his big round eyes. I don't know how these brown insects got in, and I think they were mostly emerald green. At this time, if it is a mantis with green green color, I think it is normal, but now the dark brown color on its body makes me surprised. I stared at it for a long time, and it stared at me for a long time. I was not in a hurry to push the cart, and the two of them confronted each other for a long time. Finally, when I reached out and tried to touch it carefully, it jumped out with a whizzing speed, and I couldn't see how high it jumped. Finally, I saw it in the corner behind the door, and because I was about to go out, I let it go. Whether the mantis will scream has not been studied. In the grass during the day, there are grasshoppers flying gently.
I saw big grasshoppers in late autumn in Fushan, Yantai in the early years. The mountains behind the barracks are lush and deep grass, many big grasshoppers fly in the grass, and many big oil-green mantis. On the inner plains, I have never seen such a big grasshopper. To catch the big grasshopper, string it with long grass stems or put it in a glass bottle, otherwise when you hold it in your hand, the big grasshopper will bite your palm when it struggles to escape from it. Many people catch grasshoppers and scorpions and can fry them and eat them. Scorpions are often hidden in the wet place under the stone slab. When a stone slab is lifted up, most of them will hide one or several small scorpions under it. When catching a scorpion, you use tweezers to hold it in a glass bottle. I still remember that a military doctor in the military camp infirmary was stung by the little scorpion when catching a scorpion. He screamed in pain, and his feet were swollen like steamed buns.
"After the summer, the cicadas are heard, and the sound of insects is chords at night. The autumn heart is sent with the dew, and the leaves fall into the dust." When the autumn insects start singing, it indicates the end of one season and the beginning of another season. Seasons change, four seasons reincarnate, and cycle repeats. The season is a cycle of circles, from spring to summer, to autumn, and then to winter; then from winter to spring, reincarnation in turn. But life is a one-way road, from spring to summer, to autumn, and finally to winter. There is no turning back in life. On the road of life, it is a happy and happy thing to live every day with beautiful things such as words, notes, pictures, etc.
You cannot carefully appreciate the beautiful scenery when you are in a hurry, such as driving or riding a bicycle. Walk to work one day. On the way off work, I saw a magnificent sky, storm and changes. Autumn is coming, and the sky is getting higher and clearer. The sky is light blue, and a large area of thick clouds are like a cloud picture drawn by someone with a brush. It has a tortuous and changeable outline, with a deep gray blue; next to it is a dark gray cloud that almost covers half the sky. Behind the dark gray clouds, a dazzling golden cloud appeared. At this time, the sky actually had so many rich colors. Light blue, gray-blue, dark gray, light gray, golden, crimson , colorful and extremely beautiful. Gradually, large areas of dark gray clouds accumulate more and more. It's raining! Someone shouted. Almost as I heard the sound, a large drop of cool raindrops fell on the back of my hand. I speeded up and looked at the back of my hand, but I didn't see a second drop of raindrops appear. After a drop of rain, there was no movement. I felt strange. Looking up, no wonder, the large dark gray clouds had slowly floated a little further away.
Autumn is colorful and dazzling, it is a season of harvest and harvest, and a season of joy. You can think of autumn as golden wheat waves, golden leaves and yellow pears; or red apples, red pomegranates, and red plums; or you can think of it as a cricket chirping, a bright moon, and a silver moonlight.
The autumn moon is the roundest, most beautiful and brightest. It is filled with homesickness of wanderers, the happy reunion of home, the crisp sweetness of apples, and the strong fragrance of mooncakes. The melody whispered by autumn insects has deep love, sweet warmth, happiness in aftertaste, and gentle and bright moonlight.
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Yang Jieqing, female, from Heze, Shandong, Shandong Writers Association member. Literary works such as poetry and prose have been found in newspapers and magazines such as " Poetry Magazine ", " Entrepreneur Daily ", " Liaohe ", etc., and have won awards many times.
Yidian No. Bingqing Yueming
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