In the hot summer, cicadas sing like poems and songs.
In the morning, when the first ray of sunshine penetrated the leaves in the hot summer, a little black elf drank the morning dew and sang loudly. They crouched on the trunk, occupying a stage, singing heartily, sometimes loudly and violently, sometimes deeply and tactfully, sometimes lamenting being single, and sometimes calling for friends. Symphony-like, sonata-like, with its beautiful melody and charming rhyme, it lingers in the Woods and whirls among the leaves, just like a poet in the prosperous Tang Dynasty, interpreting his enthusiasm for midsummer and love for life with confident performances.
The loud cicada song occupied the whole summer with great enthusiasm and magic. It is an indispensable note in midsummer and a gift from nature. Although the cicada is petite, it knows how to use the energy of sound to extend the length of life, expand the massiness of life, and give poetic content to the empty and hot summer. If there were no cicadas, summer would be monotonous and could not be called a perfect summer. Zhu, a poet in the Song Dynasty, said in "The Middle Section of Nan 'an Road" that "the cicada is long and the forest is lingering." In Zhu's ears, the cicadas echoing in the hot summer are not annoying and messy noises, but the sounds of nature that are light, euphemistic, rhyming, wonderful and rhythmic. Indeed, a tree cicada makes a vivid call in midsummer and becomes a euphemistic business card in summer.
Standing in front of the window, on the tall and straight poplar, the green leaves are still bright in the dazzling sunshine. But the cicadas hidden inside are hard to find and can be seen occasionally. It is also singing on the high tree pole, no one is watching. The voice of cicada, unconsciously born in the blood of life, is a kind of boiling, which produces the impulse to scream and shout with the voice of cicada. When I was a child, the most unforgettable thing in summer was cicada singing. In the front and back of my hometown, through the dense leaves, I can always hear the chords of poplars, lush phoenix trees and swaying willows. From morning till night, tireless. At that time, I often marveled at the amazing energy accumulated in their small bodies.
Cicada, as an animal full of childhood, is really familiar. These elves stand out with their incomparable natural sounds, which have attracted the attention of literati in past dynasties. They spent a lot of time writing poems about cicadas. Yu Shinan's "Cicadas" in the early Tang Dynasty said: "It is not the autumn wind that makes you cry, but the dew is thin." Wang Wei, a poet in the Tang Dynasty, said, "Leaning against my hut door, leaning against my cane, listening to cicadas in the evening breeze". Xin Qiji wrote in the Song Dynasty: "The bright moon surprises the magpie, and the breeze knows at midnight." Not to mention the fact that March 6th has become "a chilling cry, Changting is late, and the shower has begun to rest." The ancients used cicadas to express their inner feelings, but cicadas kept chirping with the passage of time, resulting in many famous sentences that have been passed down through the ages.
Cicada is a stunner in childhood. When I was a child, I didn't have any toys. In that mountain village, in that summer, what I enjoyed most was catching cicadas in the Woods with my friends in the scorching sun and listening to cicadas singing in my ears. In fact, the so-called cicada catching tool is just a plastic bag or a small rope net tied to a long bamboo pole. Quietly walk to the tree where the cicada lives and catch it when it forgets to sing. However, cicadas know that it is so dangerous, and they think it is unlucky to moan. Most locked targets can't escape the fate of being caught in the net. Those caught cicadas are carefully fed in glass bottles first, and even the twigs are broken, so that they can fully absorb the sap, or they can tie thin threads to the wings of cicadas, so that cicadas can struggle and have fun. When I was a child, I didn't know how to appreciate the beauty of cicadas singing freely in the forest, but I tortured a fresh life for no reason. It's cruel to think about it now. However, cicadas at that time really enriched childhood life and made people miss them, so that whenever they heard cicadas singing, they would think of interesting stories about catching cicadas as children.
Time flies, and the years are ruthless. After leaving the era when catching cicadas was my pleasure, I gradually understood the connotation of cicada singing. It's midsummer now. In the small town where I live, the beautiful cicadas are coming from the low hills, winding from the streets and flying over the vast mountains from my hometown. The rhythm is harmonious and graceful. During the day, cicadas contend with the bustling traffic; At night, it gives a quiet back to the sleeping people. Let me be in such a carefree state again, which reminds me of infinite aftertaste. At the moment, living in the poetic cicada sound, my heart ripples away with the cicada sound. A little bit of Xia Feng passed by the plane trees standing on both sides, full of cicadas, beautiful and moving. I quietly appreciated it, unwilling to destroy such a beautiful artistic conception and let cicadas down.
Cicada's life, in fact, is ill-fated and struggling. Life is as short as three or five years and as long as seventeen years. But in this seemingly long career, it only has one month to see the light, fly freely and sing, and feel the beauty of life. Cicada's eggs are laid in holes in branches, so it's necessary to avoid gnats stealing to have a chance to hatch. If the pupa only sees the light, it should enter the crypt to "practice" before cooling down. In the long days of sludge, it will transform its body four times, during which it will experience hot summer and severe winter, sucking the juice of tree roots to maintain its life. When summer comes, the cicada pupa comes out of the hole, ending the long underground life, shelling the cicada on the branch and completing the final transformation in life. The long darkness is only for dancing with the sun, as strings and shade; Long wait, just to bloom in midsummer. Singing in a season, this persistence, respect and enthusiasm for life is really touching. Writer Zheng Zhenduo marveled at this and praised cicada singing as "the song of life, the song of prime of life."
As human beings, although we have intelligent brains, who can understand the full significance of cicada's existence in the sun? Xiu Yuan, how long their growth path is, and their life and happiness are hard-won. To this end, they race against time to sing, tirelessly use songs to show people the existence of life, add vitality to nature, and release the brilliance of life to the maximum extent. Wu Chan's life is nothing more than wanting a pair of wings to soar and a golden voice to sing loudly. Cicada, as an insect that only lives in the soil, could have crawled like an earthworm for a lifetime. But for the sake of summer songs, for the sake of short-lived love, for the sake of firm belief, let life change again and again, and let the soul surpass again and again. ...
Cicada chirps, the alarm clock set by the season, and the Sanskrit sound given to the world by God. Listening to cicada's singing and understanding its Sanskrit can infect cicada's persistence and make it understand that life has moved from dull darkness for many years to bright journey and joy. Obviously a season has passed, you can't sink into the stork and dare not let go. You can firmly fulfill your deepest desire and sing the last song before the end of your life, even if the sun is shining, even if the day and night change, even if your voice is hoarse like a gong ... Of course, there is only a clear mind.
At this time, I have a dull pain in my heart and my life is short. Even if I cherish the time in the sun so much, how can people throw the limited light of life into the river of passing years? I stood quietly under the lush buttonwood, listening to the cicadas that refused to stop. This cicada is a miracle and a tribute to the world-nature is so beautiful that we have no reason not to cherish it; This cicada is a kind of roar, a struggle against one's own destiny-life must make a difference and must not be mediocre; This cicada is an attitude, a fearless courage to face setbacks, failures and even death, and a smile to face life.
"On the banyan tree by the pond, cicadas cry in the sound of summer ..." Tayu Lo's singing accompanied generation after generation of childhood, generation after generation of years, generation after generation of life, singing in a season of cicadas. One season is hot in summer, and one season is cicada. Isn't life like this? A generation has a generation's mission, how much persistence, how much patience, how much unremitting efforts, how much growth, how much harvest, how much sunshine and joy. When wearing a cicada gauze with colorful sunshine as the string, which poem "can be compared with Xia Chan's hard-won singing in an instant?" There is a cloud in the Buddhist scriptures: a moment is eternity. In the short life, how to pursue self-transcendence, how to pursue the true meaning of life, and how to answer the meaning of life are the foundation for people to settle down and live, which will give a short life eternity.
Cicada singing is a beautiful summer quatrain.
The hot summer lit the cicada's passion. The bright cicadas in summer set off beautiful ripples in my heart. Cicada explained the heat of summer and poured out the complex in my heart. In the waves of cicada singing, I saw the body of the little cicada, blooming a brilliant flower of life, and I couldn't help singing for the cicada. ...
About the author:
Chen, pen name, a native of Jincheng, Shanxi, party member of the Communist Party of China, university degree, senior political engineer. Retired soldier, vice president of state-owned enterprises. He is now a member of China Western Prose Society, a director of Shanxi Jincheng Poetry Society, and an expert in the management of construction enterprises in Shanxi Jincheng. 20 18 began to write prose and prose poems, and published his debut in the same year. He has published essays and prose poems in Shanxi Daily, Selected Essays in the West, Taihang Daily, Changzhi Daily and Jincheng Construction Industry. Some of his works were selected into Lie Hong Prose Collection, and the prose "Spring Rain Drifting Like Poetry" won the first prize of the 7th Chinese-foreign Poetry and Prose Alliance. There is also an essay "Fading Autumn Colors Waiting for Life" which won the first prize in the 8th "Meet Beijing" National Literature and Art Competition.