When I touched the green cicada's body, I fell into thinking unconsciously. This little cicada is what it is now, and the process of transformation is so hard and long. It has been carried by a larva in the soil for several years or even more than ten years. How did it spend its loneliness in this dark space, how did it survive in this difficult environment, and how did it go through repeated struggles? It is like an angel sent by God, giving nature a wonderful song and making summer more perfect. After completing its mission, it quietly left this world. Oh! This is the meaning of cicada's life! I think such a short and tiny life, such a tenacious and humble life, is awesome.
Can I stay here longer than cicada's life? After all, man is a conscious animal, and he can actively know and change the world. Should we spit and complain less in the face of reality, and be more rational and act? Should we have less inferiority and discouragement and more confidence and encouragement when facing failure? Is there less complacency and more modesty before success? Should we be less indifferent and more sincere and caring to the people around us? Moreover, life is not just about getting along, but also about poetry and distance. While I am still young, I should not only take life seriously, but also bravely do what I want to do, such as skydiving and bungee jumping, such as teaching in Tibet, such as traveling to northern Europe ... Please let me not live in this world in vain, and I can tell others those memorable things when I am old! At that time, the mood may have the kind of ease and calmness that Haizi said, "facing the sea and blooming in spring."
Xia Chan Prose 2 In the summer afternoon, the sunshine is like a bright mirror, reflecting everything with dazzling brilliance. In this afternoon, a gust of wind swept the trees in Shan Ye from the distant sky and came slowly. I sat on a cane chair and watched the dancing of the mountain wind, as if I saw the cycle of love and vicissitudes, just like a silent old man staring at his children from a distance. At this moment, the years are like the tide, spreading out from the fingers and rushing thousands of miles!
I heard cicadas chirping.
Cicada's chirping is higher than cicada's, with a little taste of nap and childhood, taking away all my senses and thoughts. In a blur, I seem to have returned to my childhood. One summer afternoon, when my family was asleep, I quietly opened the door and walked barefoot on the mud road baked by the scorching sun, but I didn't feel hot at all. You must call friends and invite your best playmates to play in the fields, lotus seeds and melon gardens. At that time, the wind must have the smell of lotus or orchard. Cicada was hiding among the thick and huge plane leaves, and the loud and clear song was like a distant and clear dream.
Memory is really a wonderful thing. Inadvertently, some broken traces and accidents in life were fixed. Many years later, when today's cicadas are linked with all the memories, Xia Feng still echoes the timbre of his childhood. At the moment, I am standing in front of the window sill of the library, looking at the green hills and listening to the cicadas. The child who ran barefoot and swam naked in the hot sun is not me anymore. He only belongs to my life sky, a cloud of memory.
Once upon a time, my heart was full of doubts. Which is the real me, the stubborn child in my memory or the gray-haired person standing at the window today? Perhaps, they are all me, perhaps, I will never return to them. A person's two feet cannot step into the same river, and the scale of life cannot be repeated. The cicada is still loud, it penetrates both ends of my memory, reshaping and reminding me of another reality this summer afternoon.
Yes, it is a luxury to listen to cicadas and feel summer now. We prefer to hide in the cold air and break into the computer. In the virtual world, we make up our own characters and make up the cycle of seasons. Everything in nature is shut out, and we use technology behind closed doors. I don't know if I am familiar with it, but if I stay away from nature, I will stay away from the truth. This life is getting thinner and paler …
Some people say that cicada is a kind of arrogant insect, because its common name is "cicada" and its snoring is also "cicada, cicada ……" It seems that there is nothing in this world that it doesn't know. I prefer to restore the truth of things. In this cicada singing, I feel a poetic drowsiness, a voice close to the earth, and the ultimate concern for small memories.
Even if this bug is really conceited, I'd rather open the window, face the breeze and listen to the cicada. ...