A tree

The bird flew from the forest here to the tree there, and suddenly bent the slender treetop. It was tepid to walk to such a field in July, without the passion of May. After all, it was calm. When the cicadas were ringing behind you, did your Heart Lake have waves? This morning, I saw the golden cicada shedding on the green grass leaves, which was as fresh as the one lying on the silk cotton tree ten years ago. I had been guarding the silky cotton forest that summer. I hurried to check every morning and picked off the armor of cicadas with the fragrance of soil. They climbed trees one after another, took off their armor one after another, and put them into my baskets one after another. The cicadas resounded through every cool Midsummer Night’s Dream, which bothered every afternoon’s sunshine. When I sat under the eaves, I could hear the singing beside the house. The unhurried rhythm and the undiminished pitch would definitely make people thinking about things upset, but it would be better for me to be an idler. Sometimes I couldn’t help looking at it in the bushes. My palm was carefully bent into a bow shape. I slapped it down and caught it slowly. I was clever enough to fly to the higher treetop, and I didn’t know whether it was panic or complacent, sing more happily. It is said that only males can sing, which can attract females. If you can scream, just pinch its body and watch it fluttering its wings, buzzing; If you don’t scream, just look at the transparent wings and feel boring. When I was a child, I liked to pinch off one of its wings and let it fly stumbling for a while, then pick it up and continue to fly. This vicious method was very popular in those years. I finally got retribution. I should have sat quietly in front of the stove to burn the fire. When my friends shouted, I couldn’t help leaving the fire to my mother and catching cicadas with them. We passed through the green corn field and ran to the silky cotton forest over there. The hot sunshine was discarded by us. Just beside the Stone Ridge built in Tian tou, I hit the black stone with my foot stepping on the air, with a big cut on my chin and bleeding. At last, I sewed six stitches on my chin, leaving the same marks as cicada legs. Later, Zijue told me that he also had such a story. One afternoon he sat in front of the window to write, and a cicada flew in from the open window, circling around the room, but could not fly out. He caught the poor guy and saw it lying on the newly written words, thinking that this little thing could understand his poems. So I was excited and became friends with it wishfully. In order to find it conveniently, Zijue tied a red rope on its leg and let it drag the red rope flying around the room, playing the monotonous song crazily. Every time Zijue finished writing a new poem, he asked it to lie on the words and read his own verses. The friend who was forced to catch disappeared without a trace with the red rope. Zijue didn’t find it, and searched all the trees around. He asked me to catch cicadas with red ropes to him in the future. I laughed at him for being silly. Cicadas could not live for a summer at all. Yes, Chan couldn’t live for a summer. He murmured, opened the beige page and wrote down this sentence conveniently. I have lived twenty more summer than cicada, but I haven’t left the golden armor, nor have I ever sung for even one summer with vitality. Or so silently alive, eventually so silently die, many a summer of cicadas buried my dream? I also remembered those cicadas that had been accumulated for the whole summer, and a large bag of folding fans that had not been exchanged day and night. Finally, only a few popsicles were exchanged, and all of them turned into red, green and green water when they were brought home. Drinking sweet water and listening to the complicated cicadas, we are also satisfied. I caught a cicada again, tied a red rope on its leg, and let it fly into the silky cotton forest to see if it could take me back to the summer full of cicadas on the treetop. Like (prose editor: Jiangnan wind) the snow in spring

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