Cicada-free summer

Author: Zhang Yongping

Cicadas are natural creatures and an indispensable scenery in summer. Cicadas, born in summer, not in autumn, inhabit high branches, do not eat human fireworks, wind and rain, eat wind and drink dew, high character, has always been praised by literati rioters.

"Drink the dew, and the sound of the trees flowing out." To be loud and far away is not to take advantage of the autumn wind. This is Yu Shinan's "Wing Cicada"; "The cold cicada is miserable, the long pavilion is late, and the rain begins to rest..." This is the cicada in Liu Yong's "Raining Bells"; "The cicadas of the Western Continent sing, and the Southern Crown is deeply thoughtful." Unable to bear the shadow of Xuan Sideburns, come and groan to the white head. It is difficult to fly heavily, and the wind is loud and easy to sink. No one believes in purity, who gives to the heart. This is Luo Binwang's "Cicada in Prison"; "It is difficult to be full of heights, and it is in vain to hate the sound." Five more neglectful, one tree is merciless. The thin eunuch stem is still widespread, and the old garden has been flattened. Annoyed Jun is the most vigilant, and I am also a clean family. "This is the late Tang Dynasty poet Li Shangyin borrowing cicadas to describe himself... Throughout the epic, the literati chanted cicadas to count. Cicadas show high winds and bright festivals with poems, and poems show the elegance of life with cicadas.

The poets who chant cicadas are also like ordinary people who learn to speak in the pleasant sound of cicadas and mature. For those who are familiar with the nature of cicadas, cicada singing is the sound of sunshine, the ode of midsummer; cicada singing is the rhythm of summer and autumn; cicada singing is a lullaby of children, is the teenager's "pulling the soul cavity!" "The stronger the sun, the stronger the cicadas sing." In the event of rain, the cicadas are silent. On a day when the sun is shining like fire, children in the countryside will follow the sound of cicadas and jump to find cicadas with sticky bamboo poles to catch cicadas, and the happiness is boundless. Adults toiled in the fields and sweated like rain. On rainy days, children enjoy their families' scrambled melon seeds and popcorn, women playing with hemp and shoe uppers, and men playing cards, partying, and talking about the mountains. In this way, the villagers worked in the sound of cicadas and relaxed in the silence of cicadas. Cicadas, as the messengers of summer and autumn, have accompanied human beings for thousands of years, and people have become accustomed to it, and it is not uncommon. However, once upon a time, the fat and thin, delicious and clever humans began to eat cicadas in general, and they picked up the lantern night battle to catch the cicada pupae that had just broken out of the hole, and then salted it and fried it in oil. What's more, they caught a large number of cicada pupae in the market and sold them to make money, and each cicada pupae sold for fifty cents a piece. As a result, cicadas began to move to the table of the city to become a delicacy for diners. For this reason, I was worried that one day the cicadas would be eaten and destroyed by humans! However, year after year, such a scene did not occur. The cicadas are still singing the summer and ode to autumn tirelessly on the high branches of the danger. Instead, I was unfounded, and the mediocre disturbed themselves!

However, the day when we could not see the cicadas singing finally came. The cicada-free summer happened in the summer of 2007!

According to the convention, it has always been "three days of the summer solstice cicadas crying". Before the summer solstice this year, I used to look forward to seeing cicada pupae and hearing the sound of cicadas. But until the cold dew came, it did not get its wish. There are no cicadas this summer, the cities are, and so are the villages. There are no cicadas this summer, where are the cicadas singing? There is a cicada singing, but it is a kind of cry like a cicada, a small head, listening to it in "Fu Liang..., Fu Liang..."

There were no cicadas this summer, and they didn't attract attention. It wasn't until one day when I ate cicadas at the dinner table and mentioned this matter that the crowd suddenly realized and confirmed it: Hey, what you said is true, there are no cicadas this summer, and we haven't seen or heard them!

Yes, this summer there are no cicadas, less scenery, less song of the sun!

Cicadas, in the face of indiscriminate hunting and eating of human beings, will you come back next year?