Text | Wang Peijing
In the early autumn evening, go for a walk in the park not far from your accommodation. Following the footsteps of the people in front of me, along the path, I entered a new world.
The grass on the ground was so beautiful, so neatly trimmed that it was like laying a green carpet over the earth. The grass is also high and low, flat and sloped, and the layers are clear. There was water, trees, and reeds in the low-lying area, and not far away, there was a beautiful miniature landscape.
Walking on the soft grass and looking at the blue sky in the distance, I stopped and sat involuntarily on the grass. I don't know how long I sat, I lay down again, and then rolled on the grass a few times, feeling that I was not happy, so I simply took off my shoes and put them in my hands, and used my foot board to walk on the grass.
After walking for a long time, the sky darkened a little, and suddenly I felt a little tired. At this time, I found that there was another water surface in the low-lying place in front of me, and the shadows of the trees on the shore were beautiful in the water, so I took out my mobile phone to take pictures.
After taking the photo, I walked endlessly at the water's edge, and I could hear my own breathing quietly all around, when suddenly a rhythmic voice came from the water: "Croak", which was somewhat low and somewhat familiar. Ah, it's the frog chirping!
The sound was all too familiar, and it accompanied me throughout my teenage years. After the heavy rain in the summer, in the dam north of the small mountain village in my hometown, the sound of frogs in the water rises and falls, and it is not lively. At this time, thousands of frogs are like in a chorus, with a lead singer, a chorus, a piece of music, and they can play from the evening until dawn.
When we were teenagers, my friends and I used to go to the river to mow grass and take a bath, and from the beginning of summer, we could hear the frog chirping sporadically. They hid in the water grass on the surface of the water or in the grass on the shore, staring at the eyes, drumming their cheeks, and their round bellies were like a loud speaker that could resonate, and then their songs became particularly loud, and the harmony of "croaking" could be heard hundreds of meters away.
Thinking of this, I stopped moving forward. "Croak", the frog chirped as if contagious, first only one frog called out, followed by several others in response. I walked softly and quietly left the river, afraid of disturbing their cooperative concert.
I think I can hear this "croak" every night in the future, the years have passed, but every time I hear it, this cry can make me retrieve the memories of my childhood.
"Croak", this is the cry of a frog, the sound of evening music, and the sound of childhood memories!
【About the Author】Wang Peijing is a member of the China Writers Association and the president of the Beijing Short Fiction Salon. In 2009, "Who Doesn't Want to Be a Flying Bird" won the Bingxin Book Award, in 2012 the essay "Parents' Heart" won the Fifth National Bingxin Prose Award, in 2015 won the 7th Golden Sparrow Award, and from 2006 to 2011, he won the first prize of the fourth annual Chinese miniature novel. His works have won more than 100 awards inside and outside the military. He has been awarded the titles of "New 36 Constellations of Contemporary Small Fiction" and "Contemporary Hundred Houses". More than 100 works have been selected by newspapers and periodicals such as "Selected Novels", "Readers", "Writers' Digest", "Youth Expo", "Reading for Middle School Students", "Selected Small Novels" and so on. More than 100 works have been selected into "100 Readers' Favorite Essays", "Military Prose Annual Selection", "Chinese New Literature Department Miniature Novel Volume", "World Chinese Miniature Novel Selection" (Chinese and English comparison), "My Favorite Chinese Prose 100", "Chinese Small Novel Reader", "Chinese Miniature Novel Reader" and other anthologies. He has published more than 100 works in foreign newspapers and periodicals such as "Australian Rainbow Parrot", "International Daily", "Qiandao Daily", "Good News", "Northern Jiangsu Daily", "World Daily" and so on. His works have been translated into English, Japanese and other foreign languages. His works "I Have a House", "The Magic of Long Kisses", "Military Salute", "Female Soldiers Outside the Staff", etc. were selected as examination papers or high school mock examination questions of more than 100 middle and high schools in Anhui, Guangdong, Jiangxi, Zhejiang, Jiangsu, Shandong, Hebei and so on. He is the chief editor and co-editor of more than 200 anthologies of literary works, such as "2005 Annual Selection of Chinese Military Short Stories", "Selected Works of Winning Writers of the Famous Artists and Bingxin Award" (30 books), "Classic Anthologies of Lu Xun Literature Award-winning Writers" (15 books), etc. He has published 21 works, such as "How Can I Not Miss You", "Selected Miniature Novels of Wang Peijing", "Military Soul", "Call Him a Brother for Me", "Looking for a Hero", "Female Soldier From Outside the Compilation", "Who Doesn't Want to Be a Flying Bird", "A Pair of Leather Shoes Running Away from Home", "Time Fished from the Bottom of My Heart" and so on.
[Editor and production: Slippery, real name Liu Jian, senior teacher, founder of Huanpai Literature. On the title page of his book "Slippery", it is impressively written: "Humble is fine, fine is humble." / The one who is humbled is dying, / The spirit is coming to an end because of the essence. / Life is different, / People die together. / Alive, once for a chicken feather red face, / can sacrifice oneself for a girl to forget death; / Dead, not proud of the city full of thousands of beautiful women, / not depressed with dogs for the company of sheep as wives. 】
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