The song of the cicada will also become a swan song poem/Xishuangbanna Zhou Yanfeng
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Some of them are singing...... Cicada...... Cicada......
Some only sing to know...... Know...... Know......
In the rainforest region, cicadas chirp is the theme song of summer
Singers everywhere, tireless singers
Weave huge pockets with sound
The cage went into the landscape, and the cage went into the city and countryside
Caged people who were suffering from the heat
makes the mood more boring, and makes love words unable to spread their wings
But the chirping of cicadas drives away a lot of loneliness
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People who are hungry for profit turn the cicada song into money
The market is suddenly piled up with big pockets of big pockets of cicadas
Every one of them is alive, and every one of them is no longer silent
I asked the seller if they would still bark
The seller said that it was fried in oil, put it in the mouth and chewed, and it was crispy
I was nauseous and a little dizzy
I would like to ask the seller if there will be no more cicadas in the future
Who's going to take their place...... Cicada......
