Life-long prose of cicada singing in summer

Life-long prose of cicada singing in summer

In daily life, I believe everyone has read many essays on Internet platforms. In fact, many people will record their lives through words. Let's share the prose of cicadas singing for life in summer. Let's have a look.

Xia Chan's prose 1 cicada is a singer in summer and an emissary in pursuit of light. In nature, every forest, every flower, every withered corn leaf and every fruit tree has their beautiful images everywhere. Cicada, only slightly green or dark, has a pair of transparent thin wings. As long as it's not night and it's not raining, they will roll their eyes and sing hot summer.

In the morning, the sun is shining, and cicadas feed on dew. One, two, three, clear your throat and try to sing. Singing is high and low, intermittent, one after another, calling friends. There are a large number of cicadas singing on trees in rural or urban streets, and their songs converge into a harvest symphony. If we listen attentively, the hot weather seems to be much cooler.

The bright moon is breathtaking, and the breeze chirps at midnight. The cool evening breeze seems to have spread to cicadas in the distance. It's Zen Cicadas don't jump as short as frogs, but as long and loud as drums. Give people a pleasant breeze. The heart is full and the years are quiet.

Golden cicadas sing in summer, crisp and provocative, lingering in the ear, enduring. Time seems to have returned to the new year's summer vacation.

The fun of catching ticks when I was a child is still fresh in my memory. This emotional song seduces our Shanwa's heart, and the itching in our hands is really unbearable. I decided to catch some cicadas to spend the hot summer for myself.

When I was a child, the way to catch cicadas was not very unique, and I relied on laziness. At noon, the scorching sun scorched the earth. Some villagers enjoyed the cool under the big trees, some hid in the main room at home and shook bamboo households for the summer, while our friends who had a good time went to catch cicadas on the hillside outside the village naked in slippers and shorts. First, judge which song is louder from the cicada-cicada cry. Then stand on tiptoe and aim at the back of which leaf. When the clever cicada heard the wind blowing, she stopped at once and sang again after a while. At this time, the partner lurking nearby suddenly reached out his right thumb and the second thumb and gripped the cicada's spine tightly, and the cicada became a prisoner. For those cicadas hiding in the high branches, we can only stare blankly. At that time, each of our little friends had to look at each other. If they don't catch cicadas, they must help him catch one before going home together. In this way, we spent the summer of childhood, with no sorrow, no sadness, only happiness.

For decades, cicadas have been singing and interpreting the wonderful life in summer every year. Cicada has been playing music all her life. It's small and loud, echoing all summer. Although it only has a life course of more than 90 days, it never gives up its short life and shows it to the extreme. Let your happiness and freedom sing for summer, for mankind and for life until the last moment.

Life-long Prose of Cicada in Summer 2 Classical Prose of Cicada Rhyme

"The mountain is born in the mountain, and I will travel as an adult; After decades of hard work, white hair returned to his hometown. " This song accompanied me all over the world, east and west, north and south, and experienced countless vicissitudes. For decades, rain or shine, no regrets, no worries about eating and drinking. In my old age, no matter how wonderful the outside world is, no matter how beautiful the life in the city is, I will never forget the cicada singing in the depths of the mountains.

The story in the mountains is wonderful and there are many memories of life. For decades, I always like to walk in the unknown Yuan Ye when the morning glow is full and the dusk is hazy, to feel the changes in spring, summer, autumn and winter, and to listen to the calls of spring birds and autumn insects. Walking in the fields and wandering by the river, I like the sunrise and bright stars at night. However, no matter how beautiful the scenery in other places is, it can not replace the gurgling stream in the depths of the mountains, but it can also sing cicadas.

In hot summer, if the sky is on fire, whenever people are disturbed by the burning hot air, the hometown forest under the blue sky is another scene. Winter in the mountains is like a quiet picture scroll suitable for appreciation, but in the hot summer, the golden cicada opens its mouth and gives people the most beautiful feast in hearing.

The blue sky is beautiful, white clouds are swimming, reflecting countless sunshine, curling up in the mountains, the mountains are lush and beautiful, and green waves are surging in the sound of Lin Tao. Apart from the Qin Liu-like play in the mountains and streams, thousands of different colors and kinds of cicadas are unforgettable in summer. At noon under the bright sun, at dusk in the evening, one after another, one after another, the shouts dragged to the end can often drown out Lin Tao's roars in Shan Ye. In the mountains, whether you want to listen or not, its screams will not stop because of your troubles. Even if the cicada's chirping is pulled to an unbearable limit, you should calm down, listen carefully, taste quietly, feel the original ecology in this nature and share the sounds of nature in this vocal world.

Once a classmate came to visit the mountain and wanted to enjoy freshness and tranquility in the forest behind his hometown. They sat cross-legged on the cool boulder by the stream, thinking and reading. How could he think that cicadas are everywhere in the mountains in summer, just like athletes show their skills and skills on the field, rather than showing them. Not used to this kind of noise, he went back to the house alone, and when he couldn't bear it, he closed the doors and windows to resist the noise and avoid being disturbed and upset.

This classmate is a city man. He has no idea that the four-year ordeal in the dark brought light to cicada this month when it was still underground. Cicada, known as the golden cicada, is extremely proud at this moment, and can be as loud and generous as human beings, singing, singing the joy from the bottom of my heart and shouting out the beauty of nature.

As an audience, listening to cicadas is an artistic enjoyment, and appreciating cicada rhyme is no less than listening to a large concert. I always feel that every word is heartfelt and every sentence is sonorous. Sometimes, it's like running water in a mountain, and it's like being in a quiet lake, watching the boat float lightly, which makes people forget their troubles; Sometimes, it's like being besieged on all sides, and thousands of troops are coming, which impacts the depressed mood; Suddenly it became a peacock flying southeast, and the love words were lingering and melancholy, telling the melancholy of the end of the world ... When you came to your senses, the cicada had come to an abrupt end, leaving only a few minutes of heartfelt admiration.

Being in the deep mountains, I have listened to cicadas for decades. I seem to be an opera fan, a Xiao Sheng opera fan. When I was a child, I was very upset and unhappy when I listened to cicadas. When I am old, I listen to cicadas, and I am calm and natural. I am indifferent, like the wind, and my thoughts are long. If you listen to cicadas in the morning, the sound of cicadas will definitely be very long, such as shallow singing, euphemistic and gentle. The cicada's singing is particularly light in the dim morning light, as far as near, and as nothing. After a cicada singing, my heart seems to be transparent and clear, just like mountains and seas.

Listen to cicadas in the afternoon, like Ma Si, thinking of its tragic. At this time, cicadas seem to form a multi-voice chorus, singing a touching and inspiring symphony poem with its beautiful timbre and clear rhythm. This silent and invisible poem has its own emotional appeal of life and broad-minded personality. When they stop speaking in unison, there seem to be many tragic stories in their minds that they want to tell God.

After listening to cicadas for decades, the best time is afternoon. When all life is a little sleepy and tired, they are full of energy, unrestrained by nature, and exert their talents and potential to the extreme. I don't know which cicada, like the lead singer of the chorus, took the lead in talking. With its first loud sound, the followers immediately put it in their stomachs and immediately creaked in the mountains. In the ups and downs of singing, no one is willing to restrain themselves, but open their hearts and try their best to contribute the most beautiful timbre and get the best performance. When you are there, listen quietly, from near to far, from far to near, in the seemingly chaotic noise, you can find its pure and beautiful side. I often marvel at their later singing skills! It turns out that insects and cicadas also know how to use skills, and the sound coordination is just right and distinct. The connection between melody and rhythm is so vivid.

Listen to cicadas at dusk and think calmly. A cicada began to make a sound, and then the sound came out of the cage. Sometimes it is like running water, and sometimes it goes back to the mountains, just like the sweet spring, like a love song duet, and like telling endless lingering and endless melancholy; Sometimes, like the waves, it beats the emotions deposited in the audience's heart, like wild waves, diluting your inner condensation and melting your sadness. When the sun sets in the west, when the window of the mountain village shines with lights, the cicada rhyme gradually drifts away. In the lingering sound around the ridge, this song of life always leaves people with a little disappointment and even a little sadness.

At dusk, the mountain forest is particularly quiet, and even the high canopy does not move. The residual heat is annoying and sleepy, and people are eager for a little coolness to infiltrate their dried-up hearts. I pushed open the window wrapped in the shade, and through the cracks in the leaves, the full moon seemed to become hot. Fortunately, the dilemma is not very long. On the ground, like cicada's wings, a few cool winds blew from the sidewalk and brushed the leaves outside the window. The night covered the cicada rhyme during the day, but it was replaced by the green sound. Their voices are like the songs of insects and cicadas in the daytime. My impetuous mentality gradually calmed down, I listened calmly and sincerely admired these talented musicians in nature! Every time they tune the notes, my heart shakes inexplicably, and my thoughts are like kicking. Inspiration told me how to choose words and make sentences at the beginning of Cicada Rhyme.

Cicada, as a kind of life image, has appeared in the works of literati since the beginning of poetry, and this kind of cicada singing has never stopped. Smart ancestors evolved cicadas from a simple image into an artistic symbol. How can they not make future generations proud? Cicada and cicada singing in ancient poetry are intriguing artistic images, but poets can rely on cicada and cicada singing to pin their thoughts and feelings and make them deep-felt images. Cicada has various image characteristics in Tang poetry, some symbolize nobility, some endorse sadness, some cause mourning, and some express fate. With the help of this little insect cicada, the poet can express his noble character, be full of grief and indignation, and feel his own destiny.

In ancient poetry, it is not uncommon to use cicadas as a metaphor to imitate people. For example, some entertain, some mourn, some see ambition, and some express anger. Yu Shinan even wrote a famous sentence about cicadas: "Drinking dew makes sound, and trees want to be sparse." . It's not the autumn wind that makes you afraid to speak loudly. "Every sentence is a cicada, and every sentence is a person. Every sentence describes the shape, sound and habit of cicada, and every sentence implies the poet's noble character and interest. The deep meaning of chanting things is to praise people. Chanting contains Yu Shinan's way of being an official. Li Shangyin's "Cicada" is based on the cicada's own situation, expressing his nobleness by drinking clear dew. Cicada's "singing in vain" and "green trees are heartless" mean that the official sea is sinister and the world is cold, and the poet's life situation is humble, lonely and helpless, without complaint. In these 40 short words, cicada is one and cicada is mine. Jia Dao, who was down and out all his life, regarded himself as a sick cicada, which was a sigh for his long life. The "broken wing" and "sour song" of the sick cicada symbolize the ups and downs of his career and the poverty of his life. Although poor, but still thin but not vulgar and not dirty. A poor scholar, running around, down and out, on the page.

When I read King Robin's poem "A political prisoner is listening to cicada": "Cicada sings in the west and orders me to be firm in my cell. I can't stand the shadow of breaking the heart of a white-haired prisoner. His flight passed through the thick fog, and his pure voice was drowned in the world of wind. Who knows if he is still singing? Who will listen to me? "At that time, the desire to sing and write about cicadas became stronger and stronger. Born and raised in the mountains, I have been with the mountains for a long time. I am familiar with the appearance and habits of cicadas and the surrounding environment where insects live.

Insects and cicadas have weak feathers and faint cicadas. How many people who live on the hillside are like insects in this mountain, and they are caught in an embarrassing situation that they can't apply for help. When I was still in junior high school, I vowed to learn from the nature of this mountain-insect cicada when I grew up, to be an innocent and noble person, for the benefit of the people, for justice and fairness.

In my hometown, quite a few people don't like the sound of "cicada ... cicada ...", because Hakka people will "throw" and "destroy" people who go out to do business, and they are most afraid of the sound of insects and cicadas, so they will avoid this ominous omen in time. But I never believe that I have a special love and enthusiasm for insects and cicadas. Because I like to sing my understanding of life with them and encourage my thoughts and behaviors when I am confused and sleepy; When I was upset and lost, it catalyzed the deposition in my heart. The so-called perseverance, knowing and not knowing, and people know, so there is "the beauty of heaven and earth without saying anything." There are too many things that can be ignored and too many things that can be found in the world. However, not everyone can understand the excitement, emotion and introspection of cicadas. Cicada's life is only short of singing, but it can endure endless pain. And people? The charm of this is that only Ann can sit down and listen carefully.