Understand this joke

This is the world of cicadas every year. I only heard cicadas in the city, but I couldn't find a little monkey who saw the world for the first time.

When I was a child, there was an endless apple tree in my hometown for more than ten years. The branches are thick and full of harvest, and the branches are bent by the precipitation pad. There are few well-known big monkeys in the apple field, because they have strong crawling ability, and they can hardly be seen on the tree, either they have not climbed the tree or they have reached some distant leaves, which are no longer in our sight. There are many small cicadas in apple fields, which are generally five times smaller than cicadas. Judging from the size, it is impossible to show the temperament, but the cicada when I was a child was not as full of RMB as it is today. At that time, we only ate our own bite. Now people are smart, put on tapes, sit and collect a lot of money, and think about how much bitterness we have paid for this food. These heavy taste memories are full of cicada seasons.

1. That apple orchard belongs to us.

Cicada is Nocturnal Animals. It doesn't appear until dark. We should follow it in time. Mother cooked early, took the tools, and set off after dinner. It's a tool. It's so elegant. It's actually a flashlight and a watertight plastic bag. Sometimes dad will take us, but more often, we will ask our friends to go with us.

Cicada also has a name called climbing monkey. Does the origin of this name mean that they climb high to avoid deformation? I don't know how to determine the direction of crawling in the dark. No matter where its cave is, it can accurately find the direction of the tree and climb up along it. It is rare to see a stupid cicada deformed on the ground. I don't know if its home is too far away to reach the heights, or if it is born with a little disability and can't determine its direction. There are also some indifferent people who did not rush to the big tree with the crazy army, but simply found a grass and started their own transformation, but this is also a minority.

Now is the real process of getting down to business and getting a glimpse. Apple trees in the south are small and easy to get in and out, but there are few cicadas. After going there several times, I didn't go because I didn't have enough to eat, or maybe my teeth were a little too big and the number was too small to meet our needs. Our destination turned to the north, which is an ancient orchard. But for us, besides catching a few more cicadas, it's really not attractive at all. Listen to me in detail.

The first task of our action is to bow down to this land and fruit forest where food is raised and eaten. Because the branches are very low, we seldom meet fruit trees that can stand up and lean deep. Generally, we are required to climb in on our knees, and sometimes we need to climb on the ground. Now that I think about it, we were really stubborn then. If you can't get in, you won't go in. What a big orchard. But at that time, I really didn't let a tree go. I always feel that in the depths of such dense leaves, a group of cicadas are waving to us. In order not to wear out pants, it is too extravagant to wear a pair of pants for more than ten days. It is inconvenient and uncomfortable to say that you are a little sweaty or wet with dew, so we usually wear loose shorts when catching cicadas. Wearing shorts also has many disadvantages, that is, bare skin is indispensable for mosquito bites and grass branches. So during that time, my leg was still my own, but I added a lot of colors to make it lively.

My friends and I usually walk alone under a tree, not too far apart, otherwise it is easy to get separated, and it is easy to lose our sense of direction by burying our heads under the tree for a long time. I remember once, I don't know why my friends didn't go, nor did my sisters, and I don't know where I got such a big addiction. I went to the field alone and wandered in the dark Woods without scruple. I am unscrupulous because I usually have friends on both sides of the tree, so I can't get involved. But today is different. It's all mine. So I took a flashlight and shone it on the tree. If there is, I will go in. If it is less, I won't go. Later, this method didn't work very well, because there were many at first glance. But in the middle and late cicada season, the skin left by tree deformation is far more than that of cicada with wet meat. Usually, I will run over with surprised eyes. When I touch it, it's all cracked when I pinch it. Suddenly, the strength I had just gathered was completely dispelled, but I immediately launched the next goal.

I don't know how long I stayed in the fruit forest, but I looked around unconsciously when I was cold, and I was dumbfounded. Surrounded by the same scenery, the dark night sky is silent. As if I could hear the sound of Xiao Zhi trying to crawl, I suddenly decided one thing in my heart. I am lost and have no direction. What should I do? Running around, crawling around the heat gathered on the face, forming a blush. At this time, it is even hotter when you are nervous, and your heart is anxious. I'm not interested in continuing to look at cicadas under trees. I am anxious to get rid of the ambiguity between every two trees and wander aimlessly. I don't have time, and I don't know how long it took. I'm sweating, my face is red, and my instant noodle bag is on pins and needles. Most of the bags are crawling happily, as if laughing at me for what I deserve.

I am looking forward to meeting someone and asking how to get out. But I don't know what happened today. Family, friends and others didn't come. According to the agreement, everyone has a holiday today. I can't hear a person's voice or see the beam of any flashlight.

Looks like you're on your own. I climbed up the tree and stood high as if looking around. The irradiation range of the flashlight is too small, and I can only see a small piece, all of which are apple trees submerged in the Black Sea. I walked aimlessly in one direction, thinking about what they were all doing at home, whether they were competing to watch TV or get together to play poker or not to come with me. I caught the cicada. I won't give it to them tomorrow morning I will eat them all by myself. I don't know what time it is. I feel it for a long time, and they don't come to me. Whose land is this? There will be no graves in it. So I began to recall all kinds of ghost films on TV. My messy imagination made me more afraid and strengthened my determination not to share food with them.

I don't know how long it will take to get out. When I was standing alone on the road that was no longer full of strangeness and panic, my eyes were a little moist, but I didn't cry. I'm so happy. I just want to go home quickly. I just want to see the lights on at home immediately. I just want to hear the noise at home. I swear I will never come alone again.

But the next morning, cicadas were served on the plate, and we were still divided into ten people. Four children, so small, are really tasteless.

2. Next to the ancient Yellow River Road, under 10,000 mu of pear blossoms.

There were many memories of catching cicadas in the apple orchard that night, but there are always a few people going outside to catch cicadas in a year. The outer side mentioned here is the old Yellow River passing through the county seat. After dinner, my father got on a tricycle and took my mother and the four of us, a powerful labor group, to the destination in half an hour. It was crowded with cars, big and small, and the pear garden in the distance was brightly lit, which was very lively. Our home is full of clay, while the two sides of the old Yellow River are pure sand, with the famous 10,000-mu pear garden, Dangshan Pear Town, Pear Festival, Pear King and all kinds of tall names planted.

Compared with the environment at home, this place is simply paradise. The home is hard clay, and here is a particularly comfortable sand with bare feet, and there is little grass and it is very clean. Most importantly, pear trees are not as short as apple trees. You basically don't have to crawl on your knees. You can bend down and go deep inside.

Our apple field is rich in cicadas, and we haven't met a cicada for a few days, but under the pear tree in the sand, we have learned a lot, and each one is really enjoyable. But what is not enough is quantity, because there are many people going. Sometimes, when they go far away, their eyes are straight, the trees are bare and there is nothing. In a word, someone was here just now. Sometimes, if you are lucky, you can catch a few in a missed tree.

In short, although the number is large, it is actually not proportional to the harvest. Although there are quite a number of cicada monkeys here, there are too few that belong to us, so in the final analysis, there are not many. Not all the people who come here come to grab vegetables like us. Many people rob and sell them on the spot. At that time, I didn't understand the children selling cicadas. Do you really want to sell it here without eating it? But I still want to thank them for their existence, because in this way, my father will buy dozens of dollars from them to make up for the long-coveted taste of the four of us. At that time, cicadas were not cheap, only 20 cents each.

Later, the owner of the pear garden realized the huge business opportunities and did not let outsiders arrest them at will. They looked at their land closely and wrapped the tree with plastic tape, so they could easily catch it without much effort. Think about how smart they are. From then on, the pear garden that people love and hate no longer exists, and the pear garden is quiet. However, the road outside the pear garden is still lively, and only a few cicadas and bills are lit one by one.

3. Catch cicadas at night and dig cicadas during the day.

We catch cicadas at night and are not idle during the day. What are we doing? We are going to dig cicadas under the tree.

We took a small shovel and started digging around along the cicada hole under the tree. Shovel off a layer of soil on the epidermis and expect a new hole to appear outside the hole. Sometimes, there is not even an ant hole on the plane. If a hole is found, everyone will jump with excitement.

I think this kind of thing is very exciting, as difficult as winning the prize, and the probability of disappointment is high. Let me talk about the moment of winning the prize. After removing the soil from the epidermis, if we find something in the hole, we will immediately kill ourselves and take the next step quietly. Look at the depth of the hole first. Shallow words are easy to handle. Find a small piece of wood and pull it out. But more often, the depth is hard to argue. Usually at this time, we will be very cautious, or we will use stupid methods, that is, dig deep from the periphery of the hole. I can't wait to dig three feet for a meal.

It's like this during the day, we can't get much at all, no more than ten, but we are still waving shovels and desperately looking for it. It is better to enjoy the occasional surprise, even if it is empty, which will surprise us for a long time and imagine how many friends there are near it.

We quickly cleaned up the disappointment that often spread, and we always believed that the next shovel would be a miracle.

4. delicious food on earth

I've poured out my bitter water, and it's time to say something beautiful, that is, eating.

Speaking of eating, I have to say I know how to do it. Generally, cicadas caught at night are washed first, then marinated overnight and cooked the next day.

My family's practice is different from the general best-selling practice outside. Now the market practice is bombing, because it retains his shape and is very eye-catching. And our practice is adhering to the practice of frying (commonly known as kang in my family), that is, putting a little oil in the pot, just like the practice of spreading eggs. Put the cicada in the pot, lay it flat at the bottom of the pot and flatten it with a spatula for better heating.

Xiao Zhi is finally going to cook. It's time to eat. No, eating is not the first thing we should do. We have four big mouths to feed and wait for this good dish. We can't be careless. So the first step is to divide, and then everyone will stare at the upcoming delicious food. Count together, 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, which is yours and the next person's, 1, 2, 3, 4. I don't remember which one was generous, and the last one didn't participate in the distribution. Anyway, mine can't be less.

When it's over, you should enjoy the food. I didn't want to eat quickly at that time. I just chew slowly and enjoy it. I don't seem to remember this feeling of not wanting to eat. In the end, I always feel unsatisfied.

As for the taste, I don't have so many words to praise the food. In short, we just think it is delicious, and people want to go back to that moment in retrospect.

I have eaten several times in recent years, all of which are big cicadas, all of which are fried series. Its taste is very weak, far less than that of my favorite cicada, and I can't eat the taste I once coveted.

Later, I went to college, and it rained heavily for three years in my hometown. The rain accumulated and I couldn't discharge it. The fruit forest was soaked in water for a long time, and finally gradually lost the memory of life. I remember the May Day season that year, when spring was blooming, and my eyes were bare and bleak. Standing on the road of the fruit forest, looking at the land of my home in the distance, I can't leave. The rain-filled land greedily devours the weight of all the surface.

When the land is finally dry enough to walk in, weeds grow wildly in the orchard that has been neglected for a long time. It is no exaggeration to say that my height will not be found standing in the grass. The grass grows strong, thick and tall. This is the first time I have seen the power of grass hidden for many years, which can be so crazy.

In my memory, weeding was eliminated when it grew to ankle height, and it was allowed to grow to knee height at most. It has always been recognized that grass is grass, but it has never been as big as imagined. In the past, weeding was done with a small shovel. At that time, the tools were sickles, shovels and axes. After the grass is finally cleared, bare land and bare apple trees are waiting for their owners to give them life again.

Since then, with the whole childhood, the apple orchard that has always been proud of has disappeared, and the world of cicadas coexisting with the apple orchard has also disappeared.

Even if I go back, I can't relive those years that have passed forever.