Tell me how to write cicada.

It's another summer, and the most unforgettable thing for me is the cicada singing.

Since I left my hometown to work in the city, I have been surrounded by all kinds of noise every day, and cicadas seem to be getting farther and farther away from us.

I went home a few days ago and walked on a country road, like an order, and cicadas were singing in all directions, one after another. Cicada tries to play the music of life. This familiar voice awakened my guilt, filled me with awe of the creatures on the high branches, and brought me back to that innocent childhood.

In summer in the countryside, there are tireless cicadas everywhere.

I remember every wheat harvest season, groups of children, taking advantage of the moonlight, ran to the west end of the village, brought straw, piled it together and lit a fire. A few people hugged the big willow tree by the roadside and shook it hard. In our laughter, the cicada met a fire and landed by it. We picked them up one by one, cut off the cicada feathers and roasted them on the fire. Remember that shredded pork with cicada back is the best. One by one, the children got rid of their gluttony, talking and laughing and making fun of each other. They went home contentedly and met again the next day.

Catching cicada pupa is more interesting. Especially in the evening after the rain, the children each find a canned bottle and gather at the grove and roadside outside the village. Without a flashlight, by moonlight, I put the cicada pupa that just got out of the ground and climbed to the top of the tree into the bottle. Some children are impatient, find the hole of cicada pupa and dig it out directly with a small stick.

You can catch dozens in one night.

The more I look for it, the more interested I am. I had to wait until someone shouted at the top of my lungs before I rushed home. When I got home, I quickly poured out the cicada pupae and put them in the salt water one by one, so that the poor little creatures struggled in the salt water before falling asleep sweetly.

By the next morning, the cicada had stopped moving. Rinse with clear water several times, put oil in the pot and heat it. With the sound of "Gaga", the cicada pupa turned golden yellow. It tastes fragrant and crisp in your mouth. In that era when we couldn't eat a meal of meat all the year round, roasted cicadas and fried cicada pupae became our godsend delicacies.

Cicada not only solved the thirst, but also the leather pants left on the branches after the cicada changed brought us many surprises. Every Sunday, the children look for cicadas together. It is said that cicada slough is a very precious medicinal material. I don't remember how much I can sell in a summer. I only remember that after I accumulated half a bag, my mother sold it and changed some pencils, which was enough for us to use for a while. Maybe God especially cared for the children of that era. There are many cicadas. All summer, the children were immersed in the joy brought by cicadas.

I didn't really understand cicada's life until I went to middle school and learned Fabres's Cicada. From the day when cicadas laid eggs, only a few cicada eggs survived through hardships. The surviving cicada eggs began to live in the soil and dig tunnels. After four years of darkness, I had a chance to get out of the ground. After metamorphosis, I climbed the branch and spent a month in the light. At that time, I understood why cicadas would try their best to sing at the top of their lungs. Four years of hard work underground brought a month of indulgence. From then on, every time I hear cicada singing, I will have a sense of self-blame and awe of cicada singing.

One day after our youngest son went to primary school, we took him to a restaurant for dinner. I asked for a "golden cicada" and a few golden cicadas lying on a snow-white fan. Maybe we often tell him stories about cicadas. When this dish was served, my son pouted and looked angry and helpless. Push this dish away from yourself and don't eat it without chopsticks. When we find out the reason, we will never taste it again. "A little life has been underground for several years, and it is sold as a dish before dawn. I don't eat, whoever loves to eat! " I held my son in my arms and assured him that my mother would never eat this dish again in my life. Looking at the innocent and kind son, I have mixed feelings. I feel deeply guilty and feel a sense of guilt and awe for my ignorance, cruelty and stubbornness at that time.

Throughout the ages, many literati have claimed to be noble cicadas. "Hang Yi drink clear dew, flow ring out sparse tung. It's not the autumn wind that makes you afraid to speak loudly. " Yu Shinan's "Cicada" made me understand that Cicada was once the incarnation of a noble person, drinking clear dew and singing high willows. The obscure struggle brought the dawn of January. When does it not ring at this time? So, you don't need any external force, you just need to indulge in singing, singing about light, singing about hope and singing about life. This kind of loud singing is purely based on your own silently accumulated strength, which spreads the singing to further places. Luo, a poet in the Tang Dynasty, said, "The cicada sings in the west, and the guest thinks deeply in the south." "Who knows if he is still singing? Who will listen to me? "A famous sentence through the ages is a" chilling lament "by Liu Zongyuan, a poet in the Song Dynasty. The pavilion was late and the shower began to rest. All accounts have no emotions. "All his masterpieces rely on cicadas to express their feelings.

Cicada singing is a unique scenery in summer, and cicada singing is the soul of summer. Listen attentively to the cicada's song. Their songs are loud and exciting, cheerful and high, which contains the philosophy of life: life is endless, and songs are endless. They declared to the world with their lives: only when life can stand the test of wind and rain, endure the long-term darkness and loneliness, and withstand the beating of stormy waves, can we move forward in the bright sunshine, live up to our mission, continue to struggle and sing the value and glory of life.