In the life of the past
The poet of tang chao wrote in the morning sing, “before a sad knot, then listen to the country. Let's hear something new. Who listens to that
The village is a small mountain village, with a small river. There are lots of gardens in the village and lots of trees in the garden. Around the village are east, south, west, almond trees and pear trees that cover the sky. The willow willows on the river, the willows on the ground. There are trees and lots of summer sprouts. From yellow to mid-autumn, the noises keep going. The noises in the homeland are still unforgettable。
The yellow time. In the evening, the sun shines all over the earth, with a slight "creaking-creaking" coming out of the air, with a single, thin, penetrating voice, and wang wei said, "sweetly." it's called "sitting." it is one of the smallest in sizes of several kinds common in the home country. It is ground gray and its body is not much larger than a large fly。
The whistle was lying on the trunk of the village, screaming. Screaming in the village surprised the elderly and made the children happy. The old people lamented and screamed again, and the day went on so fast! The children were excited to look for the screams。
The whistling is increasing, and the whistling in the morning, at noon, and at evening, they are fighting each other, and they do not all play together. That is the end of it. That is the resounding, and it is falling on and on and on。
Suddenly, one day, the whistling disappeared, “deep in the spring and autumn”, and the whistling life was short, and it lasted only a few days after the earth was excavated. In the summer, the whistling disappeared. However, after autumn, the weather turned cold and the twilight appeared again。
After the summer, the chirping began. The poem says, "may thumping." and in the diary, it says, "summer to the end, antlers decomposition, chirping, half-summer, al-qaeda." and the ancients did not deceive me, and it was only a few days after the summer that the sound of a whirlwind was on the tree。
In the trees, screaming, as if to people, i came. It's true that in the summer, zing is the leading actor in the insect world and zing is the leading actor. It started with a buzz, and a few days later it was a dozen, dozens. After a heavy rain, the trees in the village were squealing。
The old willows, the trees, the tops of the mekong mountain, the sound of the squealing, and the huts of the huts, can't stop the squealing。
A chorus, followed by a crowd, formed a big chorus. The waves just stopped and the waves started again. The hotter it gets, the louder it gets, the more it doesn't stop at night. Singing life with his own voice, the hymn of summer. The whirlwind of the twilight goes from summer to midfall。
It's hard to understand how loud the body is
When the sound of the hyena reached its peak, the question of how to respond appeared. Question is, the body is shorter, the size is more like, the fat one. Questioning about the yellow and black on the back of the body, with the green raisins, the sound of the voice is the answer — the answer — the answer — short and quick, as the village people call it。
Questioning's coming up after the ambush, and it's starting to scream at dawn as if it's pushing people to get up and work. There is a cloud in the homeland: “it's time to ask the question, the lazy wife has lost consciousness”. As soon as the answer was heard, some women who had not finished the line and cut the soles of their shoes panicked. When the autumn is about to fall, the air is dry, it's not good enough to squirt the soles of their shoes, and they have to work while the air is wet。
It's early morning, and it's starting to scream. When the call was finished in one tree, it flew immediately to another. It's over and fly to another tree. According to the village, after a hundred trees had been flown, they died. When i was a kid, i wondered, "why don't we fly slowly, but rather rush from one tree to another, so it's faster?"
It was later understood that the life of the man in question was short, and that they flew in haste to find a partner and to perform mating。
It's very geographical. There's a river, there's a river. Our villages do, our surrounding villages do not. When i was a kid, my cousins in the village were envious of asking questions in our village, often pulling me to catch them。
As soon as the fall came, the answer was gone, and the other one — the cold — appeared。
It's kind of cold, dark, smaller, thinner。
Wandering on the treetops, like screaming in the evening, and the sun is west, and the sun is full of sun, and it's on the top of the tree, and it's like a saxophone, and it's far from being heard, and it's like a home-grandma。
The sound of the cry of the cold is very moving, and the ancients call it the "founding of the springs, the clearing of the voice, the autumn zoe" and the word of autumn zoe is "foot."。
"the cold is plume, and the cry of the cold is a cold, and the time has come to fall。
Summer night, the house was hot and my dinner was in the well. The snack table was in the middle of the well, and the horseshoe lamp was hanging on a fragrance tree by the wall。
Eating, sometimes screaming “creaking” to the hooflights, banging on the light, falling on the floor, shaking the wings on the floor, and “popping up”。
Often, the tortoise climbs to the table, and the father picks up the tortoise. I sometimes put tortoises in bed nets. The next morning, the turtle became hard. They were lying on bednets, people were close, scared, and they flew around in bed nets. Lift up the mosquito net and then fly away。
In children's lives, the role of the actor is important。
Every evening, the children learned about the turtles in the yard of the village and in the orchards of the village. The children looked down, looked closely, found a small, irregular hole on the ground and a thin piece of soil on the edge of the hole, which was known as the turtle hole. The children were crouched down, their fingers were slit in the hole, their holes were swollen and their legs and eyes were exposed. With a soft grip on the forelegs of the turtles, they were raised with dirt. Sometimes when you know that the turtle is going to fall, you can't reach it, you find a branch and you stick it in a hole. It's not long, the branches shake and the turtle climbs up。
A heavy rain, knowing that the turtle was washed out. When the rain stops, the children wear reeds to find the turtle. Some of them run out of the water, crawling in the water; others are still in the hole. A big rain can pick up dozens of known turtles。
At night, a lot of kids go to the turtle. At that time, few people had flashlights, and knew that the turtle was touching on a tree, following the trunk, from the top to the root. It's a very common touch of tinker bell, golden turtle, etc。
The adults put the children's tortoises in the bowl, soak them with salt. Too much, and i'm fired. Sometimes the kids can't wait and put them under the pot and they're cooked。
At that time, there were not many arrests. If an adult catches a fish, poachs a mud, the village will say he is not doing his job。
One of the village's male surnames is that of a man, who catches birds and is an alternative to the village。
The top of the long pole is tied to a large piece of wild egg with a pony tail, and a line is tied to a part of the living knot, and the rope follows the end of the long pole and is held by the holding of the pole. It was found that the twig on the tree, raised the long pole, placed the ponytail on the twig, and placed the twig on the twirl. However, the male has no force for the camelback, and the poles are constantly shaking, making it difficult to put the ponytails on the lids for long periods of time。
Kids sticky. One of the long poles was inserted into a thin pomegranate bar, the top of the pomegranate was tied to the top, the pole was raised, the face was glued to the wings, the whirlwind was full of hissing, the wings were blown, and the effort was not able to fly。
At that time, wheat was scarce, white noodles were expensive, and the adults in the family did not allow their children to use flour to make flour. The children scratched a few grains, chewed them in their mouths, chewed them, chewed them up and wrapped them in lentils. We'll run out of noodles soon and the kids won't be able to stick。
2nd brother took a new path and made an arrow. The arrows were also tied to long poles, with steel bars, rewinding hooks and springs attached at one end. The arrow pointed to the back of the back, strung the spring out, and hit it. It took a lot of effort, but i didn't catch much。
Later, the village lived with the liberation army. My new house made camp. There are a few big trees in the yard of my new house, and the trees are a lot of them. A couple of soldiers on the tarp at night. The asphalt paper was smoked, the bears burned and the yard lit. A swaying tree of soldiers. They were frightened and screaming towards the tree. Soon, they caught hundreds。
From now on, some of our children will follow, light fire under the trees and shake the trees around them. But we didn't light the fire, we didn't shake the tree, and we didn't fly to the fire。
The husk is hard and some of the tails are bitter, and the village used to eat very little。
Knows the turtles and has a high nutritional value. For almost a decade, more and more turtles eat. In the hotel, the turtles, the gills are known as gold. The knowledge of the turtles and the stinging water rises. There are more and more turtles and more. Catching turtles is no longer a game for children, but a way for some to make money。
Orcharded, taped with transparent tape on each trunk, so that the scavengers could not climb into the tree and become a thing of their own. There's a yard, a turtle. After the autumn, a branch with eggs was found and placed in the yard, allowing the turtle to grow in the courtyard。
And more people know about turtles and sticky。
After the summer, every night, i live in the woods around the mines, with lights flashing, people moving around, people looking for turtles with mine lights and flashlights. The man who knows the tortoise comes over to me, a tree is searched five or six times, and it's very difficult for the tortoise to be a fish。
There are fewer known turtles around the mine, and some begin to go far away. Every evening, a group of dozens of people, riding motorcycles, came out to know the turtle。
One time, one of my neighbor's ponys went out in a colleague's car to find out about the turtle. They arrived at their destination, entered the woods, separated and moved further away. The pony's lost. No coworkers. There was no building nearby, and no one on the phone knew where they were. Ma called her and told her that she was in a hurry to sit down, but that there was nothing she could do. Finally, it took a lot of time for the ponies to find their driving colleagues. It's funny that the pony spent the whole night touching a turtle。
There are two other workers, both of whom are from their hometown. They're very close. One night, the two men took a motorcycle and went away to find the turtle. On the way back, face a big car. The lights were pierced and the motorcycle was hit by a large tree on the side of the road, and the person who was sitting in the back was instantly killed, and the two families broke up and became enemies。
Some people like to see turtles at night, others like sticky daytime. The husband and wife were in the house, and half of the bowl was full of white noodles, rinsed over and out of the bag, covered in plastic bags. Take fishing poles, bring water and dry food, ride motorcycles and sticky outside。
For dozens of miles, to the wild trees, the fishing poles, the top of the poles bound by large bands, went under the trees, saw the twigs, raised the poles and stuck them to the wings。
It's stuck, squeezing, struggling。
It's a lot of noodles, it's easy to stick, it's half a day, it's a few hundred. Put it in the bag and keep screaming all the time。
When you get home, take your wings, burn the water and put it in the fridge。
Now in the country, more and more people have caught turtles. After summer, every day in the market, people in rural areas sell turtles, and every person sells turtles, dozens less and hundreds more. These were taken by turtles or by themselves, or in the village. The known turtles in the market, however much they are sold。
People use pesticides, catch turtles, catch turtles, get less and less. Now, the wheattime, the sound of the twig is rarely heard。
When i was a child, the village had a lot of answers, and every morning i was awakened in the yard. Now that we're back home, we can hear one or two calls for answers, which are very lonely. And it's been a few years since we heard it。
The city is much more horrified, and occasionally one or two is on high trees。
This year, the noise is less, it's already coming in, but it's almost impossible to hear it, and i feel it。
And what will be the summer without sound? It may not have much impact on human life, but at least the children will have less fun and less fun in the summer。
