That summer the frogs croaking

The sound of frogs still echoed in my ears tonight. I still used to holding my breath, listening quietly, and even leaned up to the glass window. I can no longer tell whether the sound of frogs in my ears is true or not. I just remember that such sound of frogs often echoed in my ears in the dead of night. Therefore, finally I was too lazy to stir my brains to distinguish the true and false voice of the frog. Yes, I lost sleep again tonight. There was still the heart-wrenching “shout you back” in the plug-in headphones. Listening to the tears, the tears fell down inexplicably. I was too lazy to reach out and wipe it, and I didn’t know why I cried. Because washeng? The sound of frogs always echoed in my ears in the dead of night. At around zero, Thunder couldn’t move. Unless I enter my dream before zero! In fact, the sound of frogs is not a dream! The fragrance of rice flowers says harvest year, listening to the sound of frogs. These two poems suddenly jumped out of my memory. The sound of frogs often reminds me of that summer. I remember that summer was very empty. I rolled up the trouser legs, bare feet, those painful sand and the hopeless paddy field might be summer! I really can’t tell clearly. After leaving my hometown for so many years, I can’t even remember when the rice transplanting was. It was a pure, quiet and ethereal summer night, and the sky was just a little dim. My sister and I walked in front of my mother holding the trouser legs. I forgot what the sunset was like at that time. Maybe the sun had not been seen for a long time and the moon had already hung on the horizon. Hell! I only remember that there were motor vehicles walking back and forth on the cement road that had just been repaired, and there were also people coming back with big buffaloes. The ditch along the road was full of clear water, and the grass in the water could be seen as before. Because it is the water just extracted from the underground well, it is particularly cool. I remembered that there were farmers coming home drinking water near the well nearby. Mom said that the water in the well was cold and transparent, and it was very comfortable to drink. But every time I went there, I couldn’t drink it, because the water outlet was under great pressure and there was a lot of water, so every time I rushed to my face, my clothes were soaked through, in the end, I had to hold it with a pair of small hands. Every time it was sent to my mouth, the water was almost exposed. However, my mother also told me not to play by the water, nor to drink too much. Because the underground well water is very cold, it is easy to get sick after drinking too much. I remembered that when I was walking on the road, I jumped into the paddy field. Then I accidentally found that there were many field snails in the paddy field, so I excitedly asked my sister to come down and pick them up. Many years have passed, and every time I think of it, I can always feel how deep the cold water was when my feet stepped into the paddy field. There were also the sound of frogs one after another, the innocent smiling faces of my sister and I, the joy of looking for frogs with the sound of frogs, the field snails filled with a small iron bucket, and the cry of drinking water buffaloes that I could never forget. I don’t know! After junior high school, I began to live in the school. Generally, it is impossible for the school to have frogs unless there is a pond or ditch beside the dormitory. But in my memory, there is no ditch in the dormitory of junior high school and senior high school, let alone the pond. But since then, the sound of frogs in my dream has never broken. Maybe, maybe it was the summer night of that year, the sound of frogs that night and the cold water that I kept thinking about all the time! The frog sound rings again tonight. I don’t know if it is the frog sound in my childhood. Because I knew there was an invitation moon bridge, a West Moon Lake, and Catkins flying all over the sky not far from the dormitory. Just when I heard the sound of frogs, what I thought of was just the summer night of that year, the water, that man and the Frog sound I thought, the frog sound of that summer night had been engraved in my heart. Whether I am in a noisy city or a remote village. No matter the ditch at home has already been polluted to black, or there is no ditch near the downstairs. The sound of frogs always rings in my ears. Like the lullaby of my grandmother when I was a child: Mountain Lao Yu, black, I stayed at my grandmother’s house for a night, and my grandmother saw haha laughing and I couldn’t forget it any more, I hope I can hear the sound of frogs ringing in my ears every day I live. Even if I am in wuhan, Guangdong, Beijing and Shanghai, no matter the ends of the world. The night is really deep. Happy listening to the music inside has stopped, the roommate’s breathing sounds one after another. In the dark night, I was thinking about the dim mobile phone screen. I don’t want to stay up late, I don’t want. Only Tonight, the frog sound is too loud tonight. Just tonight, tonight I feel sad. In the sound of frogs, the shadow of my childhood, my attachment to nature, my gratitude to the passing of time Like (prose editor: Jiangnan wind) change the way to continue to stay with this city I went out at 6 o’clock in the morning and came back at almost 8 o’clock in the evening. From beginning to end, I only welcomed myself with silence; Since I went to college, on weekends… [Original essay] string words Since winter, the sky is dry and the snow is misty. The whole earth is desolate and empty. 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Wrote me dear

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Thank you for loving me once

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