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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Childhood no longer

The moon bends and the stars shine, illuminating the children’s dreams; Dandelion, a small paper boat, is always floating in the children’s childhood,,,,,, the song “Children are the world” written by Xie Xiaodong was once my favorite song when I was young. Today, I want to search it for my son on a whim, but I only find a vague audio. Although the sound quality is not good, but hearing this, I couldn’t help feeling a lot, tears streaming down my face. Things are nothing but everything. Although my childhood left me, it sparkled in my memory like the river reflected by the sunset; Like the gentle breeze and crumpled spring water, it stirred up a slight wave in my mind. When I was young, I liked to catch chafers for fun. In my memory, there was only one tree with the most chafers in our village. I got up early every day just to catch chafers under that tree first, every time, I used a washing powder pocket to do a lot of things, and showed off my head proudly enough to give the turtle to my dejected friends. Everyone tied its feet with a thread and let it fly in their hands, some children also tied the thread to the stick to make the chafer fly tired and stop. After playing enough, I put the chafer away and caught it the next day. Sometimes I get up late, and when I get up first by other children, I will cry to my brother willfully, and then my brother will try every means to use some peels to induce the chafers to throw themselves into the net. At dusk in summer night, I would also catch fireflies in the grass and crops with my friends with the washed ink bottle (the bottle cap is drilled through a small hole). Sometimes I would use pea pods instead of the bottle, the little fireflies are like night elves, attracting my attention. Most of the time, I will come back with cheers and full load, and occasionally I will come back with my head drooped. I like to put the bottle beside the pillow, and the flickering light of fireflies comes out from the glass bottle, which is really beautiful! Looking at me, I fell into a sweet dream. Fireflies lit up my childhood and marked a poetic stroke in my childhood trajectory. Everyone likes to pick gardenia on the mountain with their parents who cut firewood. I am no exception. Sometimes, in order to make it worthwhile, my partners will not let go even the small flowers and bones. Only the white flower buds are inserted in the bottle will bloom, And those flowers and bones will bloom only when they are inserted in paddy fields. In order not to let other friends find their own Gardenia, we will hide them very secretly. When the flowers bloom, the branches often take root, everyone likes to take gardenia to school and send it to teachers to send it to classmates, experiencing what is a handful of gardenia to others, with lingering fragrance in hands. There are also tragedies, that is, the flowers that I worked so hard to serve were stolen by others, which really hurt my chest! Gardenia is the flower of the countryside. Its characteristic of choosing the environment and taking root wherever it falls is very similar to that of our rural children. Therefore, the fragrance of gardenia often floats in my deep old dream. I like to go to the market most, so that I can go to the market with my parents, so as to pick up cigarette cases in the garbage dump. At that time, our cigarette cases all decided the order of fans at the price of cigarettes, so when he found the expensive cigarette case, he would be very happy. When he saw the bulging cigarette case in other people’s trouser pockets, he would be envious to death, and he would know that he went to the market to turn over the rubbish again. When we were young, we didn’t have money to buy toys, but we would look for happiness by ourselves. We played the game of grasping seeds with apricot kernels and peach kernels, turned flowers with wool, and played glass beads with pursed buttocks, he can bend over and roll iron rings, jump into houses with small wood, pile castles with corn cores, make his own slingshot water gun and bamboo gun with eucalyptus seeds as bullets, and use Mulberry poles as bent bows and mulberry bark to draw top, Use Qinggang rice to insert a bamboo stick for rotation, and use mud to shoot guns. Whoever plays loudly in the competition, who makes a big hole, blows water with thin tiles, and uses millet grass to pad on the slope to play the shuttle board,,,,,,, way to school we wheat whistle sound, school on the road we bamboo flute melodious, we let ordinary life anger released Happy Heart flower. At that time, adults seldom bought us anything to eat, but we didn’t lack food either: sweet and greasy March foam, purple and black mulberry, dark dirty foam, slightly sweet Turtledove foam, sour and sweet thorn foam, the delicious food gradually matures and stimulates our taste buds. The yellow orange-orange prickly pear on the cliff, the fragrant sweet potato in the graveyard and the crisp magnetic melon in the paddy field all attracted our eyes like hungry wolves. We will not let off anything that can be put into our mouths, such as silk grass root, acid grass, locust flower, Canna flower, sorghum stalk, corn stalk, gray bar, etc. In summer, there are also some peddlers who sell ice cakes in the countryside. The sound of ice cakes sounds like the sound of nature to us, ice cakes! Sorbet! Lightweight! Lightweight! This is our pet phrase, because only when the ice cream is almost sold out, the seller will sell it at a lower price. In winter when! When! When! The voice is our gospel, because hearing this, we will know that the seller of sesame sugar is coming. In the second half of the year, people who make foam tubes and popcorn will come, and the family will also make straw rice candy, and the trouser pockets will be filled with melon seeds, biscuits and so on. Singing carrot, honey is sweet, looking at us who are going to celebrate the new year, we really don’t know the feeling of sorrow in childhood! Oh, how can we forget the fire that brought us convenience in childhood? After harvesting crops in the afternoon, adults often burn the ash heap. A large group of children surround the ash heap, burning sweet potatoes, popping beans, frying peanuts and roasting corn cobs, smiling in the crackling explosion, how can I enjoy eating? Even Loach and ricefield eels are thrown into the fire to be cooked. Dipping some sauce is a wonderful taste ,,, although we are a group of delicious children, but they are also a group of sensible children. No matter what delicious food they find, even the greedy children will leave the biggest and the best to adults, because we know well the hard work of adults all the year round. The children of the peasant family had to help the adults to do what they could since they were young: they picked up eggs every day, drove chickens with bamboo shells, didn’t let chickens spoil the food in the dam, and put ducks, geese and cattle, cut pig grass, drag millet grass, Break the bread, cut wheat, cut Rice, pull soybeans to pick mung beans, stock up gourd bean leaves and yellow hemp leaves to dry, cut firewood and carry water to cook, and raise silkworms four times a year, the task of picking mulberry leaves basically falls on the older children, not to mention being diligent or not, which is the responsibility we should share. In addition to doing these, we also need to find ways to make money to help our family, Boys caught lobster, move crab, touch snail, will bamboo hack 2 ft about fishing rod fishing eel Loach, at night take flashlight frog, at that time, I followed my brother for a long time and helped him. Girls would pry Miscellaneous roots, dig herbs, pick up broken wheat ears, and luckily they would pick up a lot of shredded chicken fungus for a lot of money. In order to help parents share, partners do everything they need. At that time, you can earn money even if you study well. The teacher will encourage everyone before the final exam to learn how many branches you have taken and how much you will be rewarded. In order to redeem the prize, everyone will try their best to review. Xiang Shang annual spring sports, is everyone eyes xiangbobo, I remember sixth grade I took three individual first broken 2 records, when the more than 20 bonus was given to my mother seriously, her mother’s eyes were glistening with tears. Life at that time was very bitter, but I didn’t feel bitter when I was suffering. I felt happy even though I was suffering. Nostalgia for the sad love story that my mother sang to me in my childhood; Nostalgia for the time when I sat on my father’s shoulder and went to the village to watch movies in my childhood; when we three brothers and sisters were making trouble secretly while their parents were not at home, although my brothers and sisters often took me as the scapegoat after the incident, who let I am the youngest? If you break into trouble, you will not be punished by your parents; I am in nostalgia and sleep in the dustpan with my friends under the stars, listening to the night when the Masters talk about the mountains, those horrible ghost stories once scared me into nightmares but couldn’t stop. Those complicated and complicated ancient public cases once made me forget about it, nostalgia for the real “Three Kingdoms” that the most boastful old grandfather shook his head and talked about, fake “Fengshen”, “Journey to the West” and “Liaozhai”, which coaxed the dead people’s jingle ,,, childhood, it is worth everyone’s aftertaste! The most unforgettable thing is childhood! I often think, what does childhood mean to me? My childhood may be the unforgettable dark fragrance in my life with light clouds and winds? Childhood may be a boat wandering in my faint dream, right? Childhood may be a full moon resting in my open heart, right? My childhood is no longer coming, I wish that my childhood will always fall into dreams! 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. Whether your mood is like a year, or… Forever military dream Forever military Dream (Ma Xiaochun, Kangle county, Gansu province) memories are like meteors, passing through the unmarked and blurred eyes, and the outline gradually… Spring rain I like spring rain like everything on the Earth. Just after the new year, the sky began to rain. I really like the spring in Jiangnan… Plucked the snowflakes of Dreams (modified) Near the new year, the first snow fell. I was surprised to read a long scroll in the morning, the white one is snow, and the gray one is tree… Self The fashion is transient, and the style is permanent. Things that can shine on others may not be put here. In…