I took a walk in the evening in mid-autumn and caught several grasshoppers in a farmer's bean field.

There was no grasshopper cage, so I had to put these little elves in a pot of lush golden-edged spider plants on top of the refrigerator to give them some temporary relief.

The family was sitting on the sofa, watching TV, waiting for the chirping of the grasshoppers, and listening to the natural sounds they played.

But the grasshoppers seemed to be frightened, or maybe it was because of the change of environment. In the bean field, they screamed loudly, but when I caught them, there was no movement at all.

When I was wondering, suddenly a slightly hoarse voice came from the past: "squeak", "squeak", "squeak", three times in succession, and the syllables were spoken one by one.

I listened carefully and heard that it was Grasshopper. The sound quality was pure and loud, with a sense of richness and frustration, and the rhythm was very slow. The sounds were monotonous and suspended, just like the ancients reciting poems; and like the patriarch of a clan, he had a domineering leadership.

majesty.

The other grasshoppers seemed to have heard the call of the "tribe leader". It was really amazing!

They opened their voices one after another and performed a unique concert.

If you carefully distinguish between these pieces of music, it seems that there are different musical sensations, some are sharp, some are hoarse, some are soft, some are rough, and the music of various parts is intertwined together, just like the harmony in a chorus.

The pleasant melody and pleasant voice are as good as the Chinese voice.

Hearing the singing of the grasshoppers, my heart suddenly felt like I had flown to the countryside after a long absence, and I felt like I was returning to the countryside!

In the evening of summer, if you walk on the field path under the melons and plums, you will hear a crisp, melodious, soft and elegant call, "chirp again, magnolias are weaving in the house." That "chirp" and slightly "rustle" sound

The sound is the graceful singing of the grasshopper in summer and autumn.

Listening to it again now, it feels so familiar and cordial.

Calling its elegant alias - "Spinning Cotton Girl" (that's what people in my hometown call it), is like traveling through time and space, thinking of grandma, mother, the old spinning wheel and the long white cotton

The long cotton thread... It's like hearing the "squeaking" sound made by my mother when she gently cranks the spinning wheel; it's also like listening to a wonderful musical ensemble.

The summer insects are singing and the green grass is lingering. How many lingering years and childhood past events are inhabited in this sweet singing, deeply rooted in the soil, and missed among relatives.

Dreams linger in my hometown, just like the wormwood on both sides of the road. Although no one pays attention to it, it dyes the passing years green and leaves behind the fragrance along the way.

The chirping of summer insects has become a song that reminds me of my hometown most, the mountains and flowing water, and a landscape swaying deep in my heart. It is soft and long.

If there is no grasshopper cage, it is not a problem to keep the grasshopper in the spider plant. My lover was creative and modified an abandoned birdcage.

In order to prevent the grasshoppers from escaping, we used scrap iron wires to cut them into suitable lengths and encrypted the pillars, beams and ceiling of the birdcage. Then we caught the grasshoppers inside and hung them on the eaves of the courtyard upstairs.

Next, put some food such as green vegetable leaves and carrots in the cage, and of course their favorite delicacy, pumpkin flowers.

It seems that the effect is good, these grasshoppers really regard this birdcage as their own home.

These little guys are greedy and lazy by nature. When they see delicious food, they all bar their big teeth and enjoy the delicious food without any scruples.

After eating and drinking, he would stay aside and tease each other with his companions, poking and teasing each other; or else he would use the two long tentacles to constantly rub them on his horse's face (the grasshopper has a long face).

Wipe it off and look pretty alone, as if you are refinishing your makeup for your not-so-pretty face.

At about ten o'clock in the evening, the Grasshoppers, led by the majestic patriarch, kicked off the show on time and the performance began.

The Grasshopper is a born king of singers, which can be compared with the chirping of cicadas in summer. A dozen or so Grasshoppers gathered together and sang in unison.

The sounds come and go, singing here and harmonizing there, the formations are in order, the sound is gentle and the wind is drizzle.

Maybe you want to say that it is so powerful?

Don't tell me, even though they are only a dozen or so elves, once they start singing, the sound is like the waves of pine waves sent from the dense forest; it is also like the tide coming from the Qiantang River, especially in this quiet night,

When I was away from the hustle and bustle of the city and resting my mind, the beautiful singing was particularly clear to my ears. Even the security guard in the duty room next to my house downstairs was surprised and came out to listen and appreciate it, knowing that it was coming from upstairs in my house.

At this time, if you are leaning in front of the window, sipping a cup of mountain orchid tea, don't think about anything, just listen to the sounds of nature, and you will have a unique situation in your heart. What is strange is that these grasshoppers

, stood still during the day, and could not hear their singing at all, as if their work was at night.

Late one night, I guess it was around eleven o'clock, I was rushing to write a manuscript, and suddenly I heard the loud and clear cry of the leading grasshopper. At first glance, it sounded like a trombone in a symphony orchestra, with a pure sound.

Low and full of personality, it sounds like a state of beauty that cannot be ignored, and the rest sing along with the syllables of "Boss".

I am very curious, among these several grasshoppers, which one is so majestic and domineering?

I'm going to get to the bottom of this.

So I walked quietly to the grasshopper cage, but these little ghosts and spirits seemed to hear the movement. The singing suddenly stopped and there was no sound for an instant. The surroundings seemed quiet, so I stopped.

Pause to get closer, hold your breath, and wait for good news.