It's the world of cicadas once a year. I only heard cicadas in the city, but I couldn't find the little monkey who saw the world for the first time.

When I was a child, there were endless apple trees in my hometown, which were more than ten years old. The branches were thick and full of harvest, and the branches were bent under the pressure of sedimentation mats. There are few big monkeys in the apple field that everyone knows, because they have strong crawling ability, and there is almost no sign of them in the tree, either they have not climbed the tree or they have already reached some distant leaves, which have long been out of our sight. Small cicadas are abundant in apple fields, which are five times smaller than cicadas in general. Looking at the size, I just can't show the rustic temperament, but cicadas when I was young were not as full of RMB as they are today. At that time, we only ate for our own bite. Nowadays, people are smart, put on tape, sit and collect a lot of money, and think about how much bitterness we paid for this food. These memories of heavy taste are filled with the cicada season.

1. The apple orchard that belongs to us

The cicada monkey is Nocturnal Animals, and it doesn't appear until dark, so we should follow them in time. Mom cooks early, takes her tools and sets off after dinner. It's a tool, too elegant, but it's actually a flashlight and a plastic bag that doesn't leak. Sometimes my father will take us, but more often, we will ask our friends to go with us.

cicadas also have a name called climbing monkeys. Does the origin of this name mean that they will not be deformed until they climb high? I don't know how to determine the direction of crawling in the dark. No matter where its cave is, it can accurately find the direction of the tree and then climb up along it. It is rare to see a stupid cicada deformed on the ground. I don't know if its home is too far away to reach the heights, or if it is born with a little disability and can't determine its direction. There are also some indifferent people who don't rush to the tree with the crazy army, but simply find a grass and start their own transformation path, but this is also a minority.

now is the real process of getting down to business and catching a glimpse. The apple trees in Nandi are small and easy to get in and out, but there are few corresponding cicadas. After several visits, we won't go there because we can't eat enough, or maybe our teeth are a little too big and the small number can't meet our needs. Our destination turned to the north, which is an old orchard. But for us, besides catching more cicadas, it's really not attractive at all. Listen to me in detail.

The first task for us to start our action is to bow down to this land and fruit forest where food is raised and eaten. Because the branches are very low, we rarely meet fruit trees that can stand and lean into the depths. Generally, we are required to climb in on our knees, and sometimes we need to crawl on the ground. Now that I think about it, we are really stubborn at that time. If we can't get in, we won't go in. What a big orchard. But at that time, I really didn't let go of a tree. I always felt that in the depths of such dense leaves, a group of cicadas were waving to us. In order not to wear out pants, a pair of pants for more than ten days is too extravagant. It's also inconvenient and uncomfortable to say a little sweat or wet pants with dew, so we usually wear loose shorts when we catch cicadas. Wearing shorts also has many disadvantages, that is, bare skin is indispensable to mosquito bites and grass branches are indispensable. So during that time, the leg was still my own leg, but it added a lot of colors and became lively.

my friends and I usually walk in a tree alone, and we won't be too far apart, otherwise we will get separated easily. Besides, we will easily lose our sense of direction by spending a long time at the bottom of the tree. I remember one time, I don't know why my friends didn't go, my sisters didn't go, and I didn't know where I got so addicted. I went to the fields alone and wandered in the dark Woods unscrupulously. It is unscrupulous because I usually have friends on both sides of my tree, so I can't get involved. But today is different. It's all mine. So I took a flashlight and shone it on the tree. If there were more, I went in. If there were fewer, I wouldn't go. Later, this method was not very useful, because at first glance, it was a lot. However, in the middle and late period of cicada season, the skin left by the deformation of the tree is far more than that of the cicada with wet meat. Usually, I ran over with surprise in my eyes. When I touched it, it was all a shell that cracked and shattered when I pinched it. Suddenly, the strength that I had just gathered was completely dispersed, but I immediately launched the next goal.

I don't know how long I've been in the fruit forest. When I'm cool, I look around unconsciously, and I'm dumbfounded. Surrounded by the same scenery, the dark night sky is silent without a sound. It seems that I can hear the sound of Xiaozhi trying to crawl, and suddenly I know one thing. I am lost and have no direction. What should I do? The heat of running around and crawling gathers on the face to form a blush. At this time, a nervous one is even more hot, and the heartbeat is anxious and restless. I don't have the interest to continue to look at the cicada under the tree. I am anxious to get rid of the ambiguity between every two trees and wander aimlessly. I didn't have time, and I don't know how long it took. I was sweating, my face was flushed, and the instant noodle bag in my hand was restless. Most of the bags squirmed happily, as if laughing at me for what I deserved.

I'm looking forward to meeting someone and asking how to go out. But I don't know what happened today. My family didn't come, my friends didn't come, and no one else came. As agreed, people have a collective holiday today, so I can't hear a person's voice, and I can't see the beam of any flashlight.

It seems that I can only rely on myself. I climbed up the tree and stood on a high place, looking around. The irradiation range of the flashlight was too small, and I could only see a small piece, all of which were apple trees submerged in the black sea. I walked aimlessly in one direction, thinking about what they were all doing at home, whether they were competing to watch TV or get together to play poker or not to come with me. I caught cicadas. I won't give them any tomorrow morning. I'll eat them all by myself. I don't know what time it is. I feel like I've been out for a long time, and they don't come to me. Whose land is this? There won't be graves in it. So I began to recall all kinds of ghost films on TV, and my messy imagination made me more scared and more determined not to share delicious food with them.

I don't know how long it took me to get out. When I stood alone on the road that was no longer full of strangeness and panic, my eyes were a little moist, but I didn't cry. I am so happy, I just want to go home quickly, I just want to see the lights on at home immediately, I just want to hear the noise at home, and I swear I will never come alone again.

but the next morning, the cicada was served on the plate, and we still divided it up by ten each. Four children, that little amount, was really gone before they tasted it.

2. Next to the ancient Yellow River Road, under the pear blossoms of 11,111 mu

Many memories of catching cicadas are left in the apple orchard in that night, but there are always a few people who go outside to catch them every year. The outside here is the old Yellow River Road passing by to the county seat. After dinner, my father got on a tricycle, pulling my mother and four of us, a powerful labor group, and arrived at the destination in half an hour. It's crowded there, full of cars, big and small, and the pear garden in the distance is full of lights, which is very lively. Our home is all clay land, while both sides of the old course of the Yellow River are pure sand land, where the famous 11,111-mu pear garden, the hometown of Dangshan crisp pear, the pear festival and the pear king are planted, with all kinds of tall names.

compared with the environment at home, this place is simply a paradise. The home is hard and bumpy clay, and here is the sand land that is particularly comfortable for barefoot, and there are few grasses, which is very clean. Most importantly, pear trees are not as short as apple trees. Basically, you don't have to climb on your knees. You can bend over and go deep inside.

Our apple field is rich in cicadas, and we haven't met any cicadas for a few days, but under the pear tree in sandy land, there are many cicada monkeys, each of which is very enjoyable. But what is not enough is the quantity, because there are many people going there. Sometimes, when they go far, their eyes are straight and the trees are bare, and there are none. To sum up, someone has been here just now. Sometimes, if you are lucky, you can catch a few in an missed tree.

in a word, despite the large number of people, it is not directly proportional to the harvest. Although there are a considerable number of cicada monkeys here, there are too few of them that belong to us, so in the end, there are not many. Not all the people who come here come to grab food like us, and many people sell it on the spot while grabbing it. At that time, I didn't understand the children who sold cicadas. Are you really willing not to eat them and sell them here? But I still want to thank them for their existence, because in this way, my father will buy dozens of dollars from them to make up the taste that the four of us have been coveting for a long time. At that time, cicadas were not cheap either, only 21 cents each.

Later, the owners of the pear garden realized the huge business opportunities, so they didn't let outsiders catch them at will. They look at their land tightly, wrap plastic tape around the tree, and they can easily catch it without much effort. Think about how smart they are. Since then, the pear garden that people love and hate has never been there again, and the pear garden is quiet. However, the road outside the pear garden is still lively, with only a few cicadas and bills lit one by one.

3. Catch cicadas at night and dig cicadas in the day

Catch cicadas at night, and we are not idle during the day. What are we doing? Go and dig cicadas under the tree.

with a small shovel, we started to dig around the cicada hole under the tree. Shovel off a layer of soil on the epidermis, expecting a new hole to appear outside this hole. Sometimes, there is not even an ant hole in the plane. If a hole is found, everyone will jump with excitement.

I think this kind of thing is very exciting, as difficult as winning a prize, and the probability of disappointment is high. Let me talk about the moment of winning the prize. After removing the soil from the epidermis, if we find something in the hole, we will immediately kill ourselves and take the next step quietly. Look at the depth of the hole first. If it is shallow, it will be easy. Find a small piece of wood to pull it out. But more often, the depth is difficult to argue. Generally, at this time, we will be very cautious, or we will use the stupid method, that is, dig deep from the periphery of the hole. I can't wait to dig three feet for a bite of food.

In the daytime, this method won't yield much, not more than ten, but we are still waving shovels and desperately looking for it. It is better to enjoy the occasional surprise, even if it is empty, it will surprise for a long time, imagining how many friends there are near it.

We cleared up the disappointment that often spread quickly, and we always believed that the next shovel would have a miracle.

4. Delicious food on earth

I've poured out my bitter stomach, so it's time to say something beautiful, that is, eating.

when it comes to eating, I have to say that I know how to do it. Usually cicadas caught at night are washed first, then salted overnight, waiting for the next day's pot.

My family's practice is different from the general best-selling practice outside. Now the market practice is frying, because it preserves his shape more and is very eye-catching. And our practice adheres to the practice of frying (commonly known as kang in my family), that is, a little oil is put into the pot, just like the practice of spreading eggs. Put the cicadas into the pot, lay them flat at the bottom of the pot, and put pressure on them with a spatula to make them flat for better heating.

Xiaozhi is finally going to cook, so it's time to eat. No, eating is not the first thing we should do. We have four big mouths to feed waiting for this delicious dish, so we can't be careless. So the first step is to divide, and then everyone will stare at the delicious dish that is about to arrive, and count it together, 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 11, which is yours, the next person's, 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 11. I can't remember which of them is generous, and the last one doesn't participate in the distribution. Anyway, mine can't be less.

after dividing, it's time to enjoy delicious food. At that time, I didn't want to eat it quickly. I just chewed slowly and enjoyed it carefully. There seems to be no such feeling in my memory that I don't want to eat. I always end up wanting more, and I feel very unsatisfied.

as for the taste, I don't have so many words to praise food. In short, we just think it is delicious on earth, which makes people want to return to that moment in retrospect.

In recent years, I have eaten it a few times, but all of them are big cicada monkeys, all of which are fried series. Its taste is very light, far less than the taste of my favorite cicada, and I can't eat the taste I once coveted.

Later, in college, after three years of heavy rain in my hometown, the rain accumulated and could not be discharged. The fruit forest was soaked in water for a long time, and finally I gradually lost my memory of life. I remember the May Day season, when spring was warm in bloom, but my eyes were bare and bleak. Standing on the road of the fruit forest, looking at the distant land of my family, I can't step away. The land, which is full of rain, hungrily devours the weight of all the surfaces.

when the ground is finally dry enough to walk into, weeds grow wildly in the orchard that has been left unattended for a long time. It is no exaggeration to say that my height will not be found standing in the grass. The grass grows strong, thick and tall. This is the first time I have seen the strength of grass hidden for many years, and it can be so crazy.

in memory, weeding is eliminated when it reaches ankle height, and at most, it is allowed to reach knee height. It has always been recognized that grass is grass, but it has never been imagined as big grass. In the past, it was weeding with a small shovel, and the tool at that time was a sickle, a shovel and an axe. After the grass is finally removed, bare land and bare apple trees are waiting for their owners to give them life again.

Since then, the apple orchard that accompanied the whole childhood and was always proud of it has disappeared, and so has the world of cicadas that existed with it.

even if you go back, you can't relive the years that have passed away forever.