Essay on listening to the frog's voice

There are many wonderful things in the world, which can't be counted anyway. When it comes to this, people pay too much attention to its light and shadow, but often ignore the sound. Even if it is mentioned occasionally, the first thing that comes to mind is graceful songs and dances and stringed instruments. Therefore, the ancients said that "the sound is only five, and the change of five tones cannot win the poverty." It shows people's yearning for singing and music. I also like songs, operas and orchestral music. After reading it once, the rest will haunt me for a long time. I prefer to go to the wild alone, walk along a ridge and a stream bank, and listen to the wind in the vast fields, the birds singing in the quiet mountains and all the sounds produced in nature. Self-contained nature, the fun during the period is by no means something you can experience.

This morning, the weather was fine. Turn Renmin Road, go north along Yang Fan Road and walk slowly. The two sides of the road are not as desolate as they were a few years ago. The new small building replaced the old small tile house with earth walls. Not far away, the new community is still under construction. The majestic tower crane holds its head high, and the hopper hanging on its long arm moves slowly in the air. Outside the work area, peach blossoms are in full bloom, and rosy clouds are generally spread on the ground. If you walk in, you will look like a fairy, not a fairy. I have less than an hour, and I have no time to dawdle too much, so I can only enjoy it.

I paid attention to the direction. This road should lead to Daying Town, but I can't find the original appearance at all. The old village called Hezhuang in front has also changed beyond recognition. Suddenly I heard two frogs, and I was surprised. After living in the city for many years, at first, after the summer rain, frogs could still be heard. Gradually, I can't hear it. Last year, Mr. Xiaohe, a country poet, visited, and I specifically asked. He said, "Where is it? Pesticides are scattered everywhere and are dead. " I hesitated for a long time, but I was unwilling. There is water in inkstone lake in the east. Can there be no frogs there? I stepped on a broken car and drove away with a crunch. The clear lake is covered with lotus leaves, and several small fish swim around the lotus leaves, sometimes turning out a ripple and sometimes blowing out a string of blisters. There is no frog's shadow on the lotus leaf. I squatted by the water. Several reeds were swaying in the water with the wind. This is where frogs like to hide. I held my breath, listened quietly, searched carefully, and everything was quiet. Even crickets don't bother to flap their wings. I don't know how long it took. I stood up slowly, patted the grass clippings on my body slowly and left slowly. But I believe that frogs are a good thing and natural enemies of crop pests. I have been guarding fields and crops all my life. God will not let these beautiful things go extinct. As long as I have time, I will find them. I am good friends with them. When I was a child, there was a pond in front of the door. It's spring and frogs are everywhere. Especially at night, frogs can sing and send people to enchanted gardens. Up to now, I often hear frogs in my dreams. I have made up my mind to go to further mountain villages and villages to find them. I never thought I could realize my wish here today.

I followed the sound and approached a river. This small river should be the source of Daiyu River flowing through Baofeng County. Once the earth bridge on the river has become a concrete bridge, and the bridge fence is engraved with patterns. The river was blocked by an earth dam and turned into a small lake. At dawn, the lake submerged a red sun. Water and sky reflect each other, and thousands of golden lights are intertwined from water and sky, and shine together. Water, mountains, urban areas, cottages and even people are all shrouded in this golden light. How can it not be refreshing?

I don't have time to watch these. At the moment, I only think of the little creature that has disappointed me several times.

I followed the frog to the bridge. Frogs are getting louder and louder, and more and more frogs are singing together. I am so careful that I dare not put my feet on the ground. As soon as I got on the bridge, all the frogs came to an abrupt end at almost the same second. They can't understand who I am, whether I am an enemy or a friend. Looking around the water, everything is surprisingly quiet. A water bottle swims in the light of water, pushing away ripples. I stood upright on the bridge and deliberately accepted the scrutiny of the frogs. For a moment, a frog in the distance "giggled" twice, and then fell silent. After a while, I called twice again, and I understood that it was still the frog. As soon as its cry fell, all the frogs cried at the same time. There are tenors, alto, bass and even coloratura. I suddenly realized that the concert might be well organized, and those two phone calls were obviously the lead singer or conductor of the audience. I suddenly feel that the frog's wisdom is even great. My chest is full of blood. I want to run to them and hug them, but I know that at ordinary times, people always think that frogs are naturally afraid of people, but now, in front of them, I am afraid. I dare not go near the water for fear of impacting their elegance. Just on the bridge, leaning against the railing, quietly listening to them sing.

The mist in the morning carries the smoke from the countryside, and the gauze floats in general, bending into a big letter "Z". Frogs are buzzing. It was a mess at first. Such as the torrential rain falling on the ceiling in the dog days, the hoofbeat of Ma Benteng on the Bashang grassland, the thousands of feet Waterfall at the bottom of the mountain ravine, and countless drums ringing at the same time. At this time, it is often necessary to calm down, forget all the gains and losses of honor and disgrace in the dust of the world, and focus the frequency of ears on the current frog ensemble. You will suddenly feel your mind suddenly enlightened, and there will be continuous mountains, surging sea, blooming flowers, rivers in Qian Fan and grasslands in Ma Benteng. Listen carefully again, similar to relatives reunited after a long separation, and ask questions with your arms. Even every word is very kind and warm. I believe I can understand their language and even have the impulse to imitate their songs. Unfortunately, I don't have enough talent. I stretched my neck several times, but I never called it out. I turned around and listened quietly.

Spring is a paradise for frogs, and it is also the season when they love each other. Frog's love is far more frank than human's, without human's posturing. When one party feels something, it can shout it out. The other party has no intention, but once they are interested, they also respond loudly, and then love songs are sung in pairs. Although the red road, if you listen carefully, you can still hear the love in it. A burst of emotional blending, two of a kind, can tie the knot, so the children are full of ponds. There is neither the weight of the bride price nor the fatigue of the garage. You don't need to consider whether you are compatible, let alone whether you are guilty. You don't even need to see an auspicious day. A happy marriage is made in heaven. This time is the most beautiful time in the world, and the slightest movement will disturb them. The only thing I can do is to listen quietly. Coughing or sneezing is an unforgivable sin. In summer, frogs don't sing like this. The little frog has been born, and the little tadpole has lost its tail and grown into its parents' appearance. The crying of family members has lost the sweetness of first love and increased the satisfaction of life. On a summer night, frogs were busy all day. It was time for them to have a rest. Their cries are leisurely. At this time, listening to the frog's cry, a big tree will appear in front of you, surrounded by men, women and children under the shade. The frog gave a hearty laugh. Another bamboo flute intoxicated the whole mountain village. Suddenly one day, the frost hit the autumn grass, and the lotus leaves in the pond dried up and drooped. Frogs are silent. Time enters winter. If you want to hear this wonderful cappella, you can only wait until next year's surprise. Frogs at this time are like friends who travel far away. Although there is no news, they always haunt me in my dreams.

In the long winter, I can't hear frogs. However, frogs are trustworthy and will definitely come when the time comes. They never talk about their merits, never say it out loud, and never need someone to teach them. This is better than our people. I wonder how much it costs. The more you preach "keeping promises", it is actually the time when the whole society has the least credit. There is no loyalty between monarch and minister, no respect between father and son, no love between husband and wife, no friendship between brothers and no trust between friends. When love is emphasized, it is also the time when the whole society loves the least. Injury without saving, death without saving, old without respect, young without caressing. This is nothing like a frog. Although they are cold-blooded, we self-righteous warm-blooded animals can't reach them. The most unbearable thing is the description of frog songs in Strange Tales from a Lonely Studio. It is said that a man took a wooden box in the capital. There are twelve squares in the box, and a frog is put in each square. Hit a frog on the head with a thin stick and the frog will croak. If you give him money, he will keep knocking, just like knocking on a small cloud gong, and he can knock out a tune. People are so greedy and mean that they don't even let go of bugs and frogs. I'm even more affectionate. I even think that what Beijing people knocked on was not the frog's head, but mine. I don't know why, love is born out of thin air among frogs. I remember once visiting a chemical company, and a plate of naked things like people was brought out for lunch. I was shocked, this is clearly the "dwarf" in western mythology! The host smiled and explained, don't be afraid, is this dish a roasted frog or a frog! Toad! I flew into a rage. Give the master a scolding. Teach him this is about ecological safety, and never eat it! In fact, it is not my responsibility to protect frogs, but the Ministry of Agriculture. Later, this matter became the talk of the public. A more derogatory attitude is to make a mountain out of a molehill and grandstanding. However, I am calm. Animals are friends of human beings. Since we are friends, do we kill each other like this?

Frogs are good for crops. This is from primary and secondary school textbooks. They observe the loyalty of their friends all the time, but they never preach loyalty. They are our friends. Are we their friends?

The most rare thing in life is a bosom friend. As a thing, is it as spiritual as a frog? Since ancient times, orchids have taken Qu Yuan as their confidants, chrysanthemums have taken Tao Qian as their confidants, bamboos have taken him as their confidants, and lotus flowers have taken Dunyi as their confidants ... They have all lived up to expectations and become a much-told story. Up to now, there are people-oriented dogs, people-oriented pigs, people-oriented chickens, people-oriented snakes and scorpions. I know I am an ordinary person. The ancient sages naturally left me far behind. Of course, I dare not have the delusion that Zhu belongs to a bosom friend: pigs, dogs and insects often embarrass me. Gul often sighs, knowing that it is hard to meet, but he is very congenial to frogs. I like to listen to the frog's laughter, frog's talk and frog's whisper. I think, frog, such a relic of charity and spirit, will you treat me as your confidant?