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Cicadas sing early this year. Before the azaleas dispersed, I heard the intermittent cicada singing. In recent months, cicadas outside the window have become more learned and annoying.

One day, a sick cicada was found under a tree. Its transparent wings converged, and its body trembled slightly, making no sound. It's just a little thing that lives in a tree all the time. Such a small voice is so loud that it resounds all summer! I once asked: Why bother? It was just a summer! The friend said, Do you know? It waited 17 years, just to wait for a summer. Only this summer does it come out of the soil and grow out of the larvae. When the autumn wind blows, its life is over.

17 years, I was buried in the soil and spent a summer. Why? The friend said: that is the original life course. For the continuation of life, it must live well. No matter 90 years, you should live for 90 days.

This is the meaning of cicada's life!

In the sunset, think of the color of autumn wind, and forgive the annoying bell!

Hope to adopt

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