I like listening to crickets best, because autumn is the harvest season, and all songs are for courtship. Autumn has come, and there is a busy and wonderful chorus in the air, which is incomparable to the music created by human beings. The cry of autumn insects is male, the cry of crickets is "DuDu", the cry of slugs is "Haw", and the cry of "oily" is not commensurate with its shiny and huge body, and some are as thin and long as women. "Autumn" is the embodiment of "autumn worm". When the farmer's uncle began to be busy harvesting crops in the field for a year, this cricket-like insect also began their carnival. It is also the time for the ancients to sing poems and eulogize songs. After the rain, the mountains are clear, and the water is clear and the moon is near! It is quiet and peaceful, and the frosty night is sad. It is irreplaceable for the music created by us human beings. Cricket's cry is "toot", cricket's cry is "sonorous", and the cry of "oily oil" (probably one of the crickets) is not commensurate with its shiny and huge body. Some women's chirps are thin and long, while the underground "Lalagu" is drilled out. Once I was on the grass in the summer resort, I heard a subtle and careful call of "Chen Wenjing Cha". After searching for a long time, I saw it under a piece of grass, which was almost the same color as grass. More specifically, it is pronounced by the friction between a pair of thin wings and two legs. Also, in the grass and in the forest, we will hear many different calls of unknown insects. The huge symphony of insects really reminds us that autumn is coming again. All insects are male, all insects sing in autumn, and all insects sing when courting. It is puzzling why women are so deep. In that seemingly calm world, is the heart really quiet? Still not. The female is listening. She judges the person she likes with her own ears, and then she will follow the route of that voice to that secret and tortuous place. As long as she goes there, she will never part until she dies after the final ceremony. The boy in our hutong fell in love with the girl in the front yard about one autumn. The germination and melancholy of adolescence, like peppers mixed in the autumn wind, filled his heart. He dared not walk into her, but looked at the tall boy surrounded by her equally steaming youth. He is a muscular and energetic man, and at the same time he can pick up two buckets of water and fly on the sunshine avenue in our hutong. That colorful autumn, he may think of those screaming insects. He bought a bamboo flute. At first, he played some simple notes, and gradually became a complete tune, some lonely and melancholy, some lonely and sad. He plays the flute every day, and he believes she will understand, as long as you keep playing. It was not until the following autumn that the girl finally followed the flute and came to his side. Later, she became his wife. And their wedding season is an autumn when yellow leaves fly and dance. In Chengde, we are full of cheerful insects. "Qiu Guang is crisp in autumn, the autumn wind is blowing, and autumn insects are singing. The song peak is full of rosy clouds and the water is fine and scaly. " In autumn, Bai Juyi and Zhang Binshu sang wildly with their works Youlong Gate. Feeling the feelings of the poet Zhimo in those days, I can recall the story of autumn insects singing told by Wu Xiubo at the scene-the third cross-border song of "Uncle Bo": Autumn, because in winter, an ant desperately carries food home, but crickets don't carry food, just sing to passers-by