Wednesday, June 8, 2011

Window voice

Moved to live now for a few years, the place is farmland and original here, the only because urban sprawl, just have the flickering continual small buildings stand up, so the country very little degenerates, city features are more and more trenchant.
At home every one is behind a school, there is also a more west, and shortly afterward, that slice of space in front of our house, and will appear a school, and the school can give one of my imagination in the future is actually, one morning, I would be a DouShuSheng aroused by the clear, but later heard there were to build a high school, and then I thought, that DouShuSheng is won't make noise of lang lang to my lie-in, because in my memory, only to have that pupils shouted loudly recitation.coach alexandra op art carryall brown
And in the past, in the early morning can hear birds singing is more. I think, in the morning wake up to the minute can hear a delightful twitter, should be a very pleasing affair. And this time, nor has every day, and can hear when, also is in spring, while recent didn't seem to hear, in this suburban neighborhood, although meet most are some sparrows. But, once changed season or changed the weather, they will disappear without trace.
Alone one room, every night, difficult to sleep when, in addition to pick up pillow books, turn on a few pages until sleepy, occasionally hear the voice of the window came nights, if let me one at a record them, they say, it is the Spring Festival when suspension of fireworks and firecrackers and blew up more distant railway on a train whistle sound TuTu cannon-fire, motorcycles, and the occasional stranger passed voices, these are from the human voice, for me, I still don't know what words to record them. And besides these, there will be like the rain, thunder WaSheng, insect, wars, such as derived from natural sound all the sound. Especially WaSheng, is almost when it rains to hear them, one to another, and those frogs and weather kept silent, and most direct reasons is that more and more people coming here, change the environment, they survive space becomes smaller, or have to transfer.
By nearly cho night, is the window came from worm sound, and there is a worm sound of solitude, although that potential worm will make the night beeps up, but appear more halcyon I still felt their cry is lively, the worm, which is about so much still behind roadside or some homes here and the grass, there are extinct volcanoes, there is the grass called paradise, insect, can be called the worm singer, I know that You crickets and cover, and I'm on the cricket sounds stronger contended, only on You cover calls as deep, but enough other name is des sauterelles or something, also have to ask a slob, while the other will call ZhongSi, FangZhiNian bugs like what, grasshoppers,. Perhaps quack is mixed in the nocturnal, but can't arguing.
Another cicadas shout, to me the impression than those bug sound more profound, is deep, presumably because of who have seen the text introduced cicada, know a cicada from mud out to ChanTui shells, then to sing the process of wong how not easy, then, whatever the weather is hot, dry or again in great khan's night, again hear the cicada sound, never think that is a kind of noise, and fine sounds, those cicada songs also with feeling  color, summer heat, they say, wong song high to stage, the cicada songs also appears dismal low-spirited, do not sing out come, cried hoarse, with the cry of the time will be.coach alexandra op art carryall grey
But recent summers, here is, really is continuous rain but hasn't heard a loud cicada songs, these from worms and birds, I live in the voice of the suburban can will be less and less, I know they paradise is still in the country and field, so, in hear them singing, I know, it doesn't disappear.
But more and more people come to here, here's the environment is not fit for they live it. Then, suddenly remind of their life request, is really a bit is not high also, as long as there is a green, can loudly sing songs

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