Chapter 13 Jungle Chorus

In the afternoon, the sun is like golden flowing water, passing slowly among the branches and leaves outside the window, and the wind blows through the leaves, expressing some kind of soft emotion, which I seem to have known before, but I can't appreciate it at this moment.I sat in front of the window and looked at them, and the tranquility and joy of the big trees made me envious.I thought about it and wanted to find a way to walk into the world of sunshine, breeze and big trees.Suddenly, a cicada yelled "Know-know-know-" outside the window, with a short and monotonous rhythm.As if the king had issued an urgent order, the cicadas on the tree were awakened and excited all of a sudden, and after a while, thousands of cicadas chirped in unison: "I know-I know-I know-" It was deafening, I poked my head out, pulled the leaves of the acacia tree and shook them vigorously a few times: "It's too noisy! Be quiet, be quiet!"

"Please pay attention to the words, this is not noisy, we are singing." Thousands of little guys on the acacia tree laughed and shouted more vigorously. "Can this also be called singing?" I said angrily, "Singing is an art!" I wrote a few big characters on a small blackboard and hung it on the window: "Teach the art of singing, and all students who know it will be free of charge." Cicada howled to himself, but none of them paid attention to me.I was looking for a long bamboo pole, dipped it in the ashes of the Dragon Boat Festival, and caught these noisy little guys one by one, and put them in a black box.At this time, the phone rang: "Ring... ring ring ring..." I picked up the phone, and it was a clear little girl's voice: "Teacher, are you free?"

"Yes! I'm so free that I want to teach Chichi how to sing. What's the matter?" "Come and teach us to sing!" On the phone, many children gathered together in front of the microphone: "We are singing and climbing Qingliang Mountain at the same time! We have prepared a very mysterious gift. Come on, come on!  … " Qingliang Mountain is nearby, and there is a big pineapple tree that I like very much at the foot of the mountain. I happily agreed to come down, put on my hiking shoes, and waved to the cicada on the big tree: "Goodbye, I'm going to climb Qingliang Mountain. "

After leaving the back gate of the school and walking on the mango path, the scent of pineapples from the big tree wafted from a distance, and I couldn't help but quicken my pace.At the end of the mango path, I saw a wooden sign with a few large characters crookedly written: "Qingliangshan Orchard".I pushed open the bamboo fence door, and a dozen or so children ran out of the caretaker's hut in the orchard with a "crash", and they called me excitedly: "Hello, teacher!" I wiped my eyes and was surprised, and then I wiped my eyes again, still surprised: I can’t recognize any of these children—the older one is fifteen or sixteen years old, and the younger one is only five or six years old. I have never taught five or six years old. child.But the children surrounded me very enthusiastically and familiarly, and came to the stone table under the pineapple tree.I sat on the stone bench, surrounded by the scent of pineapple from the big tree, I swallowed hard, and kept looking at the tree.The pineapples on the big tree are ripe, like small baskets.

"Teacher, teach us to sing a song!" The youngest girl couldn't wait to tear my clothes.I looked down and saw that the girl was wearing a green grape skirt with a cute fox tail on the back of the skirt. "Well, let's sing a song!" The golden sunlight shone on the girl's grape skirt, illuminating the bunches of green grapes clearly and transparently, like elves who could blink.Reminds me of a song I loved when I was a kid.I picked up the girl and put her on my lap, and she curled up in my arms. I held her little hand, which was smooth and cool, like the claws of a small animal.

""Vineyard", I will sing one sentence, and you will sing one sentence..." That song that I liked very much when I was a child was sung in the orchard of Qingliang Mountain like this: "If autumn returns to the vineyard, Only then will you realize how short summer is. There are colorful dreams hidden in the depths of the sun, Thousands of bright red strings under the green leaves..." We sang it over and over again, and didn't stop until every child had sung proficiently. "The teacher must be thirsty, let's eat some grapes!" said the oldest child.As soon as I finished speaking, the wind blew up on the tree, and a cool gust of wind blew the leaves and bent the grass.After the wind passed, like a magic trick, the older child took out a bunch of ripe purple grapes from behind.

I took one off and put it in my mouth. It was sour and sweet, and it was a chilled grape. "It's great, it's better than the grapes in the song!" I praised. Unexpectedly, upon hearing these words, the oldest boy jumped up for joy and jumped onto the tall pineapple tree.I was taken aback. That tree was at least four or five meters long... The other children broke out all of a sudden, shouting one after another: "Teacher, try my grapes! It's much better than his!" "Taste mine, mine comes in three shapes!" "The grapes I grow have seven colors!"

"Mine come in eight flavors!" ... Every child took out a bunch of grapes from behind like a conjurer—I had never seen such a beautiful grape: the first bunch of grapes was as white and transparent as crystal, and the second bunch had three-pointed, four-pointed, and five-pointed stars. , the third bunch is colorful, and although the fourth bunch is very common, each one has a different taste... The little girl curled up in my arms also took out a bunch of green grapes from her arms, As if plucked from her grape skirt: "My grapes are not yet ripe, but they are quite thirst-quenching."

Each bunch of grapes is like a beautiful work of art. I taste it slowly. Under the shade of the big pineapple tree, this summer gradually becomes cool. After eating the grapes, we started to climb the mountain.It's strange to say that Qingliang Mountain doesn't look very high, but we walked for a long time on the mountain road, passing through the tall pineapple forest, and the litchi forest full of red fruits, and finally came to a big grape In the orchard, the sunlight flows over the grape leaves like clear water. Under the grape leaves, there are small, green fruits, bunch after bunch, like so many little blue dreams, gently swaying in the breeze, sleeping They are so sweet, they reflect the splashing sunlight, and there are strings of blue waves on the river of time.

We were walking on the path in the middle of the vineyard, and the little girl took my right hand and gradually walked into the depths of the grapes.Deep in the grapes, there is a pond that stores water, and in the middle of the pond, there is a small green island.When I came to the pond, the children jumped into the water with ping-pong-pong-pong. I took a closer look and saw that they were not human children. They turned out to be a dozen or so agile little foxes!They swam happily in the water, making beautiful splashes with their tails, and the youngest green raccoon shouted to me: "Teacher, you swim over too, our vineyard is on the island." They swam across the waterway , Jumped onto the island one after another, nimbly got into the dense grape trellis, and disappeared suddenly.

However, I don't know how to swim... I stood by the pond with my back against the grape trellis, the pleasant sunlight fell on my hands and face through the grape leaves, and time seemed to stop suddenly.I found a small piece of grass under the grape arbor, and lay on the grass with my head resting on my hands. At this moment, I didn't think about anything, worry about anything, or fear anything.In the depths of the vineyard, the sunlight gradually flows into grape wine, and the clear wine flows from the sky to the ground, bubbling into the pond, and the pond gradually turns into a flowing wine river.In the middle of the wine river, the small island of the fox floated up in the flowing water, like a green boat. After a while, an angelic voice sang from the depths of the vineyard: "If autumn returns to the vineyard, Only then will you realize how short summer is. There are colorful dreams hidden in the depths of the sun, Thousands of bright red strings under the green leaves..." The singing came from far and near, and gradually came to my face. I wiped my eyes and then wiped my eyes again, and saw a dozen little foxes on the small island holding green pennies, singing and turning the small island towards me. hold on. "Come up! Come up!" the little foxes shouted in unison. I went to the small island, and there are many beautiful and strange grapes planted on the island, each bunch is different: rainbow-like, crystal-like, star-like...their inner luster shone in the midsummer sun, Like a string of incomparable treasures.I walked in along the path on the island, watching the grapes of the little fox, and it was amazing.When I came out from the depths of the grapes, the little fox had rowed the small island of grapes into a wide river.The further you go, the more bizarre and beautiful the grass and trees are, the duckweed in the water grows as big as a futon, with yellow flowers like small umbrellas, and the crabs crawl on the shore, like many slow little tanks.The green of the leaves became more and more intense, so thick that they couldn't melt away. They flowed out of the forest in clusters, mixed with the golden sunlight, and turned into many green elves with gold rims, flying up and down in the air.I stretched out my palms, and they stood in my palms, giggling non-stop. "The chorus of the jungle is about to begin." When the little fox's grape island stopped under the giant water mantle tree, a group of wind boys with long wings flew up to the high treetops with long bagpipes— ——The cool and cool wind blows from a distance, the flute of the wind boy blew, and all the elves flying in the air sang in unison. Their voices are as light as dreams and as transparent as glass.The huge trees shook their crisp leaves, and one by one they joined the chorus of the jungle.Soon, every grass also sang a thin tremolo.The birds on the tree also sang, their voices are like small flowers, sometimes scattered, dotted in the green woods one by one, and sometimes gathered to form a bustling sea of ​​flowers. "Little fox, I'm singing." The little foxes clapped their hands together, and then they all opened their mouths, and merged their singing voices into the chorus of the jungle... Finally, I couldn't help but sing along with the rhythm of the jungle.All the voices merged together, so peaceful, so harmonious, I felt that my heart and every heart in the jungle merged together, and I could no longer tell each other from each other. The chorus of the jungle has been singing for so long, it seems that it will go on forever, and it will never end... Until the little fox supported the grape island and sent me back to the Qingliangshan Orchard, until I walked through bunches of green grapes the size of rice grains, through the lychee forest that was about to ripen, to the fruity pineapple forest , came to the caretaker's cottage in the orchard, and the melody of the chorus still echoed in my heart. The door of the hut was open, and the old man who guarded the orchard was sleeping soundly, holding a glass of fragrant wine in his hand - I realized at once that it must be the little fox who made the old man drink the drunk wine, and then called me here .I walked out of the orchard, closed the gate of the bamboo fence, and walked along the mango path to the hot road. There were cars, big and small, and all kinds of pedestrians frowning. They seemed to be carrying heavy weights on their backs. They are in such a hurry, so busy, so restless.No one can stop and listen to the chorus of nature. When I went back to the acacia tree on campus, the cicadas were still barking tirelessly, but I didn't think their voices were unpleasant at all.After hearing the chorus of the jungle, I learned to listen to the singing of nature.I just discovered that although the singing skills of the cicadas are not very good, they are much, much better than the three-legged cat kung fu I learned in the conservatory.