When the Cicada Chirps over the Locust Tree

Xia Chuchu x Shen Bei In the summer when he was nine years old, Xia Chuchu met Shen Bei holding glass marbles at the brick kiln at the end of the alley. He said, "The blue lines of the glass marbles are like the sky at the entrance of the alley." She said, "The straw in the brick kiln will keep our secrets." So the tin box contained candy wrappers, drawings, unfinished paper airplanes, and the blue cloth handkerchief that Xia Chuchu secretly stuffed in. Under the "Shen Bei Idiot" with the crooked edge of the fabric was "I like it" that Shen Bei didn't dare to finish. As time goes by amid the chirping of cicadas, the carvings of the brick kilns thicken along with the old locust trees, and the Chinese character "Chu" in "Shen Bei Xia Chu Chu" is always just one inch short of hooking the handle of the word "". At the age of fourteen, he went south to learn the art of processing. She spent three years in the brick kiln saving locust flower petals and a notebook full of medicinal scriptures. However, when they reunited, she saw the silver bell hidden in his sleeve - it was the bell with the character "chu" given to her on her fourteenth birthday. The "" and "chu" rings were newly engraved on the edge, just like the last sound he always added to her name. On the seventeen-year-old campus, the old locust tree was hung with wind chimes that read "The locust trees will last forever". Shen Bei hid cicada sloughs in her biology specimen box, with the petals of her favorite locust flowers stuck to the edges of her wings; Xia Chuchu put a blue cloth handkerchief in his textbook, and under the cloth was revealed his unfinished childhood painting "The Growth of Xia Chuchu" - the girl's skirt in the painting was painted blue, and a new line of words was added next to it: "Now I know, what you hide in the cloth handkerchief was never a marble, but my name." When the chirping of cicadas filled the Sophora japonica preface in May, the iron box of the brick kiln was opened again: The nine-year-old glass marbles rolled into the palms, and the fourteen-year-old paper airplane finally completed its wings. The seventeen-year-olds saw under the old locust tree that the scratches that had not been hooked back then had been quietly connected by the branches of time - the "handle hooks" he added, the stitches of her newly sewn cloth handkerchief, and the sophora incense on the sleeves of the school uniform. All the thoughts hidden in the cicada sheds, candy wrappers, and scratches transformed into a complete appearance in the sun. It turns out that the best "future" is never the perfection on paper. It's when the cicadas chirp over the Sophora pagoda tree, You brought the summer that I had hidden for ten years, He said, "Those unspoken likes have been sewn into every locust flower petal." And the straw in the brick kiln, the wind chimes in the campus, the glass marbles in the palm, Together we compose a song about "time and understanding"—— The so-called childhood sweethearts are probably the longest confessions that time has given us. Let every "unspoken" moment, In the end, they are all in each other's eyes, filling up into the never-ending chirping of cicadas and the fragrance of locust trees. Intention: Taking "Sophora Preface" (the season of locust trees in summer) and "cicada chirping" as the time and space coordinates, we can salvage the "unspoken words" hidden in childhood sweethearts, so that the tenderness accumulated over the years will emerge from the cocoons and become butterflies in the campus time - those thoughts that were once wrapped in the folds of time will eventually become the prologue of youth that will never fade away at the moment they see each other.