[E - Magazine] - The song of cicada life

There is a soulful, wordless melody that resonates in the brilliant summer, like the sweet confession of a heart that loves wholeheartedly. It is the sound of cicadas singing in the beautiful sky, pouring out their hearts after months of lying deep underground. The sound of cicadas echoes passionately as if to awaken, calling out the names of souls in harmony to fly up together.

Oh, the song of the tiny cicada stirs up all things in nature. The sunlight is more sparkling with gold, the green leaves are stretching their muscles, the beautiful flowers are blooming, the birds are chirping on the branches, the colorful butterflies are flying around... all playing a sweet and vibrant melody. Yet, during the long years of hiding underground, the cicada only waits for summer to fly up and sing, like many other species that use their sounds to mark their presence in life. The cicada chirps, sings all day and night without stopping. Sings as if all the thoughts it has cherished for half a lifetime are released to make up for the dark and quiet days.

People sometimes feel resentful of the cicadas' endless and noisy songs, but few people understand that cicadas have the right to live, the right to freely fly high and sing their own songs. Cicadas sing with all their faith and burning desire, because as long as they sing, they still feel alive. It is sad that the jubilant song is the first and also the last ritual before the cicadas lie down. Even though their wings still move faintly, the song still wants to fly up...

I blamed myself in my childhood, still trying to catch cicadas during summer afternoons with sticky jackfruit sap. Cicadas struggled with their wings, their cries were intermittent and then died away in their mischievous childish games. I gradually grew up with summer afternoon naps and the familiar, haunting sound of cicadas. There was something about that sound that seemed to haunt and pierce my heart, making me want to cry many times. Cicadas silently sang a song for themselves, not needing a sparkling stage, not needing to be welcomed with joyful applause. They only wished to sing freely in the vast sky. Pitying the short life of cicadas that they could not live a full and peaceful life. People competed to catch cicadas to make a "specialty" snack. The fragile, trembling cicadas just emerged from their dry shells like a young child just born from the extreme pain of their mother. Cicadas had not yet had time to say hello to the world, had not yet had time to spread their wings even once, before they were deprived of their freedom to live. The two words “cicada” are always accompanied by a heavy sadness. But it is a bright sadness that makes the summer brighter.

The cicadas do not just sing, they are telling the story of their lives. The story of the darkness turning into a sparkling day, the story of the humming song coming out of the silent journey. That song echoes day and night, so as not to regret the sacred moments when we were able to live for a short time. Then one morning after a rainy night, the cicadas lay quietly all over the tree roots and the ground. No longer the high and low hum of the song, the summer bowed down and embraced the sparse remaining cicadas in a tearful regret. The cicadas devoted their lives to passionate love songs and then left contentedly, keeping nothing for themselves but their emaciated bodies. Perhaps the small cicadas with their intense and persistent song in the sun and wind proved what someone once wrote: "Death is not the end, if we have lived a full life".

The life of a cicada is a profound lesson about the courageous journey of living truthfully with its own unique sound. The cicada does not choose to live silently to gain much love and sympathy. Even though it is avoided or hated, it uses its song to live truthfully, to set out. The sound of cicadas is not only the soul of the beloved summer, it is also the burning desire to persevere throughout the journey of life. It is the song of small things that do not accept any arrangement around them.

Ve, if one day you are reborn, sing with all your heart so that life can resonate completely.

Content: Moc Nhien

Photo: Internet Document

Graphics: Mai Huyen

Source: https://baothanhhoa.vn/e-magazine-khuc-hat-doi-ve-248891.htm