At the moment when the sun sets, the autumn wind is blowing.

A voice cut through the space, shattering the silence.

It was like using all his strength, and it was a little harsh.

This little life has played a song of life,

For their own sake, but also for the continuation of the legend,

Between the steel teeth and iron walls, miracles are staged,

It's the Mongolian chilla.

When it cries out and sings louder and louder,

It means it's leaving,

This little elf, it's so late, it's really late.

When Mengxia was occupied by cockroaches, the cockroaches scurried over to the summer season,

It's not there, it's still waiting.

It came so late, but it was so appropriate,

Is this wisdom, or is it unintentional.

This season, it's all that's left, singing with joy and ease.

Autumn is fading away, and the city is about to lose its life.

It's really beautiful, light and thin, like jade, fast as lightning.

At the beginning, it took off its armor and strode into the temple of that life,

Living and then starting to die makes more sense than anything else.

It is the society of the end of summer, it is the spirit of autumn;

It is the miracle of the cicada that has forged its legend.

Maybe every teenager with a dream will hesitate and be hurt.

Maybe he's made a lot of mistakes and even more lost, but what is it!

Although the years are barren, life is separated, and I wake up in a hurry, I always lose, lose immediately,

But the heart is still there, as long as the strength is still there, you can grab the vast years,

In your own way, you can embellish this one-time red dust.

Whether it's time and space, or this dojo world,

It's all kept in my heart, it's always been there, and it's been there for a long time.

Postscript: When I had nothing to do, I walked on the side of the road in Fuyang City as usual, and heard the cicadas arguing among these interspersed trees, which reminded me of the joyful experience in my hometown in the countryside.

At that time, everyone was at home, and the world was not scattered, and at that time, the night path was full of cicadas and nymphs were feathering, and they could often pick up a few bags of golden cicada larvae, not to mention the joy, full of childhood memories!

In fact, there will also be miracles of life in the steel complex of the city, such as the Mongolian cicada.

Although it is the latest to appear, it definitely brings some joy to the late summer and early autumn, and it is worthy of the last singer of the late summer, so let me write a poem of praise for it!