I saw my young self chasing the crickets, slamming them to the ground with both hands. Pen Fun Pavilion www.biquge.info but the cricket is very agile, always the moment I pounce on it, kick my leg violently, and suddenly jump out again.

"Shining, be careful, don't break its legs!" Father screamed loudly behind him.

Crickets are quite agile, but quite fragile insects. Their hind legs are thick and bounce powerfully, but those thighs can easily fall off their bodies, turning them into weak "cripples".

Although I knew that this was just a dream, in my heart, there was still a faint warmth and happiness.

It's really different, Chung Yeung Festival. On this day of reunion with my loved ones, I was also fortunate to see the person I missed the most in my dreams.

I remember it vividly, because it was a scene I used to have when I was a kid. There are many large and small gardens between the family buildings, and various flower pots are stacked all over the garden. One of our most important pastimes during this season is to open the pots and catch the crickets popping out of them.

Yes, this is the time - the cold dew, when the crickets are at their loudest, it is like the last madness. The ancients also fought crickets in this season, after the cold dew, it almost entered the early winter, the weather was cold, and the crickets began to lie dormant and silent, leaving us with a silent and lonely winter.

Now that I think about it, although my father existed as a "protector", he did not show a compassionate mind. He looks like a normal person, he is by no means a vegetarian, and he plays "violent and cruel" games like cricket fighting.

Like the one that jumped out now, black in color, with patterned wings and only two whiskers on the tail, it was the object we wanted to capture - that is, the male cricket. The female cricket has three whiskers on the tail, the wings are unpatterned, smooth, and larger. The female cricket can't fight, no matter how much she flirts, she won't get angry, and she won't bite, so it's of little value to us good deeds. In this sense, the female cricket is not as powerful and capable as the female lion and tiger, but really has a bit of "feminine" peace and grace.

On the contrary, the male cricket is not ordinarily large, otherwise, fighting crickets would not have become a kind of pleasure for humans since ancient times.

Modern people fight less crickets, probably because of the popularity of TV and movies, and the deep desire for fighting and violence, and for adrenaline in their hearts are satisfied by the plasma splashed everywhere in movies and television. In the past, when there was no audio-visual, fighting crickets could be regarded as a kind of mini "Colosseum".

This kind of game is a bit cruel, however, crickets rarely die because of biting, and those who lose often do not entangle, most of them flee in embarrassment and jump out of the fight area.

Crickets in the wild have a lifespan of about 100 days, and they become rare after October. Since ancient times, autumn has been the season of fighting crickets, especially in the season of cold dew, and there are customs and activities of fighting crickets.

It is said that even the Chinese character for "autumn" was the pictogram of crickets in ancient times.

Put two aggressive male crickets in the same small container and use a stick to tease their tentacles, and soon they will be provoked into a rage and desperate to bite together.

The battle is quickly decided, and the victorious ones will let out a loud chirp, like a victorious general.

I pounced several times in a row, but I didn't succeed in catching the shiny cricket. Father straightened the pot and sighed softly.

"Shining, have you noticed that recently, there seem to be fewer and fewer crickets."

Is it less and less? Think about it too. As I grew up, it seemed that I rarely caught crickets and played games like this anymore. When was the last time you fought cricket? How long has it been?

It's not just crickets, the world changes quickly, and many memories of youth have become extinct with the passage of time.

It's not a long time, it's just a dozen years!

In a trance, the scene changes, and it seems to ride on something, roaming in the sky.

The dream seems to have suddenly changed from a nostalgic film to a science fiction film. My body flew higher and higher, until it reached infinity high, and the surrounding area changed from white to starry sky. I seemed to be in the vastness of the galaxy, looking down condescendingly from there.

A round planet appears in view.

This picture is very familiar, it is very common on TV, on the Internet, in picture books, in theaters - this is the perspective of looking down on the earth from the universe, and ordinary people cannot experience it in person.

I couldn't help but be taken aback.

Is this really our home?

Shouldn't the Earth, when viewed from the universe, be a blue, beautiful planet?

At least, the pictures I've seen before are like that.

But now, what is this gray, ruined planet in front of you?

I could see the massive planet, but I couldn't see the blue waters that were supposed to cover most of the planet. The field of vision is so blurry that even the shape of the planet is no longer round. The surface of the planet is covered with a layer of gray-black smoke, like a scorched battlefield, and like a huge virus that is constantly mutating.

What the hell is this?

My father's voice came from my ear again: "Shining, have you noticed that recently, there seem to be fewer and fewer crickets......

Suddenly, I realized that I was riding on the body of a white dragon, flying around the earth in the vast universe, and it was from this perspective that I observed the place where we live day after day.

Since when has the world become so torn apart?

Indeed, there are fewer and fewer crickets, the world is changing too fast, and many things that have been passed down for thousands of years have quickly disappeared in this short period of few decades. In contrast to the rapid development of the human world, there are more things that are silently withering.

The white dragon carried me around quickly, and the scene in front of me suddenly changed, and it was no longer a cosmic space, but suddenly returned to the world I knew.

A wide river came into view, rolling eastward, and the water was turbulent and rattling.

On both sides of the great river are dense forests. The woods are rendered in autumn colors, taking on a blood-like bright red color.

As I flew closer, in the sound of the river, I suddenly realized to my horror that it was not an endless forest of red leaves, but a raging fire in the mountain forest. The flames were blood-red, burning and engulfing everything, scorching and crippling the trunks.

The red color of the fire reached the sky, turning the sky red, like the legendary hell.