前几日的夜晚，华灯初上 ，我便和妻出门散步 。徜徉至现河公园通往植物园观景桥时，忽听蛙鼓阵阵，蛙鸣声声 ，一阵紧似一阵，真像是夏夜青蛙演唱会，一如醉人的天籁之音。悦耳的蛙鸣声留住了我俩的脚步 ，只见桥上已站满了人，而此时的我已听不清他们的说话声，因高亢的蛙鸣声力压群雄。一旁的妻说：好多年没听到这么多的蛙鸣声了 。我说：是啊，这样的蛙鸣与当年乡村的蛙鸣有得一比 ，撼动人心。说着说着，我就想起了那久违了的蛙鸣，蛙鸣勾起了我的思乡情。
从小在农村长大 ，听着蛙鸣就像听着乡情，现在每每回味起来，是那么亲切动听 。尤其是在乡村的夏夜里 ，玩童那颗不安分的心是锁不住的，总是和小伙伴们追逐 、嬉戏于乡间、河边、田野，间或也就听过不一样的蛙鸣。
有时坐在大街上乘凉听蛙鸣。儿时陪伴着家人和小伙伴们在大街上乘凉 ，那时乡村的蛙鸣 、萤舞、虫飞那是记忆里永远抹不掉的场景。乘着美丽的夜色，蛙声便从河边、田间 、菜园、草丛里传来，唱出无穷的快乐 。时而听到东河里 ，村西头的蛙鸣声，时而听到南院子、北坡地传来不同的蛙鸣声，还有房前屋后、庭院里的蛙鸣声。此起彼伏，遥相呼应 ，声声入耳，就像青蛙在暗夜里打擂台。再屏息静气地听一会儿，时而东河里的青蛙叫 ，时而屋后田野里的青蛙叫，似乎在比试着谁叫得好听 、叫得更响亮 。时而四周的蛙鸣声又一个频率了，蛙鸣声汇成一片 ，仿佛是一场蛙鸣大合唱。多年来，我一直分不清这美妙的蛙鸣声。
有时躺在东河岸边细软的沙滩上听蛙鸣 。东河岸边有一片几百米长的白茫茫的沙滩，那是夏夜乘凉的好去处 ，儿时常和小伙伴们赤脚趟过小河，奔向细软的沙滩，在沙滩上追逐、嬉戏。累了就索性躺倒沙滩上 ，头枕着细软的沙滩，眼望着皎洁的月亮，耳听着美妙的蛙鸣，这时的蛙鸣从河岸的不同方向传来 ，听起来是那么清晰，这是我童年记忆里最原始的歌谣，也是我生命中最熟悉的声音 ，写作的当儿，还在耳旁回响。咯咯、咯咯；咕咕 、咕姑姑；呱呱呱、呱呱
有时行走在乡间的小路上听蛙鸣 。行走在田野、河边 、村间的小路上听蛙鸣，这时候的蛙鸣声时近时远 ，时断时续，时而高昂，时而低吟。那里的蛙鸣声远离了 ，这里的蛙鸣声又走近了，不知是脚步声在伴随着蛙鸣声，还是蛙鸣声在伴随着脚步声？是那么的合拍 ，清新自然，蛙声跌宕起伏，婉转沉雄，合奏出美丽乡村的交响乐 ，蛙鸣声声，唱出了乡村田园之美，唱响了乡民内心深处清脆的乡音。
经历了乡村生活 ，听到了不一样的蛙鸣，带来了不一样的感受，真有点远近高低各不同的味道 。其实在这些蛙鸣声里 ，还有最完美的背景音乐，那就是青蛙唱和，那是天底下的绝唱 ，也是最美的绝配。单只青蛙叫不能算唱和，两只青蛙的叫起来那才叫抑扬顿挫，一群蛙鸣遥相呼应 ，也能细听出它们一唱一和的节奏，这唱和的节奏里演绎着一段美丽的故事，其实这段故事我以前曾讲过，今天在这里讲更能体味青蛙为何唱和的意义。
这是儿时常听祖母给我讲的一个故事 ，祖母说：在很久很久以前，无论小河里、水库边、田野上都是没有青蛙的。我听了感到很好奇，就问祖母：奶奶 ，怎么现在有这么多青蛙，而叫的声音不一样，叫起来怎么是这种声音？祖母先是笑了笑 ，接着便若有所思地说：有一年夏天的一天，有一个老头和他的老伴过河，老头拄着拐棍 ，老伴拿着褂子，俩人牵着手慢慢地往河里走，这时候 ，河的上游突然发起了大水，水势很凶猛，接着就把老头的棍儿和老伴的褂儿冲走了，老头急了 ，老伴也懵了，老头追着喊着他的棍儿，老伴就追着喊着她的褂儿 ，追着 、喊着就没有影了 。结果，老两口都被河水冲走淹死了，最后 ，托生了一雄一雌两个青蛙，一直不停地喊叫着棍儿、褂儿，一代代繁衍生息 ，青蛙越繁殖越多，叫声越来越大，这才有了如今这么动听的蛙鸣。
儿时听了祖母讲《两个青蛙的故事》 ，觉得特别有情趣，有意思，总是缠着祖母再讲一遍、再讲一遍，祖母就不厌其烦地给我和小伙伴们讲着《两个青蛙的故事》 ，我听熟了，再细听 、分辩着不远处青蛙叫出棍儿、褂儿声，还真像故事里说的美妙动听 ，我便一次次地沉浸在故事的情节里，也走进了现实的故事里。
曾记得儿时在门前和祖母一起浇菜园时，看到一只青蛙从菜地里突然蹦了出来 ，在我眼前蹦蹦跳跳的，我觉得好奇，便弯下身子 ，想伸手去扑 。站在一旁的祖母说：别捉青蛙。我便停止了动作。祖母又说：青蛙是益虫，是吃害虫的 。我听了后，再也没捉过青蛙。有一天 ，我和小伙伴们一起从水库边割草，见水库边田野里蹦跳着的青蛙很多，小伙伴们就丢下镰刀，蜂拥而上 ，捉着了很多青蛙，用镰刀削下了两条腿，剥了皮 ，露出了两条白光光的腿，然后，便捡拾柴草 ，把青蛙腿放到火里烧，一会儿工夫，周围的空气里就散发着蛙肉香 ，小伙伴们凑上前去品尝，有人劝说着我吃，我始终不为之所动 ，因为我心中记着青蛙是益虫。
离开乡村，离开田野，来到小城，居住在钢筋、水泥的组合里 ，也远离了蛙鸣，心中顿感怅然 。回老家时，偶尔想起那久违的蛙鸣 ，走近记忆中的小河、田野，遍寻记忆中的蛙鸣，可小河几近干涸 ，田野农药味很足，哪还有青蛙的生存空间？哪还能听到蛙鸣？青蛙寂寥，蛙声寂寥 ，夏夜寂寥，乡村往日里那蛙鸣萤舞的夏夜黯然沉寂了。
蛙鸣，那是久违了的青蛙的歌声。蛙鸣已贮藏在我的脑海深处 ，直抵我的心灵 。午夜梦回，耳边常回旋着蛙鸣声声
On the eve of the night, the Hua light was at the beginning, I went out of the door. When I could go to the Botanical View Bridge, I suddenly listened to the Botanical Garden View Bridge, the frog sounded, and I was a big night, as a summer night frog concert, as the drunk sound of the sound. The pleasant frog sounded the footsteps of our two, and I saw a full of people on the bridge. At this time, I couldn't listen to their speaking, and the frog sounded on the rumor. The wife on the side said: I haven't heard so much frog for many years. I said: Yeah, such a frog sounds with the rural frogs, and shake people. Said, I remembered the frog that had been violated, the frogs evoked my homesickness.
From small in the countryside, listening to the frog, like listening to the hometown, now every time, it is so kind. Especially in the summer night of the countryside, the heart that does not stains in the country is unlocked. It is always chasing the little friends, playing in the township, riverside, field, or also heard a different frog.
Sometimes sitting on the street and listening to the frog. When you are accompanying your family and your friends on the street, you will be a scene that the rustic frog sounds, the fire, and insects are the scenes that will never wipe forever. Take the beautiful night, the frog is coming from the river, field, vegetable garden, and the grass, singing. When I heard the frog in the East River, the village in the village sounded, and I heard the South Valley, the different frogs came from the North slope, and there were room front houses, and the frog in the courtyard sounded. Since then, you can sing, the sound is in the ear, just like the frog in the dark night. Listening for a while again, the frog in the East River is called, and the frog in the field in the field is called. It seems to be better than trying to listen well, called more loud. When the frogs around the frog sounded again, the frog sounded into a piece, as if it was a frog. Over the years, I have been unclear this wonderful frog.
Sometimes he listens to the frog on the soft beach on the shore of the East River. There is a few hundred meters long white sandy beaches on the shore of the East River. It is a good place to cool in the summer night. When you are often in the barefoot, you will go to the small beach, chase, play on the beach. I tired, I will lying down the beach, and the head is pillow with a soft beach. It looks at the moon, listening to the wonderful frog, and the frog sounds from the different directions of the river bank, it sounds so clear, This is the most primitive song in my childhood memory. It is also the most familiar voice in my life, when writing, still reverberation. Giggle,;,, 咕姑; 呱, 呱
Sometimes walking on the road on the countryside to listening to frogs. Walking on the field, the river, the road to listening to frogs, at this time, when the frog sounds, the time is far away, the time is time, sometimes high, sometimes low. The frogs there are far away. The frogs here are close. I don't know if the footsteps are accompanied by frogs, or the frog sounds with footsteps? It is so actions, fresh and natural, frogs to rise, and set up Shen Xiong, ensemble the beautiful village symphony, the frog sounds, sang the beauty of the rural idyllic, singing the hearts of the villagers. Crisp.
After experiencing a rural life, heard a different frog, brought a different feeling, it is a little near different taste. In fact, in these frogs, there is also the most perfect background music, that is, the frog singing, that is the singer of the world, and the most beautiful perfect match. Single frog couldn't sing and, the two frogs called it, and the row of frogs came, and a group of frogs came to the echo, and they can listen to the rhythm of them, this singing rhythm has a beautiful story, in fact this story I have said before. Today, I am more likely to singery and sing.
This is a story that I often listening to my grandmother, my grandmother said: I have been a long time, no matter how the stream, the reservoir side, the field is no frog. I have been very curious, I asked my grandmother: grandmother, how can I have so many frogs now, and the voice is different, how is this sound? Grandmother laughed first, then I thought about it: One day, one day, there is an old man and his wife, the old man, the old man, holding a gown, two people holding hands slowly toward the river In this case, the upstream of the river suddenly launched a big water, the water is very fierce, then rush away the old man's stick and his wife, the old man is in a hurry, the old man is also awkward, the old man chases him The stick, the old companion chased her jade, chasing, shouting, there was no shadow. As a result, the old couple was drowned by the river water. Finally, I have a male and female two frogs. I have always yelled at the stick, and I'm smothering, the more the frog is, the more it is, the more it is It's more, this is now so beautiful frog.
When I listened to my grandmother, "Two Frog's Story", I feel particularly fun, interesting, always wrapped with my grandmother again, talk again, the ancestorsMother is not tireless to tell me the "two frog stories", I hear familiar, listen, and then listen, and tell the rosewart, and the sound is really like the story. The beauty is beautiful, I will immerse in the story of the story again and again, and I also entered the story of realism.
When she was pouring the garden in front of the door and the grandmother, I saw a frog suddenly slammed out from the vegetable field. I was jumping in front of my eyes. I felt curious, bent down the body. I want to reach out. Grandmother standing on the side said: Don't catch the frog. I stopped the action. Grandmother said: The frog is a pizza, which is to eat pests. After I listened, I didn't catch a frog again. One day, I murtted from the reservoir with my friends. I saw a lot of frogs jumped in the field of the reservoir. The little friends lost their sickle, swarmed, caught a lot of frogs, cut with the sickle The legs, peeling the skin, revealing two white light legs, then picking up the firewood, put the frog legs into the fire, after a while, there is a frog meat in the surrounding air, the small friends will make up Go to the taste, some people persuaded me to eat, I will never be moved, because my heart remembers the frog is a vest.
Leaving the country, leaving the field, come to the small city, live in the combination of steel bars and cement, and stay away from the frog, and the heart is feeling. When I returned to my hometown, I thought about the long-lost frog, approaching the small river in memory, fields, all the frogs in memory, but the stream is close to dry, the field pesticides are very good, and which also has the survival space of frog? Can you still hear the frog? Frog is lonely, the frog is lonely, the summer night is lonely, the countryside is silent in the summer night in the day.
Frog sounds, it is a long-lost rogue. The frogs have been stored in the depths of my mind, directly to my mind. Midnight dreams, often keep the frog sound in the ear