Who knows the lyrics of the song Grasshoppers and Crickets that I learned in elementary school?

It's "Grasshoppers and Crickets.

There is a Peking Opera tone in it - "I am a grasshopper, I am a cricket, I am an elder brother, I am a younger brother, the south slope guards the green grassland, and when I am full, I brag about it."

I'm a grasshopper.

I'm a cricket. I'm the older brother, I'm the younger brother.

The southern slope guarded the green meadow.

When you have a full belly, you brag about it.

The gnats smiled at the crickets.

Dude, hey, hey, listen to me.

Don't worry.

I control the size of the animals in the world.

Whoever is called to the east, it does not dare to face west.

The cricket grinned at the grasshopper.

Dude, hehe, listen to me, don't be angry.

I will decide whether all animals will live or die.

It doesn't matter if it's a dinosaur or a whale.

I set rules for them.

They revere me as emperor.

The more the gnats blow, the more proud they become.

The more the crickets talked, the more fascinated they became.

I didn't expect a big rooster to come.

Eat the little brothers one by one.

I'm a grasshopper. I'm a cricket.

I'm the older brother, I'm the younger brother.

The southern slope guarded the green meadow.

When you have a full belly, you brag about it.

The gnats smiled at the crickets.

Dude, hey, hey, listen to me.

Don't worry.

I control the size of the animals in the world.

Whoever is called to the east, it does not dare to face west.

The cricket grinned at the grasshopper.

Dude, hehe, listen to me, don't be angry.

I will decide whether all animals will live or die.

It doesn't matter if it's a dinosaur or a whale.

I set rules for them.

They revere me as emperor.

The more the gnats blow, the more proud they become.

The more the crickets talked, the more fascinated they became.

I didn't expect a big rooster to come.

Eat the little brothers one by one.

Here are the lyrics of "Grasshoppers and Crickets":

Brother of the grasshopper, brother of the cricket.

The southern slope guarded the green meadow.

When you have a full belly, you brag about it.

The gnats smiled at the crickets.

Brother, hehe, don't worry.

I control the size of the animals in the world.

Whoever is called to the east, it does not dare to face west.

The cricket grinned at the grub.

Dude, hehe, don't be angry when I tell me.

I will decide whether the animals of the world will live or die.

Whether it's dinosaurs or whales.

I set rules for them.

They revere me as emperor.

The more the gnats blow, the more proud they become.

The more the crickets talked, the more fascinated they became.

A big rooster came over.

One bite at a time, one bite at a time.

Eat them all.

Uh, isn't this a foreign poem? And we only learned it in the third year of junior high school.

Author: John Keats The poetry of the earth never dies:

When all the birds are faint from the scorching sun and hide in the shade of the forest, there is a sound.

Fluttering on the hedges around the freshly cut grass.

That's the music of the grasshopper! It competes for the lead.

Intoxicated by the luxury of midsummer, it has never been felt.

His joy faded, and when he was tired of singing, he comfortably roosted in the middle of the pleasant grass.

The poetry of the earth never stops:

On lonely winter nights, when the frost is set.

A silence that bounced off the fireside.

The song of the crickets, in the gradually rising heat, drowsiness, people feel the sound.

It seems to be a grasshopper chirping on the grassy mountain.

Haha, I don't know, no, I'm sorry.

I'm a grasshopper. I'm a cricket.

I'm the older brother, I'm the younger brother.

The south slope guards the green grass of the sedan chair.

When you have a full belly, you brag about it.

The gnats smiled at the crickets.

Dude, hey, hey, listen to me.

Don't worry.

I control the size of the animals in the world.

Whoever is called to the east, it does not dare to face west.

The cricket grinned at the grasshopper.

Dude, hehe, listen to me, don't be angry.

I will decide whether all animals will live or die.

It doesn't matter if it's a dinosaur or a whale.

I set rules for them.

They revere me as emperor.

The more the gnats blow, the more wanton the clan becomes.

The more the crickets spike, the more fascinated they become.

I didn't expect a big rooster to come.

Eat the little brothers one by one.

The cotton field is white, and the crickets jump to the geography.

The chest is straight, the head is raised, the two beards are erected, look how high I jump, reach out and pick Yucai!

The song of the grasshopper. The first (7th) class of junior high school Yan Chao.

The same autumn wind, the same fallen leaves, and the same grasshoppers came to my mind.

At that time, I bought back a grasshopper, and its hut was a chic bamboo cage hanging high in front of the bed, and I would listen to its beauty whenever I had time.

As the east grew and the west set, I slowly approached it and gradually saw its beauty. Two tall whiskers, two wings fluttering from time to time, and a blue-gray body, no one knows what is contained. I am most intoxicated by its gaze, that is, clear, and a little excited, from here, I always seem to have nothing, to see the song in its heart.

Not only in the sultry daylight, but also in the hazy moonlight at night, it still sings. I sat under it and listened to it talk about its thoughts, and listened carefully and quietly. Fluttering on the blue-yellow bamboo cage, he opened his mouth and sang energetically.

I have lost my sleep, I am full of energy, my ears are stretched, there is passion, there is calm, there is joy, there is sadness, I seem to be lost in the singing.

The moon had already penetrated into my cabin, and in my ears there was only the song of the grasshopper. I listened attentively and listened. I and it seem to have become a pair of friends, under the moon, a pair of friends who communicate with each other, I know very well that maybe soon, I will never hear or see it again, the heat will not leave its life to the cold.

The moon has risen to my bed, I have been succumbed to the beautiful melody, I can only vaguely see, the grasshopper is singing towards the moon, with the moon as the back, not only the moon, but also himself, the light has made me unable to open my eyes, I look at his gaze again, again, it is not sadness, but hope. In my mind, it is no longer a grasshopper, but a person, a whole person. I fell asleep, I can't remember how long he sang, and for days after that, he didn't eat or drink, but he still sang.

I listened with sadness and anxiety, but I returned with hope and hope. Constantly biting the bamboo cage, I looked into his eyes again, and I understood that he had a longing for the moonlight, a longing for the field, and a dream of freedom.

I picked up the scissors, cut the bamboo cage, and watched him chase the wind and the sunset with his dream and the pride of a brave man.

I know that he may only have a few days of freedom, but he has completed the most resolute of his life, an interpretation of freedom, of dreams, and is on the way to death on the way.

Under the moonlight, the song of the grasshopper sounded in my ears again......

"The gnat" is endowed with a free spirit in the author's pen, becoming the image of a fearless person, showing a certain depth of the author's thoughts. The idea is new and ingenious, and it is eye-catching.