The Very Quiet Cricket 《好安静的蟋蟀》

The Very Quiet Cricket One warm day, from a tiny egg a little cricket was born. '"Welcome" chirped a big cricket, rubbing his wings together. The little cricket wanted to answer, so he rubbed his wings together: But nothing happened, not a sound Good Morning! whizzed a locust, spinning through the air. The little cricket wanted to answer, so he rubbed his wings together: But nothing happened, not a sound Hello! whispered a praying mantis, scraping its huge front legs together. The little cricket wanted to answer, so he rubbed his wings together: But nothing happened, not a sound Good day! crunched a worm, munching its way out of an apple. The little cricket wanted to answer, so he rubbed his wings together. But nothing happened. Not a sound. Hi! bubbled a spittlebug, slurping in a sea of froth. The little cricket wanted to answer, so he rubbed his wings together. But nothing happened. Not a sound. Good afternoon! screeched a cicada, clinging to a branch of a tree. The little cricket wanted to answer, so he rubbed his wings together. But nothing happened. Not a sound. How are you? hummed a bumblebee, flying from flower to flower. The little cricket wanted to answer, so he rubbed his wings together. But nothing happened. Not a sound. Good evening! whirred a dragonfly, gliding above the water. The little cricket wanted to answer, so he rubbed his wings together. But nothing happened. Not a sound. Good night! buzzed the mosquitoes, dancing among the stars. The little cricket wanted to answer, so he rubbed his wings together. But nothing happened. Not a sound. A luna moth sailed quietly through the night. And the cricket enjoyed the stillness. As the luna moth disappeared silently into the distance, the cricket saw another cricket. She, too, was a very quiet cricket. Then he rubbed his wings together one more time. And this time… …he chirped the most beautiful sound that she had ever heard.