土蛐唧儿,唧儿,唧儿……夜已很深,看看墙上石英挂钟,时针已悄然指向午夜两点。我退出浏览过的网页显示,断开了网络的拨号链接,正准备洗漱休息时,客厅对面的厨房里,突然间断断续续地传来一阵接一阵的清脆虫鸣。时而舒缓,时而激越,像一支独奏着的,饱满的草笛儿。我的心底,悄然便潋滟起一阵莫名的感动。这就是我追怀日久的,土蛐儿的鸣唱啊!土蛐儿其实是蟋蟀的一种,蟋蟀是个书卷气十足的称谓,在我的故乡,人们都把蟋蟀叫做土蛐儿。也有叫蝈蝈儿的,那是沿用了北方人的叫法。唧儿!唧儿!唧儿! Tuo child children, Jack children, jack children ... ... The night has been deep, look at the quartz wall clock, the hour hand has quietly point to two midnight. I quit browsing the webpage shows, disconnect the dial-up network link, is preparing to wash the rest, the living room across the kitchen, suddenly came intermittent burst of crisp buzzing. Sometimes soothing, sometimes agitated, like a solo, full of flute children. My heart, quietly stumbled inexplicably moved. This is my long-cherished, soil Tuo children’s singing ah! Tuo children is actually a kind of cricket, cricket is a book full of appellation, in my hometown, people call cricket soil child. There are also called 蝈 蝈 children, it is followed the northerners call. Jack children! Jack children! Jack children!