![]() ![]() They glared with hatred at the old poplar tree above the bicycle shed. It's true that some people were deeply annoyed by these singers. Their loud singing was proud, intense, and aggressive, filled with the high spirits prompted by the summer heat. The cicadas sang continuously, never interrupted by the glum people going in and out of these buildings. ![]() Not far away were picturesque multi-storey buildings. A little lower was the cicadas' paradise. Magpie couples were living on the crowns of a few old sky-skimming poplars. All of them affectionately shared their food, with only occasional brief clashes. The numerous sparrows and magpies leaped lightheartedly among the branches and in the thickets. After it rained, toads chimed in with their bass voices. It was much better in the suburbs, where tall poplars and willows provided shade. Sirens wailed, and pet dogs lay panting in the shade. A heat wave rolled into the city, and reports of elderly heatstroke victims streamed in continually. ![]()
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