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georged

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OzPiper

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Briar Lee

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Sep 4, 2021
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The third time I remember seeing these guys as I was born in a year of their emergence. Always loved and looked forward to them.
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Against all science, reason and logic I am surely convinced, we and all the universe were created on purpose and it was not a process of evolution and accidents.

If the learned scientists are correct, the boy cicada said hey baby, let’s do it and wait 17 years for the fambly.:)

Seriously, how can this have been an evolutionary advantage?

And why not 7 or 27 years instead, why 17?

I think these critters had to be created just the way they are.
 
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The third time I remember seeing these guys as I was born in a year of their emergence. Always loved and looked forward to them.
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I love cicadas, but have never seen the seventeen-year variety with red eyes in-person. I hope to, someday, but may not have enough time in my lifetime.

This is a watercolour painting my father did on silk with a poem he wrote about cicadas. He might’ve done it in the 1940s or 1950s; maybe he painted it after my parents bought their house in 1959—I remember it hanging in the living room for as long as I can remember. My mother loosely translated it for me years ago, but I only remember the gist: I’m hoping Ray @OzPiper or @mingc (or someone else) might be able to provide an accurate or literal translation.

Unfortunately, years ago, my brothers were playing in the living room, something got tossed and hit the painting, damaging and cracking the delicate silk. My father was not happy, but quietly, without complaint, repainted the section of the tree trunk in the lower right. But in doing so, he coated the entire thing with a kind of wheat paste, making the black silk very stiff and brittle. This painting has been incredibly difficult to move over the years as a result—it either has to be stored flat with enough support under it or hang vertically during transit. I need to archivally mend the “v” shaped damage in the center.

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Chasing Embers

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Nov 12, 2014
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We have roughly the same number of cicadas every year here in Nebraska. They don't cycle like they do in the south, AFAIK. Their drone shows up in late June or July, and they are the quintessential sound of hot, humid, summer evenings ever since I can remember.
We have the big green annual cicadas as well.
 

mingc

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Jun 20, 2019
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I love cicadas, but have never seen the seventeen-year variety with red eyes in-person. I hope to, someday, but may not have enough time in my lifetime.

This is a watercolour painting my father did on silk with a poem he wrote about cicadas. He might’ve done it in the 1940s or 1950s; maybe he painted it after my parents bought their house in 1959—I remember it hanging in the living room for as long as I can remember. My mother loosely translated it for me years ago, but I only remember the gist: I’m hoping Ray @OzPiper or @mingc (or someone else) might be able to provide an accurate or literal translation.

Unfortunately, years ago, my brothers were playing in the living room, something got tossed and hit the painting, damaging and cracking the delicate silk. My father was not happy, but quietly, without complaint, repainted the section of the tree trunk in the lower right. But in doing so, he coated the entire thing with a kind of wheat paste, making the black silk very stiff and brittle. This painting has been incredibly difficult to move over the years as a result—it either has to be stored flat with enough support under it or hang vertically during transit. I need to archivally mend the “v” shaped damage in the center.

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This is far beyond my rudimentary knowledge of the language. My parents made me take Mandarin lessons for many years but I am living proof that you can forget languages when you don't use them. These days I don't remember much beyond knowing how to ask for the bathroom and to say something is too expensive. And some choice cuss words in Cantonese.

Your father had very refined talents. You might have more luck asking for help on social media, like maybe a Chinese poetry group on Facebook. If you can't get your dad's poem translated, you might at least be amused by the vast number of classical Chinese poems about getting drunk.

As for cicadas, I was in Chicago when one of the broods busted out in either '90 or '91. They're mildly interesting but only for a day or two. Then they get annoying when they keep crashing into you and you have to step on piles of them everywhere.
 

OzPiper

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I’m hoping Ray @OzPiper or @mingc (or someone else) might be able to provide an accurate or literal translation.
Jeff (@TheIronMonkey),

My Mandarin is almost non-existent despite 3 years of lessons.
I can write my name, and the numbers 1,2 and 3
My teachers passed me each year so they didn’t have to have me repeat the year
 
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