Some people's summer is a river, and the rippling water is filled with the noise of childhood; some people's summer is grandmother's arms, and the swaying palm fan brings coolness throughout the season; and for Mingxia, summer is the cicadas in the afternoon, the chirping sounds of the bed, and the cold and lonely breath that comes from the bones Mingxia was born in a small coastal town near the sea. On the day of birth, the willow trees were full of cicadas and cicadas. Zhiliao cicadas were called all day. Mingxia's father was a middle school teacher in the village. He was excited and patted his head and decided his son's name and wrote it into the genealogy.