微故事: 誰在聽螞蟻唱歌 (東加豆)
Micro-story:Who Hears the Ants Sing? (by Tonkabean)
我叫（阿凡），是一名（大笑瑜伽）導師。在成年人的邏輯裡，螞蟻唱歌這種事，跟老闆會自動加人工一樣，不會有人相信的。但我能證明，起碼有一個人聽得見，而且常聽得如癡如醉。那個人就是舊鄰居的女兒，（芝麻）。
芝麻才七歲，調皮得像個野孩子，身上永遠髒兮兮的。街坊鄰居不喜歡她，說她（無厘頭）、（亂講嘢）。他們總拿別的女孩（杏仁）比較：杏仁文靜聽話、清晨起床背千字英語單詞、傍晚練習小提琴、斯斯文文，不肯坐到泥地上。
幾天前回到老家，芝麻走過來跟我吃飯。她神秘地說："昨晚，我生了一個天藍色的蛋。"
我故作驚訝問："是？蛋在哪？"
她把我拉到雞窩旁，指著空地說："在這。"
我在想，這是亂講嘢，還是將幻想揉進現實？
我順著她追問蛋的去向，她歪著頭想了想："讓螞蟻搬走了。"
我忙接話："我昨晚也生了一個紅色的蛋，有燈籠那麼大。" 芝麻一怔，隨即大笑起來。她為找到同類而心滿意足，整個下午都黏著我。
午睡醒來，我見她蹲在牆角。她說："我在聽螞蟻唱歌。"
我蹲下來，想起大笑瑜伽的核心理念——笑不需要理由，選擇相信就可以。我側耳靜聽，說："我也聽見了。蟻王像豬叫，小細腰的聲音尖脆，來回跑的那隻聲音沙啞。"芝麻興奮地直點頭，笑得燦爛。
這一刻，我真的聽見了。不是想像，不是配合。當你選擇相信，假笑會變成真笑，假裝聽見會變成真的聽見。
我聽見芝麻的笑聲比螞蟻還大。
我羨慕芝麻的快樂。這份快樂，她未來做什麼並不重要，重要的是她擁有一個浪漫主義的童年。一個會生藍蛋、能聽見螞蟻唱歌的童年，是多麼幸福。
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Micro-story: (by Tonkabean)
My name is Fan, and I am a Laughter Yoga teacher. In the world of adults, believing that ants can sing is like believing a boss will give you a raise voluntarily—no one believes it. But I can prove that at least one person hears it, and she listens with pure delight. That person is my neighbor’s daughter, Sesame.
Sesame is seven. She's a wild child, always covered in dirt. The neighbors don’t like her; they say she’s "nonsense" and "talks crazy." They always compare her to another girl, Almond. Almond is quiet and obedient. She wakes up early to memorize a thousand English words and spends her evenings practicing the violin. She is so "proper" that she refuses to even sit on the grass.
A few days ago, I went back to my old neighborhood. Sesame came over to eat with me. She whispered mysteriously, "Last night, I laid a sky-blue egg."
I played along and asked, "Really? Where is it?"
She pulled me to the chicken coop and pointed at the empty ground. "Right here."
I wondered: Is this just "nonsense," or is she weaving her dreams into reality?
I followed her logic and asked where the egg went. She tilted her head and thought for a moment. "The ants carried it away."
I quickly added, "I laid a red egg last night, too. It was as big as a lantern!" Sesame froze for a second, then burst into laughter. She was so satisfied to have found a "soulmate" that she stuck by my side all afternoon.
After a nap, I found her crouching in the corner. She said, "I’m listening to the ants sing."
I knelt down beside her. I remembered the core of Laughter Yoga: Laughter needs no reason; you just have to choose to believe. I tilted my ear and said, "I hear it too. The King Ant sounds like a pig grunting, the thin-waisted one has a sharp, high voice, and the one running back and forth sounds a bit raspy." Sesame nodded excitedly, her smile radiant.
In that moment, I really did hear it. It wasn’t my imagination, and I wasn't just playing along. When you choose to believe, a fake laugh becomes a real one, and "pretending to hear" becomes "actually hearing."
I heard Sesame’s laughter, and it was louder than any ant.
I envy Sesame’s joy. It doesn't matter what she becomes in the future. What matters is that she has a romantic childhood. To have a childhood where you lay blue eggs and hear ants sing—that is true happiness.
日期 Date：30 March 2026
時間 Time: 14:11pm
圖 Picture: 人工智豆 (Ai-Bean)
文 Write. 東加豆 (Tonkabean)
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