这个夏夜,总算是有了几缕凉爽的风。“唧唧——唧唧——”几声清亮亮的虫鸣传入耳中,循声望去,不知谁家的阳台外挂着一只小小的竹笼。这歌声,来自一只蝈蝈;这歌声,曾经无比熟悉;这歌声,勾起我一段闪亮的记忆……那年,我七岁,暑假伊始,爸爸便送给我一份有生命的礼物——一只蝈蝈。我见到它时,它正趴在竹笼里,怀着几分警惕向外张望。透过缝隙,我好 This summer night, finally has a few strands of cool wind. “Haw - Haw - -” A few clear bright buzz came into the ears, the sound of the show, I do not know who the balcony hung a small bamboo cage. This song comes from a grudge; this song, once very familiar with this song, evoke a glittering memory ... ... that year, I was seven years old, summer vacation, my father gave me a gift of life - a 蝈 蝈. When I saw it, it was lying in a bamboo cage with some vigilance looking out. Through the gap, I am good