当太阳开始灼人的时候,树上的蝉便开始了它们经久不息的鸣叫。栖息于树荫之间的歌唱家们不知道哪来的那么一股热情,从早到晚不知疲倦,高亢的歌喉始终那样清脆响亮,仿佛满腹里积贮了很久的情感需要尽快释放似的。我一直不明白, As the sun begins to scorch, the cicada in the tree begins their prolonged tweets. The singers, who inhabit the shade, do not know where they came from. From tireless morning to evening, the high-pitched voice is always crisp and loud, as if the emotion accumulated for a long time needs to be released as soon as possible. I never understand