夜晚,银白的月光洒向大地,把大地照得犹如平静光洁的湖面,静静的,没有一丝涟漪。山野也像一个睡得沉沉的小孩儿,谁都叫不醒它。“知了——”哦,原来是蝉在合唱。那些在地底下积蓄多年能量的歌唱家,终于在今夜一齐绽放歌喉。它们从来没有配合过,但唱起来却像一个整体。不用领唱,也不需要指挥,那和声如出一体,像不绝的山泉流淌,一首接着一首。它们好像不知疲倦,不想停歇。 Night, the silver moonlight splashed on the earth, the earth shone like a calm and clean lake, quiet, without a trace of ripples. The mountain is also like a sleepy child, no one calls it awake. “Known - ” Oh, it turned out to be a cicadas in chorus. The singers, who have accumulated their energy for many years under the ground, finally burst their voices tonight. They never worked together, but it sings like a whole. Do not lead, do not need command, that harmony as one, like endless spring flowing, one after another. They seem indefatigable, do not want to stop.