倾听,仔细地倾听。我是夏天一个大汗淋漓的疑问。林阴里,落下斑斑点点的光,和粘粘糊糊的蝉鸣,以及丝丝山风的絮语。那是空山深处飘过来的禅境般的悠然.无意之中可以粉碎一个夏日,将炎热稀释,像柔舒的羽毛飘散在林子里。所有郁闷不再衔在夏天嘴里,远离曾经发生的囧事。蝉鸣厚道悠长。蝉鸣恣意响亮。不知夏天有几根肋骨,我在林中,走进夏天的胸部,耳朵咀嚼金嗓子制造的声音。 Listen, listen carefully. I am a sweaty question in the summer. Lin Yin, the specks of light fall, and sticky cicadas, and whistling Shan Shan whisper. That is Zen-like leisurely drifting over the empty mountains, unintentionally smashing a summer, diluting it hotly, like a soft feather floating in the woods. All depressed no longer title in the summer mouth, away from what had happened 囧 thing. Cicadas thick and thoughtful long. Cicadas loudly wanton. I do not know the summer there are a few ribs, I am in the forest, into the chest in the summer, ear chewing golden voice manufacturing voice.