八月的骄阳烧烤着演兵场。将士们挺胸立正,纹丝不动,好似一棵棵挺拔的松树。钢盔下,汗水顺着古铜色的脸庞一滴滴跌落,打湿了厚厚的迷彩服。突然,一只蝉儿“知了,知了”地叫着,落在一名战士的脸上。太阳急红了脸,大叫:“小家伙,别来捣蛋!”“什么捣蛋?”蝉儿回答,“我渴了,来喝树液!……哎呀,这树液好苦,好咸!” The August sun grills the battleground. The soldiers stand upright, motionless, like a tree upright pine. Helmet, sweat down the face down bronze, wet thick camouflage. Suddenly, a cicada child “Known, Knows ” cried, fell on the face of a soldier. The sun greeted his face, shouting: “little guy, do not trick or treat! ” “What trick?” “Cicada replied, ” I am thirsty, to drink sap! Bitter, so salty! "