夏天,“知了——知了——”的叫声从树端响起。听到蝉声,文人雅士又会吟唱起赞美高洁的诗篇,我等普通百姓也从中闻到一股野味清香。我第一次尝到蝉香是在徐州一朋友家的餐桌上。那是一盘冷盘,色黄微黑,一颗颗大如红枣,形同腰果。仔细看看,象知了,却没有翅膀,没有硬壳。我随手挟起 Summer, “Known - Knows - ” sounded from the tree end. Cicada heard, the literati will chant again and again praise the noble poem, I also heard from ordinary people smell of a game. My first taste of cicadas was at a friend’s house in Xuzhou. That is a cold plate, yellowish black, as big as dates, the same shape of cashew. Look carefully, as you know, but no wings, no hard shell. I readily pick up