这是一个灰色的黄昏。树枝没有被夕阳浸染的金色光芒,虽然它们也在悠然地招摇着。尖利的蝉鸣从树枝中钻出,搅动着繁乱的心。转眼之间已经是六月了。六月的天空中总是密密地布着一层阴云。就像今天,这么灰暗的天空。高考的陈腐气息沉沉地压在学子们的心上,让天空也满是阴霾。在这样孤独的《六月》,你们暗自 This is a gray evening. The branches are not glittering by the sun's rays, though they are leisurely swaying. Sharp cicadas drilled from the branches, stirring the heart of chaos. It is already in June between now and then. The sky in June is always covered with dark clouds. Like today, so dark sky. The atmosphere of the college entrance examination is breathlessly suppressed in the hearts of the students, leaving the sky full of haze. In such a lonely “June”, you secretly