昨晚做了一个梦,恍惚间回到了儿时的竹床上,悠悠的晚风吹在身上,我又听到了一片鼓噪的蛙声,在夏夜的空气里绵长。我带着一种喜悦,从梦中惊醒,又在城市喧嚣中落寞地躺下。夜,又变得喧闹,难以入眠。蛙声还在我的心底鸣唱,我似乎又看见夏夜的田野里,一束手电筒的光亮在田间晃荡,一个提着小木桶的少年紧紧地跟在邻家大哥哥的后面,少年不时地看看木桶里,停下脚步,安稳一下那些不停蹦跳的泥鳅。大哥哥手里拿着一根竹竿,竿头绑着一把牙刷,只是 Last night made a dream, trance back to childhood bamboo bed, long breeze blowing in the body, I heard a loud noise, in the summer night long in the air. I am with a joy, awakened from a dream, but also lonely lying in the city noisy. Night, has become noisy, hard to sleep. Frog still singing in my heart, I seem to see the fields of summer night, a flash of light shining in the field, a teenager carrying a small barrel tightly with the neighbors behind the big brother, juvenile from time to time Take a look at the casks, stop and take a steady look at the loach that keeps jumping. Big brother holding a bamboo in his hand, the pole head tied to a toothbrush, but