四月的一个下午,蝗虫来了,那时土地干旱,玉米杆上的穗子都枯萎了。从远处看,那蝗虫就象弥漫在低空中的一片烟云。转眼间,就飞到了村子的上空,先是盘旋在竹子和椰子树上,然后越飞越低,飞到了人的头顶,撞在了手上。村里很静,鸡不啼,狗不叫。呼啦——呼啦——呼啦,呼啦——呼啦——呼啦,呼啦——呼啦——呼啦。无数只扇 One afternoon in April, the locusts came when the land was dry and the ears on the corn stalks wilted. From a distance, that locust is like a cloud of smoke filled in low altitude. Suddenly, flew over the village, first hovering over bamboo and coconut trees, and then fly lower and lower, flew to the top of the head, hit the hand. The village is quiet, chicken does not cry, the dog does not call. Hula - Hula - Hula, Hula - Hula - Hula, Hula - Hula - Hula. Countless fans