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蝉的语言初夏,当我走进树林里,听到树梢间有一种高亢的声音,如激越的琴声,不住地飞洒下来。我会情不自禁地停下脚步,抬头向枝叶深处望去。我的眼睛打探每一个树枝,很难找到一只蝉的身影子,只闻初夏,当我走进树林里,听到树梢间有一种高亢的声音,如激越的琴声,不住地飞洒下来。我会情不自禁地停下脚步,抬头向枝叶深处望去。我的眼睛打探每一个树枝,很难找到一只蝉的身影子,只闻其声,不见其影,我认定蝉是神秘之物。树叶越来越浓密了,吸纳阳光的热度,反射着令人眩目的光芒。暴雨光顾森林,无所顾忌地笑语喧哗。我担心蝉声会被淹没,没有蝉鸣,一个悄无声息的夏季是多么令人乏味的。
Cicada’s language early summer, when I walked into the woods, I heard a trembling voice among the treetops, such as agitated piano sound, do not live to fly down. I can not help but stop and look up to the depths of branches and leaves. My eyes explored each branch, it is difficult to find the shadow of a cicada, only smell the early summer, when I walked into the woods, heard a trembling voice among the treetops, such as agitated piano sound, live to fly Down. I can not help but stop and look up to the depths of branches and leaves. My eyes explored each branch, it is difficult to find the shadow of a cicada, only heard the sound, disappeared, I found the cicada is a mystery. The leaves are thicker, absorbing the heat of the sun, reflecting the dazzling light. Rainstorm patronize the forest, cynical laughter noises. I’m worried that the cicada will be overwhelmed, cicadas, how boring a silent summer can be.