夏夜,不知名的虫子、青蛙蜷伏在月光下的绿野丛中,放开歌喉,这夜就成了它们的世界。凉爽的风,在坡脊、沟底来来回回地撞荡。梁青山老人估摸,那头野猪该出来了。老人把叶子烟杆往腰间一插,一把铁箅子也往腰间一挂,找了根木棍,背了嫩包谷就向后坡走去。恰 Summer night, an unknown insect, frog crouched in the green under the moonlight clusters, let go of the song, the night became their world. Cool wind, in the ridge, ditch back and forth to crash. Liang Qingshan old estimate, the wild boar that came out. The elderly stick to the waist a cigarette butts, an iron shuttlecock also hung to the waist, looking for the root sticks, back to tender slope to the Po Valley walked. just