夏的呼吸是急促的,脚步是匆匆的。而夏夜,却以一种新的态度与劲头,重新拨动琴弦。如果你执着于夏夜空中某些高深莫测的东西,那么你将要用纯洁的心灵耐心与燥热抗争。星星,在乡村的夜空,便是闪烁的灵魂,令人冲动地想去将它们核计出来:“一、二、三、四……”但稀疏的它们却像无理数的终极无限一样,点燃了整块黑 Summer’s breath is rapid, the pace is hurried. The summer night, but with a new attitude and momentum, re-dial string. If you cling to some inscrutable things in summer night sky, you will have to fight patiently with the dry heat with pure hearts. The stars, in the village night sky, are the twinkling souls, impulsively trying to count them out: “One, two, three, four ...” But sparsely they are like the ultimate limit of irrational numbers, lit The whole black