霏霏的春雨止住之后,柠檬色的初夏便进驻小楼,所有门窗都流荡着翡翠般的音乐。穹苍是和风驶着云帆的舞台,每一风回蓬转,阳台下的水松,便都举起新枝欢迎。我在小楼等待夏的脚步,谛听几时出现早唱的蝉韵,或是夜半的蛙鼓。但一切依旧沉静, After the lingering spring rain stopped, the lemon-colored early summer entered the small building. All the doors and windows were embellished with emerald music. The vastness of the sky is the stage where the winds and winds sail towards Yunfan. With every wind retreating, the pine trees under the balcony are lifted with new branches. I waited in the small building to wait for Xia’s footsteps and listened to the sound of morning chanting, or the frog in the middle of the night. But everything is still quiet,