还没来得及去看荷,夏就开始凋零了。白晃晃的日光依然拉得很长,而记忆却如旧胶卷,悬在日光下,一点点地曝光。蝉记忆中的蝉鸣,在夏日,是排山倒海的汹涌。蝉们收紧薄脆透明的羽翼,伏在树干上,躲在树叶间,屏声静气,休养生息。突然,好像有人对着它们挥了挥手中红色的令旗,这一下不得了,惊觉的蝉们个个憋足了劲,拉长了声音,奋力冲向声部的顶点,叫得那么带劲,那么响 Have not had time to see the Dutch, summer began to dying. The shining white sunlight still stretches for a long time, while the memory, like the old film, hangs in the sunlight and is exposed a little bit. Cicadas in the memory of cicadas, in summer, is surging. Cicadas tighten the crisp transparent wings, volts in the trunk, hiding in the leaves, Ping Sheng Jing Qi, recuperate. Suddenly, it seemed as if someone waved the red flag in front of them. This was incredible. All the cicadas kept their feet full, stretched their voices and struggled to the top of the voice, so energetic , So loud