天色暗了下来,整个黄檀硐村都静了。没有汽车喇叭的喧嚣声,更不闻人语响。皎洁的月光像银霜一般,洒进这寂静的村庄中,给这个静谧的小山村披上了一层轻纱。闭上双眼,你只能感受到一丝凉爽的风拂过脸颊,只能听到蝉的鸣叫与蛙的歌唱。“嗞……吱……”这儿的蝉与众不同,它有着属于自己的风格,鸣声嘹亮而又不失优雅。这声声鸣叫真是五花八门,变幻莫测,这一秒听到 The sky darkened, the entire sandalwood village are quiet. No car horn noise, but no smell of human voice. Bright silver moonlight like a general cream, sprinkled into this quiet village, to the quiet village covered with a layer of gauze. Close your eyes, you can only feel a hint of cool wind blowing across the cheek, can only hear the cicadas singing and frog singing. “嗞 ...... 吱 ...... ” Here’s cicadas unique, it has its own style, sounded loud and clear and yet elegant. This vocal ring really varied, unpredictable, this second heard