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当冬末的梅花初绽,冬天与春天又走近了一步;当手中的线轮转动几圈,风筝与天空又走近了一步;当浪花努力爬上浪头,天与水又走近了一步……可我不是冬梅,不是风筝,也不是浪花。我只是一只小小的蝉,一只在黑暗中默默度过了17个春秋的幼蝉。如今将是我在地下度过的最后一个月。我构想着外边的大千世界:蚂蚁们曾经告诉我
When the end of the winter plum blossom, winter and spring and walked a step closer; when the hands of the wire wheel turns a few laps, the kite and the sky came a step closer; when the waves struggled to climb the waves, heaven and water and walked a step closer ... But I’m not Dongmei, not a kite, nor a spray. I was just a little cicada, a young cicadas who had silently spent 17 years in the darkness. Now it will be the last month I spent in the ground. I conceived the world outside: the ants once told me