“弟弟,你快来!”他不知在做什么。铅沉沉的云,湿的风吹着人,沉闷,迷蒙,模糊。雨点从叶子上慢慢地一滴滴地挂下地来。地上是潮的泥,没有一丝声息。细细地听,只有泥土在喘气。“什么地方?”弟弟手里拿着装蟋蟀的竹管和蟋蟀草,蹑着脚走来,低 “Brother, you come!” He did not know what to do. Plumb cloud, wet wind blowing people, boring, misty, fuzzy. Rain drops dripped from the leaves slowly. Mud on the ground is tide, no trace of sound. Listen carefully, only the soil is breathing. “Where? ” My brother’s hand holding crickets of bamboo and cricket grass, stomping feet, low