一初来乍到,我最先抚摸到的,就是那些叫声。秋虫的叫声。那叫声,软软和和的,热热闹闹的,不曾停歇,无论是晴天,还是阴天,都稠得像一条河流,起伏着流水的旋律。夜晚,那叫声更为明亮,像一天繁星不停地跳跃,上升,继而沉降。我能感觉到,那种此起彼伏的叫声,正透过纱窗,渗过流淌的夜色,浸入我的梦乡,拨响我身体里那根敏感而神秘的琴弦。不然,我怎么会睡得那么踏实?我怕极了出差——再也没有比夜宿外地更为痛苦的事了。再好的床铺,总也不能让我睡个好觉,往往是彻夜失眠。白天呢,虫子们 As soon as I first arrived, the first thing I touched was the cry. Autumn insect calls. That cry, soft and harmony, bustling, never stopped, whether it is sunny or cloudy, are thick like a river, undulating the melody of water. Night, the sound is more bright, like a star constantly jumping, rising, then settling. I can feel the crying one after another, passing through the screens, through the flowing night, plunging into my sleep and ringing the sensitive and mysterious strings in my body. Otherwise, how can I sleep so steadfastly? I am afraid of a business trip - no more painful than overnight lodging. Even the best bed, the total can not let me sleep well, often sleepless nights. During the day, insects