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记忆里的春夏似乎没有一条清楚的疆界,于是脑海里剔除了初夏的片段,留下了绵长的仲夏与难以忘怀的蝉鸣——忘不了被蝉鸣包裹着的夜晚。大约是在5岁那样稚嫩的年纪,黑夜在孩子的眼里总是充斥着稀奇古怪的恐怖元素:月光下张牙舞爪的树影、窗外偶尔传来的奇怪的叫声……这样的夜在那时的我看来实在难以让人安眠。好在,每每盛夏,总有栖息在枝头上的蝉昼夜不息地鸣叫,也不知为何,有蝉鸣的陪伴总让我多几分安心,似乎有蝉鸣的夜里万物都要温柔几分。月色下树影模糊得好看,远方传来悠悠的笛声,蝉依旧扯着它的嗓子歌唱,声音伴着月光向我款款涌来,涌向枕边,涌进了梦乡。
The memory of the spring and summer does not seem to have a clear boundary, so get rid of my mind early summer fragments, leaving a long summer and unforgettable cicadas cicadas - can not forget the cicadas surrounded by the night. About the age of 5 years old, night is always filled with the weird elements of horror in the eyes of children: the shadow of the moonlight claws, the occasional strange cry from the window ... Such a night at that time I think it is really difficult to make people sleep. Fortunately, in summer, there are always cicadas perched on the branches, and they do not know why they are always accompanied by a cicadas. I feel relieved that everything in the night should be gentle . Under the shadow of moonlight fuzzy look good, far came a long flute, cicada is still pulling its throat singing, the sound came to me with the moonlight, flock to the pillow, into the sleepwalking.