曾经有个夏夜,我穿过聒噪的树林,蝉的叫声试图淹没这被深蓝色笼罩的幽深的夜。这天,天上的星星忽闪忽闪地眨着,林畔远处传来池塘的蛙鸣,我挪动着脚步走在林间泥泞的路上,仿佛预见了一场不可思议的事。那一年,太阳总是很大,太阳光总是那么强烈,阳光透过树叶留下的光斑深深地映在草地。隔壁的屋子里传出一阵稚气的歌声,映得窗外的石榴有些泛红,而我们却有些困意,沉沉欲睡。手腕上的表还在嘀嗒嘀嗒地走着, There was a summer night, I walked through the noisy woods, cicadas trying to submerge this deep dark blue night enveloped. On that day, the stars in the sky blinked flickeringly. The frogs of the pond came in the distance, and I walked along the muddy road in the forest as if I had predicted an incredible thing. That year, the sun is always large, the sun is always so strong, the sun shines through the leaves of leaves deep reflection in the grass. There was a childlike song in the room next door, some of the red pomegranate reflected outside the window, and we were rather sleepy. The wrist watch is still ticking and walking,