一这个夏天,鱼震洋觉得自己一直处在一种暧昧的情绪之中。窗子外面是剪草机轰轰隆隆的震动声。跟随轰隆声飘进房间里的,是割倒后的麦子才会分泌出来的那种植物清香。半个夏天过去了,季节意义上丰沛的雨季即将结束,可期望中的雨水却没有降落多少。不过,靠着人工灌溉,楼下草地里的青草倒是生机蓬勃,一片葳蕤。鱼震洋踱到窗子前,拉开窗子,探出脑袋往下瞅着。在麦田的上空,是会飞着许多鸟的,有麻雀,有燕子,偶尔也会有几只飞不高的鹌鹑。它们在麦田的上方盘旋着,时高时低,翅膀一会是飞速扇动的,一会又紧紧地收拢。它们收拢着翅膀,是为了速度更快地从高空俯冲进麦田里去。只是到现在,鱼震洋 This summer, the fish Zhen Yang feel that they have been in a kind of ambiguous emotions. Outside the window is the rumbling noise of the lawnmower. Follow the sound of the sound into the room, is the kind of plant fragrance that the cut wheat will secrete. Half a summer has passed, and in the seasonal sense, the abundant rainy season is coming to an end, and the expected rainfall does not drop much. However, relying on artificial irrigation, the grass in the grass on the downstairs was full of vigor and vitality. Fish strolled to the window, opened the window and drew his head and looked down. Over the field of wheat, there are many birds flying, sparrows, swallows, and occasionally a few flying quails. They circled above the fields of wheat, high and low, and their wings swirling rapidly for a moment, then tightened again and again. They shoved their wings in order to dive faster into the fields from above. Just now, fish Zhenyang