夏季如火。浓重的山岚模糊了远处的群山,进入眼底的只是灰蒙蒙的轮廓,夏季的阳光泻得猛、来得硬,照在身上热辣辣。夏季如歌,以知了、蛐蛐、蝈蝈为代表的歌唱家们,从早上便不知疲倦地唱着,为生命而歌。在一个偏坡上,一群农民工兄弟手执涮刀,正在给去年定植的思茅松砍除杂草,进行幼苗抚育。涮刀闪过,一片片杂草伏倒,唰唰的声音此起彼伏,响成一片。我坐在不远处的树荫里,无聊寂寞地苦熬着时间。就在我顺着山路挪动地点时,忽然听到一阵小鸡的叫声,我知道不会是家鸡, Summer fire. Thick mountains blur the mountains in the distance, into the eyes of only the gray outline of the summer sunshine diarrhea fierce, hard, according to the body hot. Songs of summer, known to, singer, 蝈 蝈 as the representative of the singers, from morning tireless singing, singing for life. On a sloppy slope, a group of peasant-worker brothers manipulated shashui knives and weeds were cut off from the weeds cedar that were planted last year. Shabu-shan flashed, a piece of weeds fell, the sound of staggering one after another, ringing. I sat in the shade not far away, boring boring lonely time. While I was moving down the mountain road, I suddenly heard a chick’s cry, I know it will not be a chicken,