一惊蛰的雷声一过,骨头的脆响就如炒豆般,叭叭传来!麦子实在躺不住了,一骨碌爬起来,扭着身子,薅着自己的头发往高里长。它早就想看春天的景了,从晚秋到整整一冬,它一直伏在地面上,伏得腰肢都酸软了。一听到起床的号角,立马像打了鸡血似的,嗷嗷叫着向上蹿!当然,那些蛰伏一季的虫子,也像得了特赦令,一窝蜂地向外挤着,猛不丁撞进了耀眼的阳光里,又顿时傻了,瞎头瞎脑地乱闯着,有的甚至未看清春天的样子,就夭折了。 After a thunderbolt thunderstorm, the bones of the crisp sound like fried beans, loudspeaker came! Wheat could not lie down, a grueling climb up, twisted body, poking his hair to grow tall. It had long wanted to see the spring scene, from late autumn to a full winter, it has been volt on the ground, volts waist and legs are sour. Of course, those insects who hibernated in the seasons also felt like they had pardoned their crowds and fiercely bump into the shining eye. In the sunshine, and suddenly stupid, blind blind chaos break, and some did not even see the spring look, it died.