盛夏的午后,房间里不知从哪里飞进来一只蝉。这只蝉,全身乌黑发亮,稀薄的羽翼上透着明媚的阳光。它扑打着翅膀,没头没脑地在我的房间里飞腾,最后落在我书桌前新栽的吊兰上。这只夏蝉的到来,让我想起在乡下老家的日子。老家的屋后有片小树林,杂生着各种树木。每到盛夏时节,树冠像绿伞在屋顶上撑起,把细密的 Summer afternoon, the room I do not know where to fly in a cicada. This cicadas, shiny black body, thin wings revealing the bright sunshine. It fluttered wings, unthinking in my room soar, and finally fell on my desk newly planted spider plant. The arrival of this summer cicada, reminds me of the days in the country home. Home after the house there is a grove, miscellaneous with a variety of trees. Every summer season, the crown like a green umbrella propped on the roof, the fine