未赏荷香，夏就接近尾声了。偶尔走进僻静的巷子里，我还能够听到秋虫不绝于耳的叫声。这叫声，象是开启了记忆的门，让我怀念起不少的事情来。 儿时远在平顶山的姑姑家求学，当时不过十一二岁光景，不识乡愁。每天上完了课就和小伙伴在偌大的操场边的花坛里掐指甲花捉蝴蝶。只 Did not enjoy incense, summer is coming to an end. Occasionally walked into the secluded alley, I can hear the endless shouts of insects. This sounds like a door opened memory, so I miss a lot of things. Childhood as far aunt in Pingdingshan home school, but then eleven-year-old scene, do not know nostalgia. End of class every day and small partners in the huge playground side of the flowerbed in the henna to catch butterflies. only