夏天在我的记忆里就是一树树的蝉鸣与绿荫。城市的上空永远笼罩着烟灰色与翠绿色的流光,绵延不绝地从清晨到黄昏流动着,不眠不休,仿佛一个安静又漫长的目光,轻轻掉落在我所有湿热的梦境里。走上前往终点站的公交车,坐在一个靠窗的位置,塞上耳机,闭上眼睛,享受着陈绮贞“旅行的意义”。路边的香樟树每到夏天就变得格外繁盛,那些阳光下的树荫像黏稠的墨汁一样蔓延到街面上,整个城市有一半温柔地藏在高大的树荫下,隔绝了尘世般地安 Summer is in my memory the cicadas and shade of a tree. Over the city forever covered in smoke and emerald green streamer, endless flow from early morning to evening, endless sleep, as if a quiet and long eyes, gently fall in all my hot and humid dreams. Take the bus to the terminal, sitting in a window position, plug headphones, eyes closed, enjoy the Cheer Chen “meaning of travel ”. The camphor tree by the roadside becomes exceptionally prosperous every summer, and the shade of the sunshine spreads like a sticky ink onto the street. Half of the city is gently hidden in the tall shade of the earth, isolated from earthly Ann