秋虫唧唧的叫鸣,把个初秋的夜晚闹腾得丰腴而清凉。不是一颗枯叶上的露珠,我也沉浸于如此浓稠却又轮廓分明的夜晚——像是有人握着橹,在墨绿色的水面摇落起一片一片珍珠似的水声。一整个夏天,就是在它们的鸣叫声中过去了;我经历的那些不算短的岁月,就是在它们的鸣叫声中过去了。那些唧唧声,好似就是时间的一种比 Chopper chirp called Ming, early autumn night to make abundance and cool. Not a dew on a dead leaf, I was immersed in such a thick but well-defined night - like someone holding a shudder, shaking a pearl-like underwater sound over dark green water. All through the summer, the sound of their chirping passed away; the short days I had experienced were over in their chirping. Those chirps, it seems, is a ratio of time