四月初的一个夜晚,在离我家不远的池塘中开始奏出一种尖厉、颤抖的乐曲。乐曲声甜润,含有一丝淡淡的哀怨,它持续了整个夏天,直至太阳或者土地把池塘中的水全部吸干。成百上千只青蛙,这些小小的歌唱家,你不知它们藏身在何处。它们从冬日的昏睡中苏醒,脱离塘底沉积的淤泥,它们还能恢复那借以相互致意、相互交谈的细小而又清脆的嗓音吗?或者它们的复苏、逃离滑腻的塘底只是为了用奇异的乐曲来翻搅 One night in early April, a sharp, trembling song began to be found in the pond not far from my house. The sound of music sweet, with a hint of sadness, which lasted until the sun or land all the water in the pond sucked dry. Hundreds of frogs, these little singers, you do not know where they are hiding. Will they wake up from their winter drowsiness and get rid of the silt deposited on the ponds, and will they be able to restore the small, crisp voice that greet each other and talk to each other? Or their recovery from the slippery bottom of the pond only for the odd Music to stir