开往乡下老家的汽车平稳地驶过一条条充斥着蝉鸣声的林荫小道。我倚靠在车的座位上,沿路稻田里散发出的夏天特有的生机勃勃的气息不时地袭扰着我的嗅觉。我把头侧向窗外,远处蔚蓝色的天空不带一丝苍白,昔日漂泊不定的云儿是否已经驻 The car bound for the hometown of the country runs smoothly through a tree-lined trail of cicadas. I lean on the seat of the car, the summer’s unique, vibrant atmosphere that glows along the rice fields from time to time, haunting my sense of smell. I head out the window, distant blue sky without a trace of pale, wandering uncertain whether the previous cloud