夏天的傍晚,不知道是谁,为天边涂上了一抹红霞。那灿烂的红霞,映红了半边天,像火烧一样,热烈、奔放而且温暖。天边的红霞渐渐散去,紫色的雾霭(wùǎi)渐渐升起,笼罩(zhào)着这片美丽的森林。夜幕降临了。一颗露珠,悄悄地爬上了草尖儿。起风了,露珠在一颤一颤的草尖儿上,荡着秋千。小草乐了,露珠也乐了。草丛的深处,传来“唏唏嗦嗦”的声音。这断断续续的声音,好像是谁在试探着什么 Summer evening, do not know who, for the horizon painted a touch of Hongxia. That splendid Hongxia, red half the sky, like a fire, warm, unrestrained and warm. Hongxia gradually dispersed the sky, the purple mist gradually rose, shrouded in this beautiful forest. Night falls. A dewdrop, quietly climbed the grass tip children. Windy, dew in the tremble of the tip of the grass, swinging. Little grass, dew is also fun. The depths of the grass, came the “shivering ” sound. This intermittent sound, it seems, who is tempted