现在是北京时间19:20,星期五。距音乐会开始还有十分钟,平时我本该在家奋笔疾书写周末作业的,然而今天不是这样。我正轻松地雀跃在通往中山陵森林音乐会的路上,尽管周围黑漆漆的,有点吓人。路边悦耳的虫鸣,身边时而擦过的飞虫,为这一切添加了神秘的一笔。几乎没什么人,偶尔有人骑着自行车擦过,山林中徘徊着清脆的车铃声。循着沥青路往前走,天越走越黑。前面隐约有些绿光,沿路过去,竟然找到 It is Friday 19:20 GMT. Ten minutes from the beginning of the concert, I was supposed to write a weekend homework at home, but today is not the case. I was feeling relaxed at the pathway to the Sun Yat-sen Forest Concert, albeit a bit scary, in the dark surroundings. Melodious roadside melodious, surrounded by time-flying insects, all add a mysterious sum. Almost no one, occasionally someone rubbed a bike, wandering in the mountains crisp car ringtones. Follow the asphalt road forward, the sky goes darker. In front of some vague green, along the way, even to find