夜晚,我在灯下写稿,一只飞蛾不停地在我头顶上方飞来旋去,骚扰着我。趁它停在眼前小憩时,我一伸手捉住了它,我原想弄死它,但它鼓动双翅,极力挣扎,我感到一股生命的力量在我手中跃动,那样强烈,那样鲜明!这样一只小小的飞蛾,只要我的手指稍一用力,它就不能再动了,可是那双翅膀在我手中挣扎,那种生之欲望令我震惊,使我忍不住放了它。我常常想,生命是什么呢?墙角的砖缝中掉进一粒香瓜子,隔了 Night, I wrote under the lamp, a moth kept flying over my head, harassed me. While it was resting in front of my eyes, I caught my hand and I wanted to kill it, but it encouraged its wings and struggled so hard that I felt a force of life in my hands as strong and as clear Such a small moth, as long as my fingers a little hard, it can no longer move, but that pair of wings struggling in my hand, the kind of life that I was so shocked that I could not help put it it. I often think, what is life? The corner brick fell into a sweet melon seeds, separated