绿光飞来飞去。它们飞舞着,一道一道碧绿的抛物线。绿光飞得很慢,好象在幽幽地哭泣。忽然又飞快了,聚在一起;又散开了,好象叉笑了,笑得那样轻。绿光纵横交错,织成了一面疏网;忽然又飞向高处,落下来,像一道放慢了的喷泉。绿光在集会,在交谈。世界各民族都有鬼神信仰,“鬼”生活在阴间,暮色四合至鸡鸣以前这段时间,鬼会 Green fly around. They are flying, with a green parabola. Green light is very slow, as if in the faint crying. Suddenly and quickly, together; again, as if fork smile, smile so light. Criss-cross the green, woven into a sparse network; suddenly fly to height, falling, like a slow fountain. Green at the rally, in conversation. All ethnic groups in the world have ghosts and gods, “ghosts” live in hell, twilight quarters to cock before this time,