虫儿们提着各自光晕微弱的小灯笼,游荡在光的海洋里不知在寻觅什么,薄翼携带起凉丝丝的风拂过脸颊,我想萤火虫的灯笼一定不灼人。在夜晚的公园望见飘舞的光点,欣喜地赶过去,却发现那只是灯光映照下的飞虫,而非多年未见的萤火虫。“外婆,那些发光的是什么?萤火虫吗?”那年夏夜,我趴在外婆家的窗台上,出神地望着田里若隐若现的黄绿色光点。夜幕深沉,依稀能分辨出草叶与稻秆随风摇曳的 The insects wore small lanterns that were faint and hungry. They wandered in the ocean of light and wondered what they were looking for. The thin wings carried cool winds over their cheeks. I think the lanterns of the fireflies must not be scorched. In the night park, I saw the light of dancing, and I was happy to catch it. I found that it was just a flying insect under the light, not a firefly that hadn’t been seen for years. “What’s the glow, fireflies?” On the summer night of that year, I squatted on my grandmother’s window sill and gazed eagerly at the yellow-green spots that loomed in the fields. Deep in the night, it can be clearly discerned that the grass leaves and rice straw sway with the wind