住在乡下的时候,我习惯于清晨在林间散步。时常会发现散落在林间地上的昆虫尸体,特别是飞蛾和金龟子的尸体,总会掉落在路灯杆的四周,想必是昨夜猛烈扑火的结果。飞蛾有着色彩斑斓的双翅,金龟子则闪着翠绿的荧光,在灰色的泥土地上令人心惊:生命是如此短暂脆弱,经过一场火祭就结束了。“这样猛烈地扑火,甚至丧失生命,既没有奖赏,又没有欢乐,为什么它们要这样世世代代地扑火呢?”我一想到这里,就忍不住感到悲悯。山上有一位热心的老 When I was in the country, I was used to walking in the woods in the early morning. Oftentimes, the bodies of insects, especially moths and beetles, scattered in the forest floor will always fall on the streetlight poles, presumably the result of violent fires last night. The moths have colorful wings, and the chafers fluoresce in green, striking on gray earth: life is so short-lived that it ends after a fire festival. “So violently flutter fire, or even lost their life, there is no reward, no joy, why they want to fight the fire from generation to generation it? ” I thought I could not help but feel compassion. There is an ardent old man on the hill