法布尔:爱虫成痴,不慕权贵这是1894年的一个清晨,第一缕曙光刚刚穿过树丛。在法国的一座偏僻又荒芜的园子里,一位花白头发的老人正蹲在一只大花盆前,入神地观察着一大群昆虫在一棵花树上爬行的壮观场景。当第一条虫子刚刚登上顶端,老人立即用刷子把花树枝条上昆虫的爬行痕迹刷掉,又用抹布小心翼翼擦干净花盆四周,不让这只虫子吐的丝残留在上面。而此时,老人的妻子 Fabre: love insects into idiot, not admirer This is an early morning in 1894, the first ray of light just across the trees. In a remote and barren garden in France, a gray-haired old man is crouching in front of a large flowerpot, observing a spectacular scene of large groups of insects crawling on a flowering tree. When the first insect has just boarded the top, the old man immediately brushes off the creeping traces of the insect on the branches of the flower, and carefully wipes the flowerpot around with a rag to keep the spit of the worm remaining on it. At this point, the elderly’s wife