In the summer morning, my mother went to pick vegetables in her garden. On both sides of the long path, there are wild flowers and weeds, and the petals and tips of the leaves are covered with crystal dew. Naughty dew will inadvertently wet your feet, cover your skirts, and bring people a cool feeling.
At night, the sky is full of stars. After dinner, hard-working mothers will wash every door with well water and then move out of bamboo beds. After taking a shower, we spread out on the bamboo bed in turn, holding pillows in our hands and chatting about topics of mutual interest. Occasionally, fireflies flew by, and our interest immediately shifted, and several people ran around it to catch up.
When my mother and grandmother are busy with housework, they will sit next to us, shake the cattail leaf fan to drive away mosquitoes for us, and tell us how to identify the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl, or tell the story of the Goddess Chang'e flying to the moon and the Eight Immortals crossing the sea again. Life when I was a child was really beautiful!
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Poetry related to fireflies:
1, silver candle cold painting screen, light Luo small fan flapping fireflies. -Autumn Night by Du Mu in Tang Dynasty
In the autumn night, candlelight reflects the painting screen and beats fireflies with a small fan.
2, the moon is dark and windy, and the fishing lamp is high, and a little firefly is lonely. -check Shen Xing's "boat night book" in Qing dynasty.
There is no moon in the dark night, only the lights on fishing boats, and the lonely lights glow a little like fireflies in the boundless night.
3, low clouds touch the jade dew, early geese touch the golden river. -Early Autumn by Xu Hun in the Tang Dynasty
Residual fireflies inhabit the dewy flowers and plants, and geese fly over the starry sky in early autumn.