Charming moonlight quietly falls on my shoulder, gently kisses my face and touches my eyes.
I can't help looking up at the bright moon. Fireflies passed quietly, and unconsciously, my memories of this season were aroused.
Fireflies met for the first time because they were ignorant when they were young. Quiet and soft summer nights, I am naive and naughty, and I always like to haunt my grandfather. Grandpa always holds me lovingly and says with a smile, "Qing Er, be good!" Grandpa took Xiao Qinger out to play ... "
Walking on the endless field road, a pair of big hands covered with thick calluses are holding a pair of tender little hands, and the figure of one height is gradually elongated by the bright moonlight. Moonlight kissed the earth, cicadas danced with Xia Chan, playing a cheerful movement. In the distance, the faint green light flickered in the grass, and the green light gradually became clearer and clearer. I listened and watched all this in surprise, pulling my grandfather's skirt and asking him what the green light was in a childish voice. Grandpa looked at the green light, then at me, gently scraped my nose, carried me into the grass, pointed to the source of the green light and said with a smile, "Qing Er is so nice!" Qing Er, the green light you see is fireflies! Legend has it that fireflies ... "
At that moment, I was still surprised to see that the green light didn't know what my grandfather said. Memories of childhood loom in front of my eyes, and my ears are still echoing with words that inspired me at a loving and vigorous moment. "No matter how dark the bustling world is, no matter how bumpy the journey of life is, as long as I believe in fireflies, light and hope are just around the corner ..."
How many days and nights, how many times fireflies passed by. When haze and darkness invaded, I just looked up with tears, said goodbye to fireflies and smiled. Because now I have lost my childish wings, and I gradually understand the meaning of seeing fireflies again every night.
"If life is just like the first sight, why draw a fan in the autumn wind?" A tear fell without hesitation. Before my eyes, I unconsciously saw my grandfather's appearance. I reached out to shake his hand, only to find that everything was empty and unreal.
I vaguely remember last summer, the gardenia in the yard was covered with branches, and I was waiting in the hospital with my father and gardenia in my arms. The first time I saw grandpa's swollen belly, I couldn't help crying. I knew at that time that my grandfather was seriously ill, but he still smiled at me and let me go to college with peace of mind. At that time, I was wandering on the edge of my dream. My heart is broken by the present situation of life, and my eyes are dim. It's grandpa's words, let me set sail again and move on. If I had known that this meeting was a farewell in the future, I would have said, "Grandpa, Qing Er has come to see you! You said that where there are fireflies, there is light and hope. I will smile and stare. Goodbye fireflies are always around. Fireflies warm my heart with a faint green light and let it flow forever ... "
Fireflies full of light and hope sweep away the haze in their hearts and eyes. Grandpa has left me now, and I have watched every moment of fireflies together. I know it is the purest and warmest light and hope in the world.
The road of life is long, and it is difficult to predict. At this moment, in the face of all this, goodbye fireflies, I quietly stared at the stars and smiled happily. ...
Prose reading about fireflies: fireflies 2
"Yi yi and Juan Juan, the bamboo forest by the pond. Fly around with fire, but gather without smoke. The light rain can't be extinguished, and the breeze is burning. Like the old book, it hangs frequently. " If I don't specify, do you know the answer to this poem is firefly?
Tiny and faint fireflies glow spontaneously. According to ancient records, fireflies are rotten grass. Although they grow on the grass, they look inconspicuous, but they are very clean. They are reagents for environmental advantages and disadvantages, and also indicator species for ecological protection. They demanded the high purity of nature, and they didn't agree at all. Where the pollution is serious, there is no trace of them. This is more like a quality. It refuses to accept all impurity, preferring to die clean rather than live dirty.
On a summer night, there are stars in the sky and fireflies on the ground. It was originally made in the sky. Now, the stars are still there, and fireflies can hardly be seen. Endless pursuit of rich material life, fireflies have been unconsciously exiled by us. The once familiar shimmer against the wind in the dark has been replaced by colorful neon lights. Insects that once appeared frequently in Tang poetry and Song poetry and various legends can only be found in insect dictionaries now.
In my hometown, just a few decades ago, as soon as we entered the summer night, there were countless elves, carrying blue lanterns, dancing lithe and graceful little lantern dance on the grass tip and under the big tree, which was fascinating. Summer night is beautiful because there are fireflies in the sky and underground, and the stars in the sky are fireflies, but they are afraid of dazzling eyes and dare not fly. Or you can say that part of the star, gently, gently, flew to the ground. Is the earth better than the sky? Why can't you blue light elves be tempted to come down together?
I remember when I was a child, my father and I went to catch fireflies together. We sewed a bag with gauze and hung the fireflies in the bag on the sleeping bed. At night, I let the fireflies out and put them in mosquito nets. It's really full of flashing crystal lights. I want to sleep in the clouds in the sky. When I opened my eyes, there were stars everywhere. But then I fell asleep and woke up the next day to see that all the fireflies died last night.
Emperor Yang Di's discourse system in the countryside is a notorious absurd emperor. However, my father told me that Emperor Yang Di Yang Guang once "asked fireflies to count, travel in the mountains at night, set them free and spread them all over the rocky valley". At that time, I thought Yang Guang was a poet who could write poems and understand beauty. His ideas are full of fairy tales, but history doesn't know him.
I remember the first time I caught fireflies with my father was in the midsummer evening, and we came to the weedy fields by the river. Suddenly, I found that there were many luminous things in the grass, such as light blue, light green and light yellow. No matter what color they are, they are crawling and flashing. My heart beat faster. I squatted on the edge of the grass and counted it. There were about 30 bright spots. So, my hands trembled, slowly groping for these light spots, as if holding a fleshy thing, that is, it. I swished my hand back, spread it out, and approached my eyes, and the light suddenly brightened. "ah! ..... "I couldn't help but shout out, and with a fierce hand, this luminous thing drew a light in the air and fell into the distance. "It's so embarrassing that the little boy is scared." My father laughed at me. Maybe our arrival disturbed these fireflies. They started flying all over the sky, so we beat the fireflies with the cattail fan we carried with us. After these fireflies are photographed on the ground, they usually can't fly for a while. At this time, I am no longer timid, and I can put them into transparent bottles with my fingers like my father. At that time, there were many fireflies, and they could often be put into a shiny bottle in one night. Bottles are as bright as fluorescent lamps and can even be used for lighting. When I got home, I took a firefly out of the bottle and put it in another jar to observe it carefully. Compared with the fluorescent lamp and kerosene lamp, it seems to be frightened. Its head shrank back to the first part of its back, motionless, and its six legs were elegantly arranged symmetrically. There seems to be a sucker under its tail, which is tightly attached to the glass. I turned the bottle upside down and held it in my hand. Its six legs were completely suspended, but its tail was still firmly connected.
I removed the fluorescent lamp, put out the kerosene lamp again, and stared at it closely through the dim light in the room, almost sticking my eyes to the glass bottle. After about 20 minutes, its head slowly sticks out of its condom-like body and looks around like a thief. After making sure there was no danger, it began to crawl around in the bottle. Its head swings up and down and left and right, and its tail emits bright light on both sides. This light is not very rhythmic, sometimes it is very short, just a few seconds, sometimes it lasts for 4 minutes, then it goes out, and then it comes on again after a long time. I suddenly thought of my grandmother, sitting cross-legged in bed at night, occasionally lighting a small kerosene lamp to find something, and then blowing it out quickly. This little guy is not as frugal as my grandmother, is he? What is this for? I put my finger into the bottle and touched the firefly gently. It tightened its head like a turtle and its body remained motionless. The light on its tail was several times brighter than usual, and then gradually weakened. I looked at the time, and the luminous time was two and a half minutes. I touched it again, and its light increased rapidly and then went out slowly. It seems to answer or respond to me. I think there must be an interaction and tacit understanding between it and me. What is the profound meaning of this insect living in harmony with people?
In order to worry about the loneliness of fireflies, I put some full fireflies in a jar and picked some small snails from the nearby wall. I put some "little cowboys" in one of the cans. Soon, the arrival of "little cowboys" activated these guys who had just been frightened and shrank their heads. They stuck their heads out and swayed up and down, and found these slow tourists very accurately. They are biting snails, dragging the small snails trying to escape backwards, and some fireflies begin to rob others of their hard-earned food. The scene is very chaotic. A firefly even climbed backwards to the wall of the glass bottle and enjoyed a big meal. The guy below is salivating and looking forward to "eating". I very much doubt the description of fireflies preying on snails in 100,000 Why. These guys are selfish, and some even compete for four or five snails. How can they invite their companions generously? I put out the light gently and my family fell asleep. I was the only one who watched these people glow and eat a big meal. The whole glass bottle was dyed bright green. It's amazing! I think I found a door, through which I can see a bright future.
I'm curious about light. I want to find out the wonderful luminous function of these little guys. As a bug, the meaning of its existence is to eat, grow and prevent being eaten. I think cold light must have a subtle relationship with these three. First of all, is it for the first place to eat? Now I know that they like to eat tame snails, but don't they shine when they eat other things? Suppose it glows to lure prey and then eat these unlucky ghosts, then how do you know other creatures attracted by fireflies? Through the experiment of releasing fireflies in the wild, I soon found that fireflies are not interested in mosquitoes, rice planthoppers, grasshoppers, ants and other insects, but these insects are deeply fascinated by the light emitted by fireflies. Stick tightly around fireflies. Fireflies, on the other hand, refuse to eat these easily available bugs and are only interested in small snails. This undoubtedly proves that fireflies do not shine to lure prey, because snails are not interested in these lights, otherwise they would have been deeply desperate because of their traps.
If fireflies don't glow to lure prey, what is it for? I think it must shine for a purpose, otherwise it would be a waste of energy. Know that light is also a kind of energy! Later, I checked the information and finally understood the meaning of fireflies. It turned out that it was saying, "Fuck you, salted duck and smelly monkey, I'm not easy to mess with." I decided to give up exploring the reasons why fireflies glow, which have been confirmed by foreign scientists. What's the point of me doing it again? But I think the charming light of fireflies has penetrated my heart, and I want to be with them.
But now where can we find the so-called "Machi Deer Farm" in the Book of Songs? What about the fireflies that are not terrible? Because with the overuse of pesticides, various fertilizers are put into the land, and the harsh environment caused by water pollution, fireflies are almost hard to find. Is the idyllic life represented by fireflies really gone forever?
By chance, I was very lucky to meet them unexpectedly in the mountainous area of western Henan, and then I was addicted to its mysterious beauty. It was an evening in June 2007, and I was on my way to Randeng Temple. It was the weekend, and many people rushed to burn incense and make wishes. A young girl on the roadside shouted "Let's go to Randeng Temple to see fireflies" and sang "fireflies, fireflies, fly slowly ..." On the hillside not far from Randeng Temple, there was a stream with many fireflies with black wings flying out. The flash is slow and dreamy. Walking south along Randeng Temple, many fireflies can be found in the depths of bamboo forests. I wonder if monks watch fireflies. Perhaps in ancient times, when many monks were penalizing, fireflies could give them some inspiration. The mountain where Randeng Temple is located is said to have a Buddha's light, which is said to be seen only by a predestined relationship. Fireflies are common, but most people turn a blind eye. Buddha's light and fluorescence are the same, both of which can purify and comfort impetuous people. Buddha's light illuminates the earth, and fluorescence illuminates the soul.
Whenever I am impetuous, eager for success and insatiable, I must come to see fireflies. These faint flames can make my heart cold and calm.
Prose reading about fireflies: fireflies iii
I haven't seen fireflies for a long time. Since I left my hometown and lived with my parents in the city, I'm afraid to think about how long I haven't seen them. The days without snow are slowly numb, and the days without fireflies always feel a little wronged, thinking that they will come back sooner or later, so they have been gathering courage to wait. Just like a prodigal son who left his parents' wings, a prodigal son who left his hometown has been rolling in the long river of years. He will always be attached to his hometown, everything will change, and he will only be infatuated with his hometown. This is a permanent attachment from the outside to the inside, and you just like it without any reason.
I like fireflies as much as I like my hometown. This kind of affection is innate. Fireflies, like fairies coming out of the mythical palace, are elegant and modest, flying in the grass on the riverbank of their hometown. A dark and quiet night. The twinkling sky is as bright as the milky way. Although its light is not as dazzling as the stars and the moon, it always makes people feel beautiful and infinitely attached.
The life of fireflies, like cicadas, has experienced ups and downs, and the Monkey King has experienced 72 transformations. Eggs first become larvae, then pupae, and finally from pupae to beautiful adults. Their life span is only two years. Before pupation, most of them lived in dark and humid mud, grass and caves. In the most beautiful period of glamorous life, the average life expectancy is only one week. The shortest is three to five days, and the longest is only about twenty days. Noble adults, like cicadas, only drink a little dew before the end of their lives. But they have their own merits, one is ambitious and stands tall; A low-key harmony, purity and purity among the people.
If cicada is a singer who sings heaven and earth during the day, fireflies are dancers who surprise Xinghan at night. "During the day, cicadas sing trees, and at night fireflies drop their curtains." Fireflies are not afraid of darkness. When all is silent, they always charge with their heads held high. They are most active at 7: 00 am, 9: 00 am, 12: 00 am and 3: 00 am.
In the Ming Dynasty, Ye Shu said, "I suddenly went around the fence and flew from the well; The rain is hazy and the shadow is still small. " Small fireflies feed on the flesh of mollusks such as snails, and their favorite habitats are warm, humid and watery grasslands, fenced yards, wells, gullies and reeds. Those fireflies flying around in various postures are really male insects. The poor female worm has no wings, empty ambition, and can't fly freely. She can only stay quietly where no one patronizes and shine her own light. But if there are fireflies wandering, the trees and silver flowers are not dissatisfied, the pearls are burning, and large areas are like starlight. A firefly is like an ever-burning lamp, charming and enchanting. Imagine 10 thousand Qi Hui, what a spectacular scene it would be?
Yang Di, a dissolute emperor who likes to be brave and show off, can't resist the temptation of firefly amorous feelings. He even sent people everywhere to find the ultimate catch for fun. He once got a few fireflies in the Jinghua Palace in Luoyang, and "the mountains are full of rocks and valleys at night" makes people linger. Fireflies instantly build their nests and shine, and the rocky valley suddenly turns into a sea of fire in the Wang Yang. What is it like? He is not satisfied, and his enjoyment here is not enough. He also built a "firefly house" in Jiangdu, which led to a sharp decline in fireflies everywhere. Li Shangyin wrote in Sui Palace: "The firefly has gone, has left the wind and frost grass, and is still among the weeping willows and crows." What I'm talking about is that before he died, he lost his life, didn't cherish his life, abused the people's financial resources, and made the people miserable. He finally caused chaos in the world and was killed by his subordinates, becoming another monarch after Chen Houzhu. After his death, he didn't even have a decent coffin, or Hou Yaozong and officials around him pulled down a broken bed board to make a small coffin and buried it secretly.
Fireflies, as messengers of the dark road. Whether it is sunny or sunny, windy or rainy, it will always rise suddenly in the dark. "Rain sends flowers and it is easy to fall at dusk". Even if it meets yellow rain, you can see the extraordinary figure of fireflies. Flowers bloom and fall, rain or shine. When the silk rain meets the phoenix tree at dusk, it is mostly a series of melancholy. After a few cups of sadness, I looked up inadvertently and suddenly caught a glimpse of the stars in the sky, revealing a thin shadow and being ecstatic. How can it not be shocking? All the troubles were washed away by their beautiful figures.
Fireflies are weak and light, but their light is not diminished. It's hard to get an adult body. They never fear the passage of life, do not enjoy it, and do their best to dedicate their last life to shine their last light and heat. Wan Li is in the sky, and the stars and the moon are hidden. At this time, fireflies are everywhere, just like during the day. Che Yin in Jin Dynasty became the first person who made good use of his special light and helped him achieve great success. Although he is poor, he is busy farming during the day and can only accompany him at night, but he has no money to buy oil at home. In order to save money on lighting oil, he made a cloth bag out of transparent silk, put dozens of small fireflies he caught in a perforated bag, and decided to study hard by the light of fireflies. They accompanied each other and eventually became a knowledgeable person. I have made great achievements in my life, from an official to a national general, the prefect of Xing Wu, and the Minister of Finance.
I prefer watching fireflies dance on a moonlit summer night to a rainy evening. Memory, like ivy, is full of magic, which suddenly turned my thoughts to childhood. At that time, lying in grandma's arms, I looked up at Han Yin as if he were reading Tang poetry, and looked up at fireflies and lanterns as if he were ordering Song lyrics. You can't arrest everything in front of you, but you can see it as an opening and a closing.
When I was a child, I always wondered why they appeared in the dark, where they came from, where they lived, what they ate and what they played. Grandma was shocked by my question, but she answered it cleverly. I can't help but respect them Grandma said they were changed by our ancestors. Maybe your great-grandfather and great-grandmother were among them. I'd rather believe with a grain of salt that what I said is true.
She said that they came out at night because they were afraid that you children would lose your heads and find the way home, so they had to follow all the way and send you all home, so that they wouldn't get lost and adults wouldn't worry about not finding you.
Are they only good for children? What about adults? I kept asking.
For adults, adults are afraid of the dark and can't find their way home. When they are in a bad mood, fireflies will fly to them and dance happily with them. When adults are lonely, they will fly into mosquito nets to see if they are asleep and flap their wings to make them happy.
Indeed, fireflies are so considerate. They once lit up my childhood, and because of their light, I went home safely in countless nights. At that time, we were not like children now. The repeated bombing of mobile phones, televisions and computers has taken away countless pairs of eyes curious about nature. Our favorite game at that time was hide and seek. In order not to be discovered by our partners, the hidden places become more and more bizarre and unpredictable. What pigsty, cowshed, haystack in the field, gloomy bamboo forest and other places that no one dares to set foot in are all our camps for defeating the enemy. If it weren't for their concern, we wouldn't have such great courage; If it weren't for the war lights in front of them, we don't know how many "mine bombs" would break through the sewers of pig manure and cow dung; If it weren't for their affectionate and dedicated guidance, how could there be so much light and color in my childhood?
I lost touch with them when I left my hometown. I know that they are born unwilling to advocate wealth and prosperity, and they don't like to devote themselves to the bustling city. I only like remote places. There is their real root, the original site of life. They don't compete with neon lights, LED lights and cities. They only love fields, beaches and the poor.
This is a Yulin native, one of the three outstanding figures in the Qing Dynasty, and one of the founders of Zeng Guofan's Xiang Army Water Army. He doesn't like wealth, quiet colors and high position. Six resignations and retirements. When it comes to the promotion and title of officials, they dare not refuse in all aspects, and will only give orders when the country is in danger. He doesn't want all the important positions that others dream of to be hard to find, such as Anhui Governor, Eight Provinces Cao Zheng, Ministry of War Assistant Minister, Bombing Minister, Ministry of War Shangshu, Governor of Two Rivers, and Minister of Trade and Industry in Nanyang. He only likes to do things that others look down upon, the most tiring, bitter, unprofitable and unprofitable things. If senior officials don't do it, they will donate all their wages for military expenses. "I started with a poor man, and I am willing to come back with a poor man." I have been poor all my life, awake all my life and working hard for my country. When I was old, I returned to my hometown Hengyang as a civilian. After his military career, he wrote poems and painted plum blossoms, and painted tens of thousands of plum blossoms in his life. Others say that he paints like Zheng Banqiao and fights like Zhou Gongjin. After several years in officialdom, it is difficult to find a clean government.
I have a client like fireflies. At that time, I lived in a leaky house and worked hard in Guangdong. I finally got a career, but I retired to my hometown. Everyone laughed at him, saying that he was a fool who refused to pay a high salary and insisted on going back to the poor countryside, which could not open up any future.
He said frankly that he had been living in the cracks for ten years. In reality, you are fighting to the end to make him understand that he can no longer overdraw his limited life with secular standards. He wants to do his favorite thing in the most beautiful years, instead of earning all his money for himself. He said that he had contacted two former college classmates and planned to invest and build a factory in his hometown Honghu, so that Hong Hushui could go abroad. Someone gave them fresh-keeping technology for free, and let them put the lotus root, lotus flower and lotus root bud of Honghu Lake on the market in a fresh way, so that people can eat lotus-related foods with fragrant fragrance every day. All three people have lofty aspirations and are willing to devote all the light and heat of the rest of their lives to the development and construction of their hometown. I felt very shocked after listening to it. I didn't expect to have such a maverick expert around me. I can't calm down for a long time.
It is said that the value of life lies not in its length, but in its accumulation. Even a glimmer of light can light up the sky and bless all beings.
Following the light of fireflies, I returned to my hometown after a long separation. They are there, and the light source is there; Here they come. Everything is here.