I began to think, when was the last time I saw fireflies? Where is it? I remember the scene, but I can't remember the place and time. The sound of water flowing in the dark night came, and the old water gate made of blue bricks also appeared. It is a water gate that needs to be opened and closed by shaking the handle up and down. The river is not big, the water flow is not strong, and the aquatic plants on the shore cover almost the whole river. It's dark all around, so it's hard to see under your feet when you turn off the flashlight. There are hundreds of fireflies interwoven above the stagnant pool in the Watergate. Fireflies shine on the water like burning Mars.
I closed my eyes and immersed myself in the shadow of memory for a long time. The wind is more real than usual. The wind was not strong, but it left an incredible track when it blew by me. When I opened my eyes, the summer night was a little deep.
I opened the bottle cap, picked out the fireflies and put them on the edge of the water supply tower, which was about 3 cm out. As if the firefly hadn't realized its situation, it swung around the bolt and stopped on the scar-like patent leather. Then I climbed to the right for a while, and after confirming that I couldn't walk any more, I turned back to the left. After that, I spent a lot of time climbing the top of the bolt and squatting there stiffly. Since then, I have been motionless as if I had died.
I leaned against the railing and looked at the firefly carefully. Both fireflies and I haven't moved for a long time. Only the night wind passed us. Zelkova schneideriana rubbed numerous leaves in the dark and rustled.
I have been waiting for a long time. It was a long time before the firefly got up and flew away. It suddenly opened its wings and immediately passed through the railing, and the faint fluorescence slid in the dark. It quickly dragged the halo around the water tower, as if to save lost time. In order to wait for the wind to ease, it stopped for a while and then flew east.
after the firefly disappeared, the track of the light was still imprinted on my mind for a long time. That faint light spot, like a lost soul, wanders in the dark and heavy night.
I reached out my hand into the night several times, but my fingertips didn't touch, and that little light always kept a little untouchable distance from my fingertips.
-Haruki Murakami's Norwegian Forest (translated by Lin Shaohua)
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In Norwegian Forest,
Who gave the firefly to Watanabe as a gift?
what kind of person is he (she)?