山乡的夜晚，静悄悄的。 小小的萤火虫，提着一盏小灯笼，飞到东，飞到西，别提多高兴了。 这时，月亮从云朵中钻了出来，在深邃瓦蓝的高空中，看到萤火虫那股高兴劲儿，鄙视油然而生，话儿无法抑制地从嘴里溜了出来：“就那么点儿可怜的光亮，还那样得意，太高傲自大了!” 萤火虫听了，平静且不卑不亢地说：“我当然知道自己的光亮太微弱 The night of Shanxiang is quiet. Little fireflies, carrying a small lantern, flew east, flew to the west, not to mention more happy. At this time, the moon drilled out of the clouds, and in the deep sky of the tile-blue, I saw the fireflies happily, contemptuously and spontaneously, and couldn’t stop it from slipping out of my mouth: "It’s just a little pity. The light was shining, and I was so proud and proud!” The fireflies listened, calmed and said without humility: “Of course I know my light is too weak.