我还记得很久很久以前那个深蓝色的夜晚。天空只有寥寥疏星,但是有大片大片的萤火虫从芦苇荡里游曳出来,停在夹竹桃上、苍老的树干上、深绿色的荷叶上。绿光绵延成一片森林。哥哥背着我,卷起裤脚,从河水的这头走到那头,荷叶的清香气息铺天盖地地拥抱着我们。我顺着绿光飞行的方向轻轻地把它们握在掌心里,然后小心地丢进只留下一个小洞的纸糊灯笼里。 I remember the dark blue night long, long ago. There were only a few stars in the sky, but large tracts of fireflies dragged them out of the reeds and stopped on the oleander, the old trunk, and the dark green lotus leaf. Green stretches into a forest. Brother carrying me, rolled up trouser legs, this end of the river came to the other end, the fragrance of the lotus leaf embraced us overwhelmingly. I gently gripped them in the palm of my hand in the direction of green flight and carefully dropped them in a paper lantern that left only a small hole in it.