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一夏天是从萤火虫尾的一粒光开始的。这光从门前的水沟边升起,飘忽,晶莹。荧荧的微光在夏夜的风中一翕一动,掠过蓬松的草皮,飞向屋后蓊郁的树丛。树林里,漆黑一片,凝重的湿气在草皮上积了厚厚的一层,那光潜进去,弹出来,翻个斤斗,变成了两粒、三粒、四粒,定睛看去, 越看越多,渐渐散布成一片,前后左右,光珠点点,仿佛星汉灿烂的夜空,汪洋恣肆地铺展在我周围。
One summer starts with a light from the tail of a fireflies. This light rose from the ditch in front of the door, drifting, crystal clear. Yingying’s gleam moved in the wind of the summer night, passing through the fluffy turf and flying toward the lush trees behind the house. In the woods, dark, heavy moisture accumulated a thick layer on the turf. The light sneaked in and popped up, turning a bucket, turning into two, three, and four. Look, look. The more it spreads, the more it spreads into a single piece, and it is dotted with light and light. Like the splendid night sky of Xinghan, Wang Yang is spreading around me.