曾经,一逢夏夜,即去湖边遛弯,每挨近黑魆魆的灌林,总禁不住东张西望,朝窸窸窣窣的草丛打听什么……你们在哪儿呢?躲迷藏?还是被风刮跑了?——扳指一算,我至少20余年没见萤火虫了。当我再一次到家乡的郊野,已寻不见它们了。那一盏盏清凉似风的小灯笼呢?那明明灭灭、影影幢幢的小幽灵呢?连续几个夏季,我一无所获。我知道,对水源有洁癖的萤虫,若不在这儿落脚,恐怕城里也就无处投亲了。 Once upon a summer night, that is, go to the lakeside walk, every black forest near the shrubs, could not help looking around, facing the weeds of the bushes what ... ... where are you? Hide or hide? ? - pull a finger count, I have seen fireflies for at least 20 years. Once again I went to the countryside of my hometown and I had found no such thing. That one cool little lantern light like it? That clearly extinguished, the little ghost of the blockbuster? For several consecutive summer, I found nothing. I know that there is no place to vote for fireflies who have a dirty habit of drinking water if they are not here.