The flow of fireflies intermittently, one light and one extinction, one foot away, the loneliness is not over.
- Tachibana North Branch
The summer had passed a few days ago, and the summer was coming to an end, and this happened to be the best time for Firefly.
According to the Treatise on Grid Objects, fireflies are metamorphosed from rotten grass and rotten bamboo roots. "Rotten grass is fireflies", which means fireflies oviparous.
Perhaps the ancients lacked knowledge, but this feeling of giving things another realm is, in a sense, more special.
The fluorescent flying under the rotten grass illuminates the wanderer's dream of returning home.
When I was young, I liked to cool off on the roof of a bungalow on summer nights. In the north, each bungalow generally has a roof that is smoothed with cement, several are connected together, the steps are in the yard, the grain is usually dried, and the neighbors can chat together in the summer.
In the evening after the summer, I like to go to the river with my friends, or in front of the haystack behind the house, looking for clams and catching fireflies.
Then it is packed in a small cage woven with wheat straw and hung in front of the window, so that all night, fluorescent whispering, into the heart and dream.
Growing up now, the hustle and bustle of the city, the fireflies have not been seen for a long time. The shimmering path of memory, flowing in the sky, is like a strange and long-term dream, occasionally remembering, empty and afraid.
Some people say that the way the fireflies fly is the way home.
In fact, although it is illuminated, it is still difficult to find. It's hard to find that innocence, that simplicity.
Living in this earthly world, we are all busy, busy with emotions, busy with life, but most of us don't know what we are busy with. Many plans became regrets, and many stories left only memories.
Some things really can't stand too much waiting, you know, born like an ephemera, a white colt over the gap, decades of time may be just a moment, can't go back to the past doesn't matter, as long as you can grasp the present, do not live up to you at this time, it is best.
On a summer night like this, go back for a walk, see the fireworks, listen to the familiar sounds of the countryside, and take the road of your hometown.
If the body and mind are settled, life can be safe.