Feeling the end of the light

There is an animal, even if you know that you are waiting for your own death, you must take care of yourself and burn your own brilliance. -Inscription

The favorite thing is that the summer night is quietly alone. The grandfather is in the countryside. There is a small river flowing in front of the house. There is a clump of green clover on the riverside. The breeze passes, and the wind bends. A tribute to the waist, a small white bridge across the river, connected to two villages. My grandfather hurts me. In order to make me happy, I have a swing in the yard. I also use the four-leaf clover to face the river in front of the door.

On summer nights, a group of fireflies often appear on rural rivers. On a quiet summer night, flashing and flashing seems to be waiting for the late returnees. The four-leaf clover on the river exudes a fresh breath. Naughty, I called my grandfather, took a piece of useless cloth, secretly stood by the river, catching fireflies one by one, sometimes not catching myself but throwing myself into a stable, but smelling the fragrance of the earth. After catching the fireflies, I folded the four corners of the cloth and left a place that looked like a drop of water to put the fireflies. Soon, the bags lit up. I held them like a little lantern when I was playing in the Spring Festival. After a while, the "lanterns" were gone. I was very surprised. I called my family loudly. My family told me that the life of the fireflies was very short. Short-lived to only one night of light. I don't know what it is like in my heart. Later, I want to understand: the reason why fireflies will release their brilliance at night is because they know that life is fleeting, even if they know that they can't escape the fate of death, they should bloom.

At that moment, my world blossomed in spring, because it made me understand that life is as short as its life, but people should be as good as it is.

The third day: bonfire blue