Chapter 55 moths and bats

When I lived in the country, I used to take early morning walks in the woods. It is not uncommon to find dead insects, especially moths and beetles, scattered on the forest floor, always falling around the lampposts, presumably as a result of the violent fire fighting of the previous night. The moths have colorful wings, and the beetles are shining emerald green, which is shocking on the gray soil: life is so short and fragile, and it ends after a fire ceremony. "There is neither reward nor joy for fighting the fire so violently, even losing their lives. Why do they have to fight the fire for generations?" When I think of this, I can't help but feel pity.

There is an enthusiastic old man on the mountain who volunteers to clean the path in the forest every morning.He told me that there was a dustpan for the corpses of moths and beetles that he swept up every day, and he buried the corpses under the phoenix tree, so that the phoenix flower would bloom fiery red every year.In addition to insects, the old man said: "A few bats are found every day!" "Why are there bats on the ground?" When you make a mistake, you will hit a tree." The old man said with great emotion that bats flying in the forest avoid hitting trees all the time, but occasionally they accidentally hit trees.The colorful moth, which was also flying in the forest, tried to fight the fire again and again until it died.How cautious the blind bat is, how unscrupulous the sighted moth is! "It would be great if the eyes of the bats were brighter and the eyes of the moths were brighter!" said the old man.

I went home along the mountain road swept by the old man, and there were traces of a newly swept bamboo broom on the road, and the air in the forest exuded the fragrance of flowers and plants. I thought that those who walk this road later must not be able to imagine that just now, there were many colorful moths and many golden chafers on the ground, because of some kind of unknowable and incomprehensible beliefs, they bumped into each other. Died in the woods.Or, a bat or two accidentally knocked down. Bats are born with an amblyopia blind spot, which makes it happen to encounter disasters in life.

Moths are born with the habit of jumping into flames, which makes them inevitably end up in flames. Between chance and necessity, life is such a sigh!If a bat's eyes were as bright as a moth's, and the moth's habits were as cautious as a bat's, how wonderful it would be! People who live between heaven and earth are fortunately not bats or moths, but they inevitably have the blind spot of hitting trees and the persistence of fighting fires. They always have to go through many collisions and burnings before they can open their eyes and be careful. When we think about the reason why bats crash into trees and moths into flames, we realize how pitiful those who are still crashing into trees and flames are.

While drinking tea in the afternoon, looking at the hard sunshine in spring, I was still thinking, if only bats and moths were willing to fly in the sun.