Fan-shaped mountains, terraced fields, the babbling of a beautiful river. This is Firefly Valley. The stage for the firefly feast. In Firefly Valley, I let the bamboo trees swim and I caught a topaz-colored firefly. Fireflies fly from star to star, drawing constellations. Stars also fall in the night sky. Fireflies light up the velvet darkness with a faint light. Their flight of fancies is beautiful and heartbreaking. Dreaming fireflies are ephemeral. Fireflies become stars. They only return to the stars. A bamboo tree that caught a firefly and a star. While hunting fireflies, I gently caught one of the stars and put it in my breast pocket.
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