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第一次见他时,他躺在病床上,黝黑清瘦,眼睛却炯炯有神。就在一个星期前,市里的一栋居民楼因电线老化发生了火灾,作为消防员,他第一时间带队冲了进去,差点就没出来。我作为报社记者被派去采访他。“林蛾先生,你好。嗯,你的名字很特别啊!”我闲聊着。“每个人都这样问我,”他微笑着打开了话匣子,“母亲生我时难产,父亲按村里的迷信说法在床前点一盏灯,孩子看见亮光便知道路在哪里。那时一只蛾子飞过来,
When he first met him, he was lying in his bed, dark and thin, his eyes sparkling. Just a week ago, a residential building in the city had a fire due to the aging of the wires. As a firefighter, he led the first time into it and almost did not come out. I was sent to interview him as a newspaper reporter. ”Mr. Forest moth, hello, ah, your name is very special! “ I chatted. ”Everyone asked me this way,“ he smiled and opened the chatterbox. ”When my mother gave birth to me, my father gave birth to a lamp in front of the bed according to the superstition in the village. When the child saw the light, he knew where the road was. When a moth flew over,