□ Jin Yi
Returning home in the dark of night, subconsciously stretching out his hand, "ding" pressed the switch, the light was on, the house was suddenly awakened, as a family member's object, immediately appeared to greet, a silent greeting. The home is clear, vivid, warm, and people seem to be embraced by warm affection.
The lamp is the eyes of the home, whether tired or tired, whether it is crooked or distressed, bathed in this gentle as water gaze, the body and mind are relaxed and comfortable, and the pain of life is reduced by half.
With this feeling, the new home decoration, other can be ignored, the lamp to choose their own. Walking into the market, it is like walking into the ocean of lights, dazzling, colorful, dazzling. Names alone, there are chandeliers, wall lamps, floor lamps, table lamps, mirror lamps, door lamps, colored lamps, flower lamps, spotlights, downlights... In short, the big family of lanterns is full of children and grandchildren, and they can't call. I picked the eyes like a beauty pageant, I don't know who to choose, in fact, everyone is very good, beautiful and beautiful, like a glowing flower, decorating the home, sending brilliant light.
Maybe the familiar vision is always ignored, and only when it is used will it be found that the material, light source and shape of the lamp will change so rapidly. If you think about it carefully, the change of the lamp is not reflecting the pace of social development.
I think of a trip back to my hometown in the countryside, visiting my neighbor's house, and finding a lamp made of ink bottles thrown in the corner of the wall, mixed with garbage, covered with a layer of dirty dust, like a dirty, lonely, and fearful former dynasty widow. I picked it up and looked at it, the kerosene had long since evaporated and should have been abandoned for several years. I am very willing to collect it, this kind of "rural souvenir", it is not easy to find now. But I hesitated for a moment, but I put it back in its original place, it was too humble, it belonged to the "road goods", it could not be an heirloom, nor an antique, nor could it enter the museum where the magnificent treasures gathered, and there was no place to house it in my crowded home. Of course, if there is a low threshold of rural living goods showroom, it can barely be placed, it is a historical witness to the rural night.
Looking back, tell me about the night lights of my childhood and adolescence.
The electric lamp invented by Edison, which traveled thousands of miles across the sea, landed in our country, and settled in my village in a queue for nearly a century. As far as I can remember, the telephone poles that often crouched a few sparrows have stood outside the door, and the wires wrapped in a layer of flower skin and dust have passed through the eaves to enter the room, and the light bulbs are hanging on the beams like a duck pear, with a single shadow and a gray face, and the number of luminescence in a year is not as much as the lightning in the sky, basically belonging to the modern ornaments that have no real name and only fruits. At that time, rural lighting basically maintained a pristine environment, relying on the sun during the day and stars and moons coming in from the window at night, and they provided a natural light source without spending money to buy.
There are farmhouse lamps, the most common of which are kerosene lamps, faithfully fulfilling the heavy responsibility of the little messenger of light. Kerosene lamp naturally to burn kerosene, villagers used to call it "foreign oil", before the middle of the last century and the last century, China's domestic worries and foreign troubles, deep disasters, the most important thing is to save the country and survive, basically did not invent anything decent, even many daily necessities are poir, the name prefix is a "foreign" word, such as a small match called "foreign fire", it sounds like the nest is good to use. The rest of his life is also late, when he fell to the ground, he already had domestic kerosene, but it still cost hard-won real money to burn oil. Therefore, as long as it is not a night when you can't see your five fingers, or if you don't have a burning ass, you must do it, even if the house is dark, you are not willing to do it.
Without lights, I wait for the little fart child to feel that the night is not fun, especially the winter night, cold and long, the front of the house and the back of the house are cold and frozen, the fruit trees are bare, it is not worth worrying about, it is better to curl up into the bed early to "hibernate". Adults work hard during the day, and the farm at night is nothing more than husband and wife exchanges, do not light the lamp, talk about the harvest, pull the parents short, scold the village chief, really bored, go to bed and rest.
The production of small oil lamps is convenient, drill a small hole in the plastic cover of ink bottles or other glass bottles, rub the cotton wool into strips when the lamp twists, exposing the head, kerosene is soaked up, which is the most rustic and least technical invention. The fire is only the size of a soybean, jumping and jumping, flickering on and off, a small wind can blow out, holding and walking must be covered with the palm of your hand. The fist of the big kerosene lamp, drifting with thin light, struggled to open a corner of the night, barely illuminating the place five or six steps in all directions, and by seven steps away, all the efforts of the light were in vain.
Some people's lives are cramped, and they still need to tighten their pants and belts for eating, which naturally hurts kerosene money. There are still alternatives, using the old lampstand left by the ancestors, that is, the kind of ceramic lamp fired from mud, with a pillar top and a plate in the bottom seat, pour vegetable oil, and order a cordyceps. The flame is only the size of a duck's tongue, but it is better than nothing, and it can also poke a small hole in the thick night. There is also the use of "ramie bone", which can give you half a bag of cigarette light after lighting. At that time, the villagers would plant ramie in their own land, which was full of treasures, and the skin and flesh could be woven, made into a tent, rolled into ropes, or sold at the market for money, leaving bone poles and burning themselves to illuminate others. Now that there is no trace of it in the fields of our village, it is no longer necessary to bring light to the world with its noble qualities and dedication, which are indistinguishable from candles.
Only people with slightly better families can afford to use "Mobil Lamp". This kind of lamp is a "luxury" in the village, and it is often a symbol of the parents' salary to eat the "national meal", such as my family, which is a bit of a show off and vanity. Of course, it is also true that parents are distressed by our eyes, worried that reading books in the dim light is easy to be myopic.
After all, the Mobil lamp is from a professional background, placed on the table, the shape is much more beautiful than the small oil lamp made of ink bottles, the figure is tall and tall, the posture is bumpy and graceful, a pavilion look, like everyone in the village girl, there seems to be a good reason to show arrogance and conservatism, as if it can also add some dignity to the owner.
The light it emits is several times that of the small kerosene lamp, and the physical appearance is more elegant and noble than the small kerosene lamp, which is enough to attract the neighbors' friends, and bring the bowl to my house at dinner to eat, while dipping the light, by the way, covet my family's food.
Its brightness can be adjusted, and a small twist controls the height of the wick. The trouble is to cut the lantern flower frequently, and I am willing to grab this job, but instead of scissors, I put my index finger against my thumb, aim at the lamp and the bullet will go out, and the lamp will shoot on the wall, forming a black spot. If there is a fly or mosquito lying on the wall, I have a target, but the head is not accurate enough, can not do a hundred steps through the Yang, the probability of hitting is minimal, but it is good to scare them, so the wall leaves spots.
Mobil lamp gourd-shaped glass lampshade is easy to be blackened by oil smoke, must be scrubbed frequently, I have small hands, reach in with ease, I am responsible for cleaning work, accidentally broken a few, inevitably reprimanded, let me understand from a young age to do more wrong and more scolded simple truth.
Scolding, hands and feet are still idle, always have to do their best to make some use of something, there is a pleasure worth mentioning - summer nights, open the mosquito net, let the mosquitoes in. Mosquitoes are mixed in the insect world, have a certain "blood" relationship with humans, and dare to grow their mouths into spears and guns to make small beats, indicating a bit of intelligence. As soon as it saw the mosquito net wide open, it buzzed and summoned its brothers and sisters to rush to the seven aunts and eight aunts, with a clear purpose, waiting for me to lie down and sleep, let go of my belly and eat a supper. Unfortunately, the mosquito is illiterate and has not learned Sun Tzu's art of war, and it would have thought that this was a trap laid by me, using the strategy of "luring the enemy to go deep" and "closing the door and hitting the dog". The mosquito stings on the mosquito net, I aim the top round mouth of the lampshade at its ass, it is defenseless, it feels warm and baking very comfortable, until it finds that things are not good, it is too late to escape, the wings are scorched, an upside-down onion falls down, struggles a few times and does not move, stealing blood does not break the life. Dozens of mosquitoes were annihilated in one night, the results were brilliant, and the next day they were rewarded to the ants in the corner, who became the biggest beneficiaries of the booty.
The small power station in the village is often short of water, and when there is no shortage of water, there is a shortage of oil, and when the incompatible liquids of the two are put together, it is either a busy farm or a Spring Festival. At this time, the lights would be on for several hours, and the winged insects would gather from all directions, excitedly circling around, and for a long time like fog. The moth will also hit its head with its head, making a "rattling" sound, happy as if it were fainting.
Due to the low power generation, the village stipulates that only 15 watts and 25 watts can be used, we feel that it is not bright enough, so we find a piece of white cardboard, cut a hole in the middle, and put it on the bayonet of the bulb, like putting a small "hat" on the lamp, so that the light plus reflection light, the world under the lamp is brighter. There are many wonderful uses of lighting, such as entertainment, clenching two hands, changing fingers, changing the shadow of animals such as rabbits and mice on the wall, and competing with who becomes more.
Let me wait for the small villagers to regret that the lighting time will not exceed 8 o'clock in the evening. When the generator is about to stop working, it is usually reminded in advance, one light and one off three times in a row, when the adult says: "The light blinks, go to bed." "After blinking three times, the longest will not exceed a minute, then the power will be cut off, and the military information will never be lied about. The tungsten filament in the bulb slowly dimmed, and then completely extinguished, there was no light in the house, and the village was as quiet as curfew.
At that time, rural children had very few excellent academic performances, which was also related to the lack of lights and electricity. During the day, he had to help the adults to work in the fields, to beat pig grass, to herd cattle, to worry about the hens that lay eggs, mo was bitten by the weasel, and after filling his stomach at night, he was put to bed by the adults, where there was time to do homework. Moreover, we, the wild free-range children, are less interested in learning than catching fish in the ditch. The teacher knows that many students do not have absolute decision-making power in the lighting, so they tell the moving story of the ancients chiseling the wall to steal the light, which makes us deeply moved, and also hopes to put it into practice, but the actual operability is not strong, the wall is good, the light is difficult to steal, and the next door is darker than our home. Fortunately, parents are accustomed to reading the transcripts with a mournful mood and are full of confidence that we will not be able to enter the university in the future, so they have expectations but are not eager, and generally do not let us suffer from flesh and skin.
There are two gas lamps in the village, which are more precious, usually locked in the collective storehouse, the key is pinned to the belt of the village chief, and only when they go to the ancestral hall to perform, they are hung on the stage one left and one right. The lights are dazzling, and the silver glow is sprinkled on the ground, like a small artificial sun, illuminating the entire ancestral hall as bright as day. However, this kind of lamp should be carefully served, and it will be like a bomb hanging overhead, which is very dangerous.
There is a lesson in blood. A village acting, probably too much gas into the oil pot, there was an explosion, unfortunately, the glass shard happened to hit the eyes of an actress and a violinist, both blind, and from then on the world had nothing to do with them whether there was a lamp or not. However, bad things made fate, and they both took pity on each other and formed a troubled couple. Eyes and fertility are not necessarily related, they gave birth to a son, similar to my age, red lips and white teeth, eyebrows clear, often wear a pair of flower pants that I don't know who sent in the summer, walk up and twist the little ass egg, like a well-behaved girl. They still make a living by singing, their sons are responsible for leading the way, and a bamboo pole is pulled by the servants, stumbling into a string of sugar gourds. They went from village to village, the husband pulled erhu, the wife sang in a depressed manner, there was no line or performance, and the villagers who listened to the play gave away some wheat and rice to make ends meet. My mother has a natural sympathy for the disadvantaged, and she likes to listen to Yue opera, and the home is still spacious, so they will live in my house when they come. They lived countless times, and I had to be warned countless times not to bully their sons. Don't bully boys in floral pants? There was no reason, but I really didn't bully, not because I didn't want to, but because he didn't dare, and the eye sockets of his parents' black hole hole had a frightening deterrent effect.
Entering high school, my alma mater is called "Oishi Middle School", which is a unique "high school" that combines junior high and high school in Oishi District, and it seems that it is impossible to call it a "higher education institution". The reason why she was named "high" is because she has a high school, each grade recruits two classes, these hundreds of students, is undoubtedly the real "senior intellectuals" among the hundreds of thousands of people in the whole district; the school is not simple, there are auditoriums, libraries, canteens, canteens, dormitories for teachers and students and other hardware facilities, as well as the strongest teachers in the region, the highest academic diplomas, the most comprehensive curriculum and other soft power. Looking at the remote and poor Dashi District, I have the privilege of studying here, which is equivalent to being able to paddle in the widest ocean of knowledge, to stand on the highest cultural peak and look at the world, and to walk on the road with the most hope of jumping out of the farm to pursue the distant sea of stars.
The most rare thing is that the evening self-study has fluorescent lamps, unlike other schools that only have junior high schools, the evening self-study should bring its own small oil lamp, dip a hand of kerosene smell, the classroom is covered with black smoke, lie under the lamp to write homework for a while, and can dig out the "coal" from the nostrils.
Fluorescent lamps are like a glowing rolling pin, which determines the brightness by length, and hangs one for each classroom. The white soft light sprinkles down, allowing the human body to experience another meaning of "night and day". My fashion could not understand the relationship between fluorescence and argon, so I wondered how long it was lit without the tube being hot, without burning gasoline, and without inflating like a gas lamp. Fluorescent lamp safety factor is relatively high, do not have to worry about the sudden "burst tire", the disadvantage is that there is always a part of the lamp life is short, easy to die, only "into the job" for a month, then both ends of the black, flash a few times, quickly swallow argon, and the world long death. There are also rescued, often the two ends of the snail tentacle-like contact with the conductive film poor contact, take off the lamp and then installed back, the ballast left and right screw a few times, actually bright again. After watching an operation by an electrician, we learned that when we encountered a lamp strike, we scrambled to climb up to the desk, and when we couldn't reach it, we built a stool, and the lamp came back to life. This made a few boys who knew things early, want to take advantage of the darkness to hand a note to the long-desired class flower, just ready to act, the lights were bright, but the person was in the lights, hating the teeth itching.
The school is located at the foot of the mountain, independent of the scattered villages, the teaching buildings are brightly lit at night, looking far away, surrounded by mountains, the light soars into a unique landscape, but also into the most vibrant dreams and hopes. Several surrounding township governments, still like a long vine knot many melons, small light bulbs shine on the big head, tungsten filament burned down and have to shake and then put on, very troublesome. This shows that the leadership at that time did not shout "respecting teachers and re-teaching" as just a slogan. Bright classrooms, immediate results, the evening time is fully utilized, students' grades will be immediate, more admitted to college. Of course, fluorescent lamps have contributed to illuminating the youthful dreams of rural student babies.
Later, without me saying more, in the old days, Wang Xietang Qianyan flew into the homes of ordinary people, and the fluorescent lamps quickly attacked the city and plundered the land, unifying the domestic lamps and lanterns, and leading the way for decades. Today, the back wave of the lamp pushes the front wave, there are more superior performance of incandescent lamps, fluorescent lamps, halogen tungsten lamps, as well as LED lights that are becoming more popular. These lamps, with their long green environmental protection life, high efficiency and energy saving, shine in the fire tree honeysuckle throughout the country.
The balcony windows of my Shanghai home are "inlaid" with the famous Huangpu Riverside "three-piece set" (Shanghai World Financial Center, Shanghai Jin Mao Tower and Shanghai Tower). When night falls, these towering buildings are lit up and shining, and the flowers and plants in the bonsai are turned around, mistakenly thinking that the sky is bright again. When it comes to important festivals, staging a "light show" is more like wearing a colorful costume, and the light illuminates half of the sky. Giant lasers are like a long sword out of its sheath, sweeping east and west, arbitrarily cutting the night sky; the neon lights decorated on the building, swimming high and low, dazzling, such as the golden snake and silver snake dancing wildly, teaching people to worry that it dances and dances and takes off; the huge patterns and words of the display screen change rapidly, dazzling and beautiful. I don't like too lively places, so I have not been to the scene, it is said that the scene is more shocking, the sky galaxy is brilliant, the ground is colorful, the river is sparkling, the end is brilliant, gorgeous, gorgeous, beautiful. Lighting achieves art, art beautifies lighting, shows the charm of the city, and has become a dazzling business card of the magic capital.
The rest of the country is not, the night decorated with lights is not the most beautiful, only more beautiful. The night view of China sent back by the satellite is like a starry sky.
Fire trees and silver flowers, star bridge iron locks, Edison even if he has a wild imagination, can not imagine that today people use his first invention of electric lights, the city and town makeup is so beautiful. Gazing at the colorful Oriental Pearl, I can't help but sigh: the lamp let me see the distance in the night, the life of the lamp, is really a life of wholehearted service to the people!
In fact, illuminating poverty in the past life and illuminating prosperity in this life is not the main task of the lamp. The lamp is born for the darkness, is the enemy of the night, and is destined to carry the mission of challenging the darkness. Although, even if the lamp only emits "a bean lamp", the night will lose. But the lamp does not change the night.
The night is soft and solid, never surrendering in the battle that is torn apart and bridged, and hides the beautiful or the ugly intermittently.
The lamp will come all the way to the light, and it will still go all the way to the light.
About the author: Jin Yi, a samurai, walks the world, friends with books, and accompanies landscapes. Small tea leaves cook a good taste, small topics cook a big realm.
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