As soon as the sun set, the lights began to come on. Street lights, street lights, square lights, incandescent lights, fluorescent lights, neon lights. Light and dark, twinkling. Man-made day makes night not like night. The modern city has no night.
After dinner, I sat in my dormitory, aimlessly adjusting the TV program, and suddenly the power went out, and the night covered the city where I lived.
Stepping into the night, I walked outside. It was a moonless night with only stars. I looked up, and the twinkling stars seemed to blink my eyes, evoking my distant memories, and the lamp in my memory, the flower of the lamp, injected vitality into my childhood and illuminated my life path.
It was a winter night, and curiosity prompted me to sneak up with my neighbor Uncle to the village two kilometers away to see a play, when I was under ten years old. At the beginning of the performance, the sonorous sound of gongs and drums and the red, green and green actors came and went, and I felt very fresh about the performance without knowing the name of the play. I concentrated on it, it was neither Peking Opera nor Lu Opera, and I couldn't understand a word. Gradually, sleepiness came to me, and the two eyes began to fight. I tugged at the hem of my uncle's shirt, but he was already intoxicated by the wonderful performance, unaware of my prayers. At this time, it seemed that my mother's call sounded in my ears, and intermittently, I decided to go home.
The mountain road home is no longer the same as when it came, rugged and bumpy. The woods along the side of the road turned into a dark shadow, and a gust of wind blew through, and the sound of the solso was heard. I felt my heart beat faster, my scalp tingle, my hairs stand up, and the feeling of fear made me feel as if I had reached the end of the world.
At this moment, I vaguely heard someone in front of me, but I did not dare to come closer. I widened my eyes and slowed down, keeping a distance.
Suddenly, the lights came on in front of me. The kind of kerosene lamp called "gas death wind". Through the faint light, I saw clearly that in front of me was an old man and a young man, who might be father and son, or master and apprentice. Why did they turn on the lights halfway through? Did you hear me stumbling, or did you illuminate yourself? I was no longer afraid, and under the care of this light, I finally returned home.
As I watched the two of them move on, the lamp, which had driven me away fear and warmth, went out.
It turned out that the lamp was lit for me.
My eyes were wet, and two lines of hot tears flowed down my cheeks. I know that the villagers in the mountains have a meager income, they are very frugal, and every penny is earned by the beads of sweat falling to the ground and falling eight petals, and it is very stingy to spend. They think it's a waste to walk with lights on at night, and lights are for rain and snow.
The lights, on and off, were all for me. What a simple and generous villager, stingy with himself, generous to others, even to a strange child, selfless dedication, do not ask for a little return. I still don't know their names or the villages they live in, but I know that they are respectable and amiable folks, and they are my lifelong role models.
In the years that followed, I saw all kinds of lamps, dim, bright, ordinary, luxurious, but no lamp could match the kerosene lamp. It sowed the seeds of helping others and selfless dedication in my young soul, and it made me unforgettable and beneficial for a lifetime. That lamp has become my guiding "heart lamp", illuminating my future, and it has made me understand a truth, "Don't be small and good." ”
Tonight there is no moon, no lamp, but I have a lamp in my heart, an unquenchable lamp.
About author:Wang Qiyu, a native of Yiyuan County, Shandong, Yiyuan County Branch of the Agricultural Development Bank (retired), a member of the China Financial Writers Association, whose works have appeared in media such as Essays, Financial Literature, Qi Feng, and Shandong Financial Literature, and many works have been included in literary collections such as "Silver Star Brilliant".
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