A lamp
A street can't be illuminated
But it's still in the old place
Shine in the shade of a tree
And the pure land under the feet
In the dark of night
It radiates light
Give guidance to passers-by
That's all
It can't run
Cannot be extended indefinitely
It's bright
It's not a little girl selling matches
The spark that lit up on a snowy night
But it can still give warmth to passers-by
Even light up their way home
It's been a long time
No one noticed its presence
Just take everything for granted
There are lights where there are roads
Where there is a light, there is light
With the illumination of light
The road is naturally bright
This is a passerby
An understanding of a lamp
And that lamp
Night of October 29, 2021
