1. Under the lamp
The night is deep. Outside the window, scattered lights flickered. In my study room, the desk lamp is still on, and a tired figure is immersed in work. He is my father.
Dad is a civil servant working in Kanmen Town, and he is busy with things in Kanmen Town every day. Sometimes, my father comes home exhausted and just wants to sit down and take a nap. The ringing of the phone will cheer him up again. He has been working in this position for more than ten years. Just like the desk lamp in my home, it has been used for many years, but it still exudes its residual heat, dedicating itself to illuminating others.
Dad, accompanied by the desk lamp, worked hard. Suddenly, a cough broke the silence of the study. Dad quickly drank a few sips of hot water and went back to his intense work. On the desk, there is a stack of documents about migrant workers from outside Kanmen who gathered to cause trouble. Dad is thinking about it while writing analysis, research and solutions. He was so calm, just like the desk lamp, working silently, shining and glowing.
At this time, when my father saw that he had finished drinking the hot water, he went to the kitchen to cook it. Of course, he did not forget to bring the documents. After a few minutes, the water boiled. Dad was reading the document in one hand, and holding the kettle in the other hand to pour boiling water into the cup. The water overflowed the cup and flowed down the table, but my father didn't even notice! The water quickly flowed down and fell on my father's feet, and my father didn't realize it until then. He endured the pain, limped back to the study with the cup and documents, sat there and started writing furiously again. The desk lamp still radiates light, and the light is extremely bright, giving people a vivid feeling that never dims. The light illuminated Dad's face, the silver thread on Dad's head; it illuminated the sweat beads on Dad's face; it illuminated Dad's red and swollen feet... I saw a look of pain on Dad's face from time to time. , the pen in his hand was still turning, and his brain was still running. The light of the desk lamp is still so bright, and it seems to be staring at Dad, constantly encouraging Dad. "Cough! Cough! -" There was another rapid cough. Dad took two pills, swallowed them with boiling water, and continued working. One page or two pages were filled with... The desk lamp also accompanied Dad, for one hour, two hours... Under the lamp, the back figure seemed to have lost a lot of weight...
The night is getting deeper and deeper, As quiet as a clear water. Thousands of lights are like stars reflected on the water. They silently illuminate the dark night, giving the dark night its light. I praise them, and even more, I praise the person under the lamp who is like a night star: Dad. He is radiating his own heat and shining his own light!
2. Under the lamp
I was lying on the floor, almost dying. I blame myself for overestimating my ability and daring to compete with a 40W electric prod. If it didn’t break to pieces, it was unfortunate. Lucky for you. Lying on the ground, my thoughts returned to the past -
The phrase "moths flying into the flame" has long been familiar to me, and I admire the bravery of my ancestors. As a member of the Moth family, I decided to carry forward the spirit of my ancestors. The word "self-destruction" is also reflected in our ancestors. In order to eradicate the murderers of our ancestors, avenge our ancestors, and carry forward their virtues, I am determined to develop my own skills and have a final battle with fire.
I left my parents and home, flew to heaven, and begged the Jade Emperor to accept me as a disciple and teach me magic. However, he was busy with his affairs and had no intention of accepting a disciple to practice martial arts. I flew to the west again to beg Tathagata Buddha to recognize me as his disciple and teach me magic. Unfortunately, he went to the human world to give lectures. I went to Zizhu Forest to visit Guanyin Bodhisattva, but unfortunately she was practicing cultivation and did not receive me. I left the purple bamboo forest disappointedly and flew aimlessly in the sky. At this time, an aunt moth flew towards me. Seeing that I was sweating profusely, she asked me with concern: "My child, what's wrong with you?" "Auntie: Hello! I want to learn a skill, but no one is willing to teach me." As I said this, I cried sadly. "Oh! Silly boy, I thought you had something serious going on, but it turns out that's what happened! Let me tell you! Our moth family has already perfected the ability to fly." I thought about it, otherwise, How could I fly to the Heavenly Palace to see the Jade Emperor? How can one fly to the west to see Tathagata Buddha? How can I fly to the Purple Bamboo Forest to see Guanyin Bodhisattva?
I returned home happily after bidding farewell to my aunt. I practiced every day and mastered the basic skills of flying. Therefore, I have practiced a variety of flying skills. Although it is hard and tiring, I don’t care. When I think of revenge, I feel all over my body. Added courage and strength.
When the time came, I started a secret revenge plan. It was night, and I flew quietly to a house. The main room of that house was bright, and I was sure that the lights must be on. I flew and flew, and finally flew into the main room, but after searching for a long time, there was no sign of fire in the whole room. I was anxious to light a fire and look again. I reminded myself not to be careless. The hard work paid off, and I finally discovered that the white pipe hanging on the east wall must be a newly invented kind of fire. How could I be so resentful if I didn't extinguish the fireworks in the world? I mustered up the courage to push forward and pounce.
"Bah!" "No, I was shocked!" I was deeply aware of the power of this fire, so I went back like this? Who is willing to give up? I launched another fierce attack until I fell to the ground and couldn't move...
My life is irreversible, but I can't help but say to every member of our moth family: "Human power will always be irreversible." Victory, moths will always be weak creatures on this planet. What we should do is not revenge, but how to create a better life and work hard for the prosperity of the moth family!"
The sky is dark and thin! The rain was misty, and in the bamboo forest beside the pond, there was sadness and joy...