The street lamp on our floor is installed in front of my house. All along, street lamps are broken, and light bulbs are bought and installed by us.
A week ago, the street lamp broke down again, but this time, we didn't buy a light bulb and install it immediately, because two months ago, the unit adjusted its post, so I didn't have to work the night shift anymore. Half a month ago, A Ping's mother-in-law came to live in their house from the countryside. The old lady likes to play in the small park downstairs after dinner. Therefore, we think that broken street lamp is particularly inconvenient for their home. This time, it is reasonable for their family to buy back a light bulb and change it.
Unexpectedly, a few days have passed and the broken light bulb has not been changed.
One night, A Ping and his wife went back to their parents' home. When our family of three were watching TV, they suddenly heard A Ping's mother-in-law "Ouch!" Let out a cry quietly. Obviously, the old man touched something in the dark and hurt himself. However, it doesn't matter, because we soon heard her put the key into the keyhole.
A bunch of keys, she just poked them in turn. A few minutes passed, but she could not open the closed door. She couldn't help sighing lightly-"Hey!" After listening to this, I really wanted to open the door to help her, but thinking of the feud between our two families for so many years, I walked to the door and slowly turned around.
Fortunately, after more than ten minutes, she managed to open the door with difficulty.
The next night, our family of three went to a friend's house to play, and when we got home at ten o'clock, we suddenly found that we had forgotten the prepared flashlight.
What to do! In the face of darkness, our door won't open for a while. After waiting for a long time, my daughter couldn't help but "wow!" I cried loudly. Just then, the opposite door "cheep!" It opened with a bang and a bright light suddenly shot out. With this light, my wife quickly opened the door.
The moment we stepped into the house, we couldn't help looking back at the opposite house and found that the old lady standing at the door was looking at us with a quiet and kind smile!
The next morning, I hurried to the small grocery store downstairs to buy a brand-new light bulb and quietly installed it!
Essays of light 2 occasionally go home at night. After crossing the Gaozan Bridge, I walked to the bridge and saw the window, which was shocked by the street lights all over the city. Street lamps with white light are like pearls in a big plate of the earth. In this big plate, they are strung together in a string and coiled in a circle.
Looking around, the stars in the sky and the lights on the ground are connected at the junction of heaven and earth, but they are inseparable. That's heaven, that's earth, that's starlight and that's light.
Overlooking the bridge during the day, we can see that the roads here are criss-crossing, and the elevated roads are stacked on the expressway, and the elevated roads are coiled between them. In the dark, street lamps are arranged in two rows, or in a straight line or in an arc. Shining street lamps spread far away along the black road, and different roads are interlaced, and the lights are interlaced together, which constitutes a wonderful scene.
In the middle of the night, there is no busyness during the day. The black background is dotted with white street lamps, which is more static and cold. Only occasionally vehicles pass by, and the flowing lights are like a naughty child, which adds a little vitality to this cold night.
Walking in the height of the city overlooking, it is refreshing and the scenery is beautiful. If you can't stop on the bridge, I really want to come down and have a closer look.
I took out my mobile phone and wanted to take this beautiful scene back, but the shooting function of the mobile phone could not capture this beautiful scene. I sighed with regret and put away my mobile phone. Although these street lamps are not as gorgeous as neon lights, they will always remind me of them in the days to come.
Many beautiful scenery are around us, right in front of us. Maybe sometimes you travel in a hurry and don't know it in the beautiful scenery.
Looking around, the stars in the sky are connected with the lights all over the world, but they are inseparable. That's heaven, that's earth, that's starlight and that's light.
Sometimes I go home at night, go to the bridge and look out of the window, and I am shocked by the street lights all over the city. The street lamp with white light is like a pearl in a big plate, strung into a line and coiled in the plate.
In the middle of the night, there is no hard work during the day. The black background is dotted with white street lamps, which makes it more quiet and cold. It's just that sometimes cars pass by, and the flowing headlights are like greasy children, which adds a little vitality to this cold night.
Walking in the height of the city overlooking, it is refreshing and the scenery is beautiful. If I can't stop on the bridge, I really want to come down and enjoy it carefully.
I took out my mobile phone and wanted to take this wonderful scene home. But the shooting function of the mobile phone can't capture this beautiful scene, so I have to sigh with regret and put away my mobile phone. Although these street lamps are not as gorgeous as neon lights, they will always remind me of them in the days to come.
Before you look at the bridge during the day, you can see that the roads here are criss-crossing, and the elevated roads are stacked on the expressway, and the elevated roads are intertwined. In the dark, street lamps are arranged in two rows, or in a straight line or in an arc. Shiny street lamps extend far away along the black road, incompatible roads are staggered, and the lights are staggered together, forming a spectacle.
Many beautiful scenery are around us, right in front of us. Maybe sometimes you travel in a hurry and don't know it in the beautiful scenery.
Light Prose 4 A harmonious night should be quiet and empty, but because of the beautiful moon, the empty night has a hot and emotional boiling. Boiling at night, in the folds of moonlight is the soul of moonlit night. She is the vegetation of feeling, which breeds the homesickness that feeds jathyapple.
The darkness of the night obscured the sight, and the moonlight lit up the deep feelings, extending outward and spreading its wings endlessly, like cotton, like wind entering the temple to drive away the summer heat, like light entering the door to moisten the cold of the room. An irresistible emotion, an unexpected encounter, wriggled like a bug in the moonlight. Have a drink and get drunk, and focus on exquisiteness in vain. Jathyapple has white sails, swinging into the empty distance. Where is the shore without borders? Through the clear moonlight night, through the blurred bridge, with a basket of regrets and regrets, I firmly poured out my feelings for that moonlight night, which had a warm feeling.
A winding road, winding, straight and straight, the curve rippled into the distance, and the footsteps of pedestrians echoed faintly in the moonlight. A husband and wife, shoulder to shoulder, legs along the legs, in the direction of the road, they walk after dinner, showing that they depend on each other and help each other on the road of life, showing the same fate; They run in the direction of home, rush to the distance, stay in the warmth of home, enjoy lingering hugs, and create a continuation of people; They walked day and night on the long road of life, from a lovestruck couple to a middle-aged man with gray temples, and lost the wind and rain on the way. How much love has been sown in the moonlight, which has tasted the warmth and coldness of the world and scattered in the distance where people walk.
I felt the roadside scenery and admired it, but when I looked back, it was beyond recognition. It's over. The neat yard on the roadside is quiet, listening to the breeze in the sun, birds holding dewdrops, and suddenly looking back, people have gone to the house to be stormy, and the vicissitudes and desolation are covered by the wild growth of weeds, without the glory of the past. I can't help crying when I see something. Outside the wall, the footsteps of the wind are uninterrupted, and the blood is still so hot. Wave upon wave, forge ahead into the future.
Standing on a high hill and looking around, the lights far and near are like stars in the sky, which is reunion, alienation and dull life. Blinking cunningly, as if telling people something?
The light illuminates the road, courtyard and hall, and understands the moment of turning around. A few people in the family sat around the round table, adding vegetables and soup, full of hiccups, knowing that their faces were rosy and satisfied. A small small handleless wine cup suitable for all ages, has a smooth stomach, and knows the happiness of reunion and harmony. In the moonlight, there is no distance in the distance of the road. Is this a blue swimming pool? The light of the lamp is the fluctuation of the moonlight reflected in the quiet night. Moonlight, sunshine, wind and frost ... nourish life.
The light opposite sketch 5 went out, and my wife left!
Looking down from my closed balcony, there may be a yellow incandescent lamp in a window on the lowest floor of the opposite building. This is rare in this city where modern lamps such as fluorescent lamps are popular. Occasionally, the figure of a thin old woman moves in the window. That is, I have never met my father's half-sister, the only son of my own aunt, and the widow of my big cousin Jiang Yongen. I have been calling her Mrs. Jiang for more than forty years as long as I can remember. I didn't know her name was Lu Qin Gui until the old man died.
When I was a child, a family named Jiang lived in the west yard of my old house. Grandma asked me to call the old lady Third Aunt and the host Third Uncle. But in my impression, my uncle is an old man who has been lying on the kang. As for what kind of relationship this is, I didn't understand it until I was an adult.
Grandpa, a bankrupt businessman, had a wife and daughters before my grandmother. As for the specifics, I can't say clearly. Judging from my third aunt, at least I should have three aunts I have never met. When I was a child, the old man who always called Sangu died seven or eight years ago, and he was in his eighties. Although the old man has the same surname as me, she is not my own aunt. It is my third uncle's second wife. But the old man took good care of me. When my family is wronged, I often go to the old man for some comfort. I have been looking for opportunities to repay the old man since I was an adult, but the old man died without giving me this opportunity. The old man's name is Wang Chunyuan, and her family is a famous family in Dalian, Liaoning. Shenyang also has sons and nephews. I wrote a letter to the old man when I was a child. Now I can't remember the names and places of the relatives of the elderly. The old man knew a few words before his death and loved to listen to the radio. You can barely read newspapers or something by dictionary. Born in everyone, I often go to the theater and learn a lot of historical knowledge from it. When I was a child, I was often fascinated by old people's stories. I have a little savings after work. I want to buy a radio for the old man and replace his old radio tied with cloth. That's an old transistor radio that I have repaired for the old people many times. Some electronic components are wrapped around the circuit board with adhesive tape, which makes them move quietly and can only be handled by knocking. The old man retired from Jilin hat factory on 1996. However, to catch up with the era of labor devaluation, often even a few surviving "labor insurance" can not be taken back. When I was a child, I thought that if I grew up and made money, I would definitely buy something for my third aunt.
Stepmother is hard to be! When this third aunt entered Jiangjiamen, my third aunt had already passed away. At that time, my cousin Jiang Yongen was not yet an adult, and he brought up my cousin. Jiang's third uncle was originally a good dresser. But gambling, often lose everything, let creditors come to you to gamble on debts. According to my grandmother, when my aunt was around, my uncle was fond of gambling, and grandpa paid off a lot of gambling debts for him. Later, the third aunt came in, and the family declined. The hardships of life can be imagined. Probably the third aunt in the back was working in a hat factory. It was this third aunt who served my uncle away.
The old man's misfortune is not only the hardship of life, because when his wife was dating his cousin Jiang, the third aunt, as a stepmother, saw her wife's thin body, fearing that she could not bear the burden of life in the future and opposed her marrying her cousin. But my cousin insisted that as a stepmother, there was nothing she could do. My wife has no education and can't read, so it is inevitable that she will be narrow-minded. Because this kind of thing has been with this mother-in-law all her life. I have never spoken to this mother-in-law in my life. But my wife is a simple peasant woman after all, and there is nothing to say. But if there is anything delicious, let her son send it to this mother-in-law she doesn't like. Fortunately, her son-in-law is a rare open-minded old lady. The old man listens to the radio all day, and his mind is focused on national affairs, and he doesn't care about this uneducated daughter-in-law at all.
My wife is also a strong woman. She is thin and short. Although my cousin is a senior locksmith, his salary is not low. However, he caught up with an era of labor devaluation, and the expenses of his four sons were increasing, so his wife went to the cement factory where his cousin worked as a porter. Unloading cement from the train, loading cement, a bag of cement has 100 kg, which is heavier than her weight, but she struggled to bring up all four sons.
Cousin and sister-in-law are retired. The meager pension can't meet the needs of four sons to get married. So my cousin had to be hired by a chemical company, and with his locksmith skills, he could earn a decent salary to marry his sons. However, just like the depreciation of the labor force, the working people have also depreciated. One day, my cousin was hit by a car on his way home without any damage, but the driver tried to get him to repair the car. And locked my cousin's bike. How can my cousin, who has been poor all his life, be willing to buy a new bike he just bought? I had an argument with this driver. As a result, I suddenly had a heart attack and fell on the side of the road. At that time, people in China were so poor that they had ducks and geese, which made people who wanted to do good things have a lot of scruples. Although there are several hospitals nearby, no one dares to pick up the elderly and send them to the hospital. Wait until 1 10 receives an alarm from a good-hearted person, and then notify the family. The family can't send the old man to the hospital. My cousin left like this, and an old worker who had worked all his life was lying dead on the street.
The family is helpless. Who dares to do such a good thing in that world? One of my teachers saw an old man lying beside the garbage dump, holding the car with one hand and the old man with the other. The old man's son saw it and insisted that it was my teacher. The old man wanted to explain, but his children scolded him, saying that you are talking nonsense and nobody cares about you. As a result, the old man shut up and stopped talking. The matter went to the traffic police, and the police also said that you didn't hit it. Why did you help him? How can there be such a good man now? The family of the rescued old man forced my teacher to take money to send the sick old man to the hospital. As a result, my teacher's family was poor, which made it worse. Old people's daughters often come to my teacher for medical expenses, and they won't leave until they give them. Almost destroyed my teacher's house. Finally, the old man told the doctor the truth in the hospital before he died. But my teacher has no energy to ask the daughter of the old man he saved to recover the medical expenses he shouldn't have paid. Because my teacher understands that the children of the elderly don't understand that those who help the elderly are innocent. It is also difficult to get back the money spent from these people who took the money from the elderly.
Poverty deprives China people of their nature. Up to now, most people in China don't want to miss any chance to cheat others. That I can't explain to the children whether I should do good or not. Once an old man fell by the river, and I was leading my students back to school after voluntary labor. The children are going to help the old man, so I have to stop the whole class and let everyone return together. With everyone watching, two children helped the old man to a public seat by the river. At this time, an old woman came and said that she wouldn't let us go, just that the students knocked the old man down. Call the old man's son. This "dutiful son" came, shouting, it's hard to make it without 20 thousand yuan. I had to call the police. 1 10 After the police car came, I explained the situation to the police. The police made a record of the students and finally decided that it had nothing to do with them. Because the students told exactly the same story. Finally, the "dutiful son" saw that there was really no reason for blackmail, and he swore at me and left.
My wife left. Maybe when she goes to that world, my cousin will tell her how he was taken away helplessly by death in full view. I don't think they will understand in that world. Didn't they say that good is rewarded with good and evil with evil? Why do people in China do this? When did China people lose their good nature? The opposite light went out, and all you could see in the past was the dark window. I don't know when I can see the light again, even the initial fire, because my cousin's descendants will continue to live.
Light Prose 6 The waning moon floated into the clouds, and the morning star showed a little light, with sleepy eyes open, stretching and expressionless, and the surroundings were still dark.
Street lamps go out, side dishes are displayed, and the sound of bargaining is like birds singing under the moon, lights cut through the night sky, and the sound of traffic breaks sleep.
At the school gate, there is a little starlight scattered, which shines especially before dawn. The stall owner is busy lighting a lamp and harvesting hope. No matter how cold it is, no one is as usual.
I turned on the light, and the shop was full of beautiful things, reflecting the lights and emitting fragrance. Red, blue, purple, yellow, black, pink, pure blue, dark blue, brown and orange have all appeared. All kinds of shapes, shapes, creativity, momentum, displacement and energy are like young women, blooming beautifully. Under the soft light, students choose stationery and choose one dream after another.
Spring, summer, autumn and winter, after vicissitudes, ups and downs, filled the heart.
The night is quiet, I lean on the moon, the moon kisses my roof and flies with my tired body! There are few pedestrians on the road, and only the fluorescent lamps on the nightingale stand illuminate the cold night sky.
I walked into the elevator, and the sleeping elevator jumped with me. When I got out of the elevator, the voice control light stopped in the corridor, shone on me and opened the door. The living room is soft and brightly lit, waiting for me to release the pressure, fatigue and unsatisfactory mood of the day.
I took a nap on the sofa, the soft light, sending out a thick breath, stuck to my face, very warm and generous.
On the dining table, there are no messy dishes and chopsticks, only a clean tablecloth covers the dining table, and the edge of the tablecloth falls off like a girl in a skirt.
There is a light on in the kitchen, which is fluorescent, not dazzling and not bright. The disinfection cabinet blinked and did its duty, sweeping away the bacteria on the chopsticks. Microwave ovens and rice cookers are not idle, they do their own jobs and accompany housewives to run around. Washing vegetables, cutting vegetables and cooking, all kinds of voices are intertwined, like a beautiful song, ringing nonstop!
In a short time, the dishes came to the table, reflecting the lights, soft as stars, red tomatoes, green vegetables, shredded pork lying in the fans, like fish swimming in the water. A thick fragrance came to the nose and penetrated into the nasal cavity.
The light sticks out its long tongue and kisses the smell of food. The heat of food swept the light and soaked into my stomach, which increased my energy for survival.
A quiet house is not a paradise for rest. The warm light in the middle of the night is the tent of the soul, sheltering from the wind and rain and changing the heart.
The light is off, the darkness hangs on the wall, and the moon climbs on the bed through the curtain, like a lighted heart lamp, taking me to sleep.