In the dark night, the air is sultry, and the power failure gives people the illusion that nature has not blocked the wind. I sent my friend away, eager to escape from the darkness and hurry home, because there is a lamp that will shine for me forever.
The car music started slowly, and my mood relaxed. "Along the way, only one lamp accompanied me, Qian Shan Wanhai, each with its own expression ..." Listening to Jimmy Lin sing this song "Lights Don't Go Out", the rich voice, moving melody and tactfully lyrics deeply attracted me and aroused my heart to sing. I don't have to close my eyes, the past can emerge one after another, and every lyric can touch the string in my heart. I tried to control my emotions, but I burst into tears inadvertently. Yes, at every stage of my life, there is such a lamp, warm and shining, illuminating my journey all the way.
I remember when I was a child, although my mother was young, she was sickly. The lights at home, like beans, look extremely tired and sleepy. Mother's headache gets worse every night, as if the light were burning her headache. Therefore, at that time, the lights were turned on very late at home every night, and the light could not be darker. Weak light, don't blink secretly, like the rhythm of mother's groaning, like her sobs when she is in extreme pain. My mother always wears a handkerchief on her head, which is a little loose occasionally. She'll let me help tie it. Even if I try my best to suck, it won't tie tightly, and it won't relieve my mother's headache. She had to pinch the temples on both sides with her thumb and forefinger and rub them over and over again.
Seeing my mother get up that day, I moved a small stool to sit her down, and she pointed to the stool next to her. I moved the stool to my mother. She climbed on the bench with her head in her hands, her face painful, sweating and moaning. Mother's mouth is shriveled and her tongue is burnt. When I brought a glass of water, I saw her banging her head on the stool again and again, and her forehead was red with blood. My heart hurts. The cup fell to the ground and I cried with my mother's head in my arms.
Subsequently, the mother was taken to the hospital. The next day after school, I went to the town hospital to visit her. When I came back, the mountain was high and the road was far, and it was getting dark. The winter night in the country is particularly dark, the cold wind makes Songtao sob, and the rock eagle crows on the cliff. The owl's eyes shoot two green lights from the treetops, and the cry of "whoa, whoa, whoa" is creepy. In the night when I can't see my fingers, I walk on the country road, stepping on footprints all the way with a familiar feeling. Unconsciously, I blocked the horrible sounds in the wild, only hearing my own gasps and "bang" heartbeat.
Suddenly, a glimmer of light flashed in the distance, which was a ray of hope in the dark journey. I was surprised and happy, and I couldn't help stepping up. When the light is getting closer and closer, I slow down and ask myself, who will continue to rush forward in this dark wilderness and bitter cold night? Thinking of this, I stopped at the roadside at the corner, only to see the oncoming lights stop moving forward.
"Runzi, is that you? Don't be afraid, I'll pick you up. " This is uncle Tiezhu's voice. I was ecstatic and answered quickly.
Uncle Tiezhu is blind. In his eyes, the day is also dark and there is no sense of light, but darkness does not affect his enthusiasm. He heard grandma say that I went to the hospital to see my mother after school, so he lit a borrowed lantern (a lamp with a glass cover to keep out the wind) and came to pick me up on the mountain road. At this time, I felt as if I had been greatly wronged. When I threw myself into my uncle's arms, my tears were DC.
Uncle's figure, reflected by lanterns, is unusually tall; The darkness of the mountain village was illuminated by lanterns. He held a lantern in one hand and my little hand in the other, and the temperature of his palm spread warmly throughout my body. Bright light surrounded me in an instant. Although he has never seen the light, he lit up the darkness with a lamp and personally lit up my direction.
two
Recalling the past, I feel that I have reached a crossroads. The power went out, the intersection lost the lights to maintain order, people and cars slowed down, and I was still immersed in the melody of that song.
"People come and go, miserable, ebb and flow. I am who I am. Smile and broaden your horizons ... "Yes, why not in life? My life has experienced ups and downs, joys and sorrows, and finally, I experienced a smile and a retreat.
I still remember that there was a lamp in my life that kept me alive. That year I entered a low point in my life, and my work boat touched firewood. That night, I was working overtime, wearing a cheongsam and a crystal hairpin in my hair, shining in the bright light. The sudden change made me instantly fall into the wrong hands. The tiger in black grabbed the clothes on my chest, insulted and pushed me one by one, and then smashed the glass, tearing the tranquility of the unit. Pale, I pretended to be calm, while calming people's emotions, while mediating between a dozen people.
By chance, I got rid of each other's clutches and ran away from the back door. There seems to be countless pairs of eyes looking for them behind me, and there seems to be a car chasing me, and I can faintly hear noisy shouts in my ears. Turn your back on the light and run towards the dark abyss. The night covered my panic and escape, and the darkness wrapped my fear and helplessness. I don't know how long I've been gone, but it's surprisingly quiet around me. Besides hearing my heartbeat and breathing, there are crickets chirping at sixes and sevens. My heart is like a few crickets. I feel my heart is getting heavier and heavier, my breathing is getting faster and faster, and my steps are gradually slowing down. Suddenly, I saw a light flashing not far away.
Approaching the light, a makeshift shed appeared. Light blue asbestos tiles are spliced into a low pigeon coop, and an incandescent lamp emits dim light. On the wooden shelf, the miniature electric fan is overwhelmed, as slow as an old cow's mill, groaning. In this midsummer season, the temperature outside seems unable to offset the chill in my heart. My legs were weak and my limbs were cold, so I rushed in. My eyes went black and I fell to the ground.
When I woke up again, a little girl under the age of ten was holding my head. The woman is feeding me a cup of warm water, and the man is smoking a stuffy cigarette and looking over here from time to time.
I struggled to sit up. After briefly explaining the situation, the simple hostess brought her clothes and trousers and handed them to me, saying, "Your clothes are too conspicuous. If you put on my clothes and take off your dazzling hairpin, it won't be easy to be found ... "
In front of this woman in her thirties, a shallow smile reveals deep human feelings; Her simple behavior gave me the courage to reinvent myself. In the corner where mosquito nets are hung, I change my clothes silently, just like a baptism of life: fading away from splendor and returning to dullness. The low shed, crowded room and dim light have become a warm post station in my life. Although the light is not bright, the little girl is still shining with a crystal hairpin. Just like the little girl's home and family, in the dark corner of the city, they lend me a helping hand and illuminate the darkness with the brilliance of human nature.
I still don't know her name, but her smile and warm light have always been in my heart, inspiring me not to stay.
three
The car drove all the way, and the lyrics kept fresh in my memory.
"Because of a feeling, even if you walk very hard, you don't feel displaced ..."
After many years, my wandering mind finally found the harbor of words, and another lamp accompanied me all the way. This quiet ocean, every word, is a drop of seawater, washing the soul; Every beautiful sentence is a magic medicine to heal the wounds in the heart; Every article has a kind of nutrition that nourishes every flower of life. Vast sea area, spiritual home. There is a lamp in the distance, like a lighthouse in the dark, guiding the way forward.
Recalling the title exam that year, I reviewed the second half of the year. In order to combine work and rest, I arranged a rest time and went to the study room of ancient poems in Cosmic Communication to play with wheat. The programs performed in the room can be freely selected, and the contents of the performances include: ancient poetry recitation, modern poetry recitation, topic discussion, singing, dancing and so on. I will screen the professional knowledge of pronunciation review, and when the administrator prompts that the next wheat is coming, I will turn on the pronunciation to watch the performance. My performance is very simple. After greeting the administrator, I sing a song and then play.
"Hello overseas Chinese, long time no see?" A private message came from the room, showing that the other party was called Qingfeng.
"I'm sorry, you mistook one for another. I am not familiar with you, nor am I an overseas Chinese. " After my polite answer, I left UC's room early.
Then the next day, the third day ... as long as I entered UC's room, the breeze still greeted me, and I ignored it. A week later, I finally couldn't help wondering who the saint Breeze was. When he was performing, I turned on the screen and saw him hanging a tree-lined picture on the wheat, reciting Nalan Rong Ruo's Drinking Words.
"If life is just like the first sight, what is the autumn wind sad painting fan? It's easy to change, but it's easy to change ... "After reciting, it's interesting to explain. Wei Feng's voice is very magnetic and knowledgeable, and the allusion "Autumn Fan Seeing Donation" in the conjunction is also explained in detail. Six minutes of wheat time was fully utilized by him.
"Do you like ancient poems? Your recitation and explanation are excellent! " After he got the wheat, I sent him a private message.
"It seems that you also like it! Why don't we add friends to communicate? " The breeze is back.
In this way, I accidentally met a breeze in the vast sea of nets. It was not so much that he found me first as that his talent attracted me. After becoming good friends, I got close to him and found him very talented and humorous. What I admire more is the thoughtfulness of the breeze, which makes me careless from an early age and ashamed of it.
I remember that in the final sprint stage, I used screen capture to add voice, and Qingfeng accompanied me to read the information of the title exam and did many questions with me. Breeze read and analyze word by word, and choose the answer that he agrees with. After my analysis, I chose the answer and told the breeze the reason for my choice. A lifeless computer is vivid because there is a breeze on the screen; A boring preparation, relaxed and energetic because of the breeze. Then I finished the exam with excellent results.
After the exam, Qingfeng became a doctor and I became a network writer. Whenever I write, Breeze is my mentor, patiently pointing out shortcomings and mistakes. My dependence on the breeze is beyond words. His head lit up, and my heart lit up. His head is gloomy, and my heart is gloomy. In front of the breeze, I became a girl in a second, talking happily, naughty and reckless. The earth revolves around me, and time seems to stay because of the breeze.
I remember once, I didn't agree with the breeze. The gentle breeze was very angry and spoke heavily to me. I am too scared to say more, for fear of adding insult to injury; I want to say a few more words, for fear that I will never have a chance to speak again.
Both of them were silent, and I read the chat records with the breeze again and again, wondering if our friendship would be like a kite with a broken line and nowhere to see. When I was sad, I wrote a poem.
pillow
The pillow is pale, it should be
Internal injuries caused by blood loss
However, it used a few plain flowers to cover up its worries.
Cassia seed is in the pillow.
Very clear. Filling and expansion
Pillow, indigestion
Abdominal pain, bloating.
Insomnia in the dark, accompanied by pillows.
The wind is silent, and there are traces of rain.
The pillow tossed and turned, heavy.
Oh, the pillow was wet in the rain at night.
Cut off the pillowcase and take out the pillow core.
If Cassia likes it, let the sun dry it.
Then put a hemostatic patch on the wound.
I really think time is amazing, it can precipitate flashy, heavy and sincere; Time has witnessed everything, Qingfeng, he didn't lose. A few days later, when he gave me two lollipops, I smiled through tears again.
"On the other side of time, someone is calling my name, which warms my distant and desolate eyes ..."
My friendship with Breeze remains the same. The breeze is like a lamp. Although thousands of miles apart, its light is enough to dispel my desolation and cure my sadness. The breeze is a beacon in the ocean of my life, guiding my direction in the dark and illuminating my journey.
As the car drove slowly into the parking lot, I regained my mind and looked up at my window. The light at home is already on, and the elderly parents are looking forward to their daughter's return. I know Bauer is still looking forward to her mother's return. Under the light, there is a lover waiting with an anxious heart ... At this moment, this lamp at home has made my heart warm and bright.