2. Before nightfall, the street lamp lights up quietly, shining on every pedestrian at night, shining on every car speeding on the road and illuminating everyone's heart.
On the night when you can't see your fingers, when you walk in the street, what exists in your field of vision is not the bustling streets at all, but the street lamps of the workers who always stop at night. On a stormy night, when you drive in the street, you will be bent by the cold. At this time, you look up at the street lamp, still so tall and straight.
It is winter, and the whole mining area is dripping with snow. The newly installed street lamps stick to their posts and listen to the sound of people stepping through the snow. At this time, the mining area is surprisingly quiet at dusk. I still walk on this path, watching the street lamp stand there firmly. Isn't this a symbol of coal miners' perseverance?
When I walk alone in the middle of the night, the street lamp drags my shadow, which is the length of loneliness.
6. I like street lamps, like the flames jumping under the street lamps, like the leisurely smoke lit by the flames, like your vague face after the smoke, and even like you not saying anything, just giving me a silent back under the street lamps, but I don't like it. You haven't been here yet. Go ahead.