一

In the dark night, the air is very stuffy. The power outage gives people the illusion that nature has stopped wind. I saw off my friends and wanted to escape the darkness, so I hurried home, because there was a light there that would always shine for me.

The car music plays soothingly, and the mood relaxes. "On the way, there is only one light to accompany me along the way. Thousands of mountains and seas, each with its own expression..." Listening to Lin Zhiying sing this song "The Lamp That Never Goes Out", the rich voice, touching melody and tactful lyrics , deeply attracted me, causing a scream in my heart. I don't need to close my eyes, the past events can emerge one after another, and every lyric can touch the chord in my heart. I try hard to control my emotions, but inadvertently burst into tears. Yes, at every stage of my life, there is such a light, flowing with warmth and shining light, illuminating my journey all the way.

I remember when I was a child, although my mother was young, she was frail and sickly. The lights in the house are like beans, and he seems to be extremely tired and drowsy. My mother's headaches worsened every evening, as if the lights were lighting up her persistent headaches. Therefore, the lights at home were turned on very late every night, and the lights could not be darker. The weak light flickered brightly and dimly, matching the rhythm of her mother's moans and sobbing when she was in extreme pain. My mother always had a handkerchief wrapped around her head. Occasionally if it was a little loose, she would ask me to help tie it tightly. Even if I tried my best to tie the handkerchief, I could not tie the handkerchief tightly, let alone relieve my mother's headache. She had to pinch her temples with her thumb and index finger and rub them over and over again.

When I saw my mother getting up that day, I moved a small stool for her to sit on, and she pointed to the bench next to her. I moved the bench to my mother's side. She held her head in her hands and crawled on the bench, with a painful expression, sweating profusely, and moaning. My mother was shouting so hard that her mouth was dry and her tongue was burnt. When I brought a glass of water, I saw her knocking her head on the stool again and again, and bright red blood streaks appeared on her forehead. My heart was hurt, the cup fell to the ground, I held my mother's head and cried loudly.

Subsequently, the mother was sent to the hospital. After school the next day, I went to the town hospital to visit her. When we came back, the mountains were high and the road was far away, and the sky was getting dark. Winter nights in the countryside are particularly dark. The cold wind makes the pines whimper and rock eagles cry on the cliffs. The owl's eyes shot out two green lights from the top of the tree, and its screams of "wow, wah, wah, wah" were terrifying. At night when I can't see my fingers, walking on the country road, I rely on the familiar feeling to leave deep and shallow footprints along the way. I subconsciously blocked out the terrifying sounds in the wild and only listened to my own rapid breathing and pounding heartbeat.

Suddenly, a ray of light flashed in the distance. It was a glimmer of hope in the dark journey. I was pleasantly surprised and couldn't help but speed up my pace. As the lights got closer and closer, I slowed down and asked myself, who would be rushing in such a hurry in this dark wilderness and the biting cold wind at night? Thinking of this, I stopped at the corner of the road, and saw the oncoming light also stopping my progress.

"Run'er, is that you? Don't be afraid, I'll pick you up." It was Uncle Tiezhu's voice. I was ecstatic and quickly answered.

Uncle Tiezhu is blind, and it is dark in his eyes even during the day, with no sense of light, but the darkness does not affect his warm-heartedness. He heard from his grandma that I was going to the hospital to see my mother after school, so he lit up a borrowed lantern (a lamp with a windproof glass cover) and came to pick me up on the mountain road. At this time, I felt like I had been greatly wronged. When I rushed into my uncle's arms, I burst into tears of disappointment.

The figure of the uncle is illuminated by the lantern, and the darkness of the mountain village is lit up by the lantern. He held the lantern in one hand and held my little hand in the other. The warmth in his palm spread throughout my body. The bright light surrounded me in an instant. Although he has never seen the light, he holds a lamp to illuminate the darkness and illuminates my direction himself.

二

Recalling the past, I drove to the intersection without realizing it. There was a power outage, and the traffic lights at the intersection were lost to maintain order. People and cars slowed down, but I was still immersed in the melody of the song.

"People come and go and suffer, but I am me when the tide ebbs and flows. With a smile, the sea and the sky are brighter..." Yes, why shouldn't life be like this? I have also experienced ups and downs, joys and sorrows in my life. In the end, I also experienced the experience of smiling and taking a step back to open up the world.

I still remember that there was a light in my life that saved me from a desperate situation. That year I entered a low point in my life and my career was in trouble. It was night, and I was working overtime at my workplace. I was wearing a cheongsam and a crystal hairpin in my hair, shining under the bright lights. An unexpected incident occurred and I instantly fell into the wrong hands. The burly man in black grabbed the clothes on my chest, pulled and pushed me, insulting and pushing me. The sound of smashing glass came one after another, tearing the past tranquility of the unit. With a pale face, I pretended to be calm, trying to calm everyone down while mediating among a dozen or so people.

By chance, I escaped from the other party's clutches and escaped through the back door. There seemed to be countless pairs of eyes searching behind me, and there seemed to be a car chasing me. I could vaguely hear noisy shouts in my ears. Turning my back on the direction of the light, I ran as hard as I could, toward the abyss of darkness. The night covered my panic and panic in my escape, and the darkness enveloped my fearful helplessness. I don’t know how long I walked, but the surroundings were eerily quiet. In addition to my own heartbeat and breathing, I could hear the chaotic chirping of crickets. My heart was also in chaos like a few crickets. I felt my heartbeat getting heavier and heavier, my breathing getting faster and faster, and my pace gradually slowed down. Suddenly I saw a light shining not far away.

As I approached the light, a temporary and simple work shed appeared in front of me. Light blue asbestos tiles form a low pigeon cage, and an incandescent lamp emits dim light. On the wooden shelf, the miniature electric fan was overwhelmed, sluggish and groaning like an old cow grinding. In this midsummer season, the outside temperature seems unable to offset the chill in my heart. My legs were weak and my limbs were cold. I rushed in, my vision went dark, and I fell to the ground.

When I woke up again, a little girl under ten years old was holding my head. The hostess was feeding me a glass of warm water, and the male host was smoking a cigarette and looking here and there from time to time.

I struggled to sit up. After briefly explaining the situation, the simple hostess brought her clothes and trousers, handed them to me and said, "You are too conspicuous in what you are wearing. Put on my clothes and take them." If you wear a dazzling hairpin, it will not be easy to be discovered..."

The woman in her thirties in front of her showed a deep sense of human true feelings in her shallow smile; her ordinary actions , but gave me the courage to reborn. In the corner where the mosquito net was hanging, I changed clothes silently, like a baptism of life: shedding the gorgeous and returning to ordinary. The low work shed, the crowded room, and the dim lights have become a warm stop on the road of my life. Although the light was not bright, the crystal hairpin held by the little girl still shone brightly. Just like the little girl's home and family, in the dark corners of the city, they extended a helping hand to me and illuminated the darkness with the light of humanity.

I still don’t know her name, but her smile and the warm light have always been deep in my heart, inspiring me to never stop.

三

The car was driving all the way, and the lyrics made me cry and complain, allowing me to continue to remember.

"Because of a relationship, even if I go through hardships, I don't feel homeless..."

Many years later, with a wandering soul, I finally found the harbor of words, and again There is a light that accompanies me all the way. In this quiet ocean, every word is a drop of sea water that cleanses 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. flower. The vast sea is the home of the soul. There is a light in the distance, like a beacon in the darkness, guiding the way forward.

Recalling the professional title exam that year, the review entered the last six months. In order to balance work and rest, I arranged a break between classes and went to the ancient poetry study room of Sina UC to play with wheat. You can freely choose the programs performed in the room. The contents of the performances include: recitation of ancient poetry, recitation of modern poetry, talking about topics, singing, dancing, etc.

I first mute the sound to review my professional knowledge. When the administrator prompts me that the next microphone is coming, I turn on the sound to watch the performance. My performances are all simple. After greeting the administrator, I sing a song and then go off.

"Hello, overseas Chinese, long time no see?" A private message came from the room, showing that the other party's name was Breeze.

"I'm sorry, you got the wrong person. I'm not familiar with you, and I'm not an overseas Chinese." After I politely replied, I exited the UC room early.

The next day, the third day... As long as I enter the UC room, the breeze still greets me, but I ignore it. A week later, I finally couldn’t help but wonder who the saint Breeze was? When he was performing, I clicked on the screen and saw that he was hanging on the mic with a picture of green trees, reciting Nalan Rongruo's "Drinking Water".

"If life is just like the first time we met, why is the autumn wind so sad and painted on the fan? It is easy to change the heart of an old friend, but it is said that the heart of an old friend is easy to change..." After the recitation, there is an explanation of the meaning of the words. The sound of the breeze is very magnetic and erudite. The allusion in the conjunction "Autumn Fan Seeing Donations" is also explained in detail. He made full use of the six minutes of time on the mic.

"Do you like ancient poetry? Your recitation and explanation are very good!" After he turned off the microphone, I sent him a private message.

"It seems that you like it too! Why don't we add friends to communicate?" Breeze replied.

In this way, Breeze and I met by chance in the vast sea of ????the Internet. It wasn't so much that he discovered me first, but it was his talent that attracted me. After we became good friends, I got to know him closely and discovered that he was talented and funny. What I admire even more is Breeze's carefulness, which makes me, who has been careless since childhood, ashamed of it.

I remember that in the final sprint, I used screen capture and voice, and Breeze accompanied me to read the materials for the professional title exam and accompany me to complete a large number of test questions. Breeze read and analyzed word by word, and selected the answer he recognized. After analysis, I selected the answer and told Breeze the reason for my choice. A lifeless computer becomes vivid because of the breeze on the screen; a boring exam preparation becomes relaxed and full of vitality because of the breeze. After that, I completed the exam with excellent results.

After passing the exam, Breeze became half a doctor, and I became an online writer. Whenever I write an article, Breeze is my mentor, patiently pointing out shortcomings and mistakes. My dependence on the breeze is indescribable. When his head is bright, my heart is bright; when his head is gray, my heart is dim. In front of the breeze, I instantly transform into a little girl, talking happily, naughtily, and without scruple. The earth seems to be rotating around me, and time seems to have stopped due to the breeze.

I remember one time, Breeze and I had a disagreement. Breeze, who had always had a gentle personality, was very angry and spoke very harshly to me. I was very scared and didn't dare to say more, for fear that the description would get darker and darker; I wanted to say a few more words, for fear that I would never have the chance to speak again.

Both of them were silent. I looked through the chat records with Breeze over and over again, wondering if our friendship would be like a kite with its string broken, nowhere to be found. When I was sad, I wrote a poem

"Pillow"

The pillow's face was pale, it should be

internal injuries caused by blood loss

However, it used a few plain flowers to hide its thoughts

The cassia seeds in the pillow were crystal clear and bright. Stuffed and bulging

Pillow, indigestion

Abdominal pain, bloated and uncomfortable

Insomnia in the dark night, accompanied by pillow

The wind is silent , Rain marks

The pillow tossed and turned, heavy

Oh, the pillow got wet from the rain at night

Cut the pillowcase and take out the pillow core

cassia seeds like words, let the sun dry them

Then use a hemostatic patch to stick the wound

I really feel that time is full of magic, it can precipitate glitz and thicken sincerity; Time has witnessed everything, the breeze, he is not lost. A few days later, when he gave me two lollipops, I burst into laughter again.

"On the other side of time, someone is calling my name, warming my desolate eyes from far and near..."

The friendship between Breeze and I remains the same.

The breeze is like a lamp. Although it is thousands of miles away, its light is enough to dispel my desolation and heal my sadness. The breeze is the beacon in the ocean of my life, guiding me in the dark and illuminating my journey.

The car drove slowly towards the parking lot. I took back my thoughts and looked up at the window of my home. The lights at home have been lit, and the windows reflect the figures of the elderly parents looking forward to the return of their daughter. I know that there are also the eyes of the second child looking forward to the return of their mother. Under the light, my lover's anxious heart is waiting... At this moment, this lamp in my home has already illuminated my heart warmly and brightly.