灯火黄看了一部美国电影,勾起我对油灯的情愫:一个风雪夜,美国的乡村小镇突然断电,爷孙俩搬出了尘封已久的老式油灯。火柴擦燃点着油灯,昏黄的火苗映照出爷孙俩的笑脸,也温暖和触动了我身居异地孤独的心。朦胧、昏黄的灯光下的旧时记忆,就像老照片,顷刻浮出脑海。那时的闽东农村,电力匮乏,照明的只是松油和蜡烛。学校为了提高升学率,破天荒地要求上晚自习。每个学生不得不自备油灯。现在想起来值得自豪的事 Light yellow watched an American movie, aroused my love for the oil lamp: a snowy night, the United States suddenly turned off the rural town, the sun and the sun moved out of the dusty old oil lamp. The matches burn and burn the oil lamp, the faint fire reflects the smiling faces of God and Sun both warm and touched my heart lonely in different places. Obscure, dim light of the old memory, just like the old photos, instantly emerge. At that time, rural Fujian, lack of electricity, lighting only pine oil and candles. School in order to improve enrollment rate, the first time in the evening to require self-study. Every student has to bring their own oil lamp. It is a matter of pride now