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夜深人静,我独自一人坐在办公桌前,明亮的台灯照在我书写的纸面上,手中的钢笔,勾起了我对往日那一盏又一盏灯的许多思念,几多感慨。 六岁那年,正值“大跃进”结束不久,我走进了家乡的木林堂小学读初小。下午放学回家,牵着牛儿上山坡,太阳落山时,骑上牛儿把家归。那时,晚上做家庭作业就全靠那盏小小的煤油灯了。说起那盏煤油灯,我记得是父亲在用完墨水之后的一个小玻璃瓶上钻一个小洞,用铁皮卷一个小圆筒,穿上线做成。这盏十分简陋的煤油灯,火光虽然显得渺小,它却伴随我度过了一个又一个不眠之夜,点燃了我少年心灵的希望之光。
In the dead of night, I was sitting alone at my desk. The bright table lamp shone on the paper I was writing. The fountain pen in my hand reminded me of many thoughts on the light of the old days and how much my thoughts were. At the age of six, shortly after the “Great Leap Forward” ended, I entered the primary school of Mulin Tang Primary School in my hometown. Afternoon home after school, holding the ox on the hillside, when the sun sets, ride the ox to the home. At that time, homework was done at night thanks to the little kerosene lamp. Speaking of kerosene lamps, I remember my father drilling a small hole in a small glass bottle after it had run out of ink. This very simple kerosene lamp, although the flames seem insignificant, but with me spent one sleepless night after another, ignited the light of my youth’s hope.