When I was in elementary school, my family shared a kerosene lamp.
The kerosene lamp was made by your grandfather. The mother and sister were full of curiosity and surrounded your grandfather and stared at your grandfather's every move: Your grandfather first found a large ink bottle, poured half a bottle of kerosene, then drilled a small round hole in the center of the metal bottle cap, put it on the bottle and tightened it, then rolled it into a thin tube with white iron sheet, penetrated a cotton yarn core, inserted the thin tube into the round hole of the bottle cap and inserted it to the bottom of the bottle, and a kerosene lamp was ready.
Your fifth uncle had already held the matchbox in his hand. At this time, he could not wait to polish the matches and lit the kerosene lamp. The weak and gentle light illuminated everyone's face, covered with a layer of blush, and everyone smiled, your grandfather's smile was proud, and the children's smile was filled with surprise.
Every night, until your home is out of sight, your grandma is willing to light the kerosene lamp. The gentle light slowly spreads in the house. The family is divided into three layers. Who is on which layer, and the light depends on the work you are doing. The outermost layer is the weakest, your grandma is peeling the hemp; the middle light is okay, your grandma is placing the soles of the shoes; the innermost circle is the brightest, and the children who are studying are doing their homework.
Every time my mother finished her homework, she took out an extracurricular book, carefully put it in a corner of the kang table, and read it with relish, feeling indescribable satisfaction and happiness.
When I was in junior high school, I had my own kerosene lamp.
When my mother was in junior high school, your grandfather specially made a kerosene lamp for her mother, a small dark green ink bottle as the lamp body, and a white tin thin tube. The whole light looks small, exquisite and unique, making people like it indescribably.
Mom is on boarding school , and each student has his own kerosene lamp.
During the day, all the kerosene lamps are placed on the windowsill of the classroom, large and small, tall and short, with different colors, like a row of disciplined soldiers waiting for dispatch, becoming a different scenery in the classroom.
Evening self-study, kerosene lamps were taken to the desk by the owner and lit them one after another. Looking from afar, the lights are lit, like beans and stars, row by row, warm and spectacular. Looking up, the lights are so friendly, burning leisurely, jumping, and the soft light hits the book, accompanied by the "wiping" writing sound, quiet and happy.
Yes, in that era of lack of electricity, we have experienced countless hard study after working hard.
Children, little kerosene lamp, dim light like beans, let mother miss that simple happy years of dreams.
The present incandescent lamp . Energy-saving lamps, bright and bright as daylight, reminding us to cherish and struggle, grow up every day, be better than the past every year, work hard and meet at the top.
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