The straight road, with street lamps, white telephone poles and golden lights on both sides, looks like a group of trumpets standing on both sides of the road to meet guests from all walks of life. The cars on the road shuttle back and forth, colorful, what a beautiful light color!
"One, two, three ..." I counted the lights on gradually. The bright lights in the window of a building aroused my infinite reverie. ...
"Cousin has dinner!" My little cousin who came to my house ran to the balcony and said to me. I pulled him over and pointed to a house and said, "Lily, guess what the people in that house are doing?"
"Well, I'll say they're having dinner first, and the table is full of fish, meat, chicken and lobster ..." My cousin said.
"Do you think today is a holiday?" I said, "They are watching TV, watching Sanshui news and discussing the new things in Sanshui."
"No, grandma said, life is good now, every day seems to be a holiday, and we have prawns for dinner today ..."
While we were arguing, grandma invited us to dinner again.
"Grandma, didn't you say that every day seems to be a holiday now? But my cousin doesn't agree ... "My cousin told grandma.
"Hey, you naughty boy," grandma smiled and touched Xiaoli's head, looking very satisfied.
"Grandma, talk to me!" Xiao Li Lala's grandmother's hand said.
I looked up at my grandmother and saw that she was looking at the flashing lights outside, and her eyes were full of joy.
"Life is much better now than before. Look at this beautiful lamp, how bright! Light up our hearts. " Grandma suddenly changed the subject and pointed to the flashing "Golden Dragon" on Jianlibao Road.
"Mom, children, it's time to eat." Mom smiled and came over to urge us.
"Oh, eat prawns!" Xiaoli clapped her hands and ran into the restaurant. I also sat at the dinner table, saw the sumptuous meal, thought about what grandma said just now, looked at the lights outside the window and thought, Today everyone must have a holiday again.
In the dim night, I saw the street lamp shoot the shadow of the substation box on the sidewalk at random on a white wall of the construction site, interlaced with the branches of trees.
I thought of countless nights, so flickering, flickering blue and white lights shrouded my father to spend one waiting time with him.
He always wears black clothes, from winter to summer, from down jacket to shirt, black and white and mostly black, and his style is easily hidden in the crowd and inconspicuous.
Father likes to stand under the green banyan tree at the school gate, looking at the middle school students interspersed in the crowd, looking for my trace. He is not arrogant and impetuous, letting the street lamps scatter on him, and his body will always keep the action of inserting bags.
On one occasion, the teacher delayed the class time, at least ten minutes later than the prescribed time. When I passed KFC last class, I told my father to take an egg tart. So after school, I was filled with joy and ran out of the classroom all the way. As I expected, my father is my father. As usual, he wore a black slim coat and stood under the same tree, keeping the posture of inserting bags. It's just a white plastic bag in my hand, which is half bright and half dark under the light.
I know what's inside.
"Have you been waiting for a long time?" I asked casually, my hand was itchy in the bag.
"Well ... not long," my father replied vaguely, and I forgot the question.
When I got home, my mother told me that as soon as I asked my father to bring the egg tart, he left home for school early, at least nearly an hour earlier. One is afraid of traffic jams, and the other is afraid of being late for eating egg tarts. In a word, I'm afraid I can't find anyone at the school gate, so I'll try to wait.
He would rather stand by and watch for an extra hour than let me stand on the busy road for a few minutes.
In the dim shadow under the light, it is no longer a faint leisurely silence. What's more, it's a love that gushes out but is hard to return.
Father's love, like light interlaced with reality, will never melt in time like snowflakes, but will grow stronger and stronger like old wine.
We live in a vast world and are often moved by some things. There are many reasons that move us, sometimes a voice, sometimes a look, sometimes a color, sometimes a scene. In my life, I experienced many things that moved me, and one of them made me unforgettable for a long time.
Every winter vacation, I will go back to my hometown with my parents. Because my hometown is remote, the cell phone signal there is always unstable. Because my aunt has a wireless network, I always go to her house to play, sometimes for a whole day, or even eat at her house.
In winter, it gets dark early in the countryside and the weather is very cold. As soon as it gets dark, there will be no one outside the village. One night, I came out from my aunt's house after nine o'clock. Just out of menstruation's house, the long-awaited cold wind got into my neck. I wrapped my clothes and hurried home along a cement road. There is no one on the roadside, it is dark all around, and the night in the country is suffocating. There seems to be something unknown hidden in this silence. I suddenly felt scared and ran away. I run fast, but I'm more afraid. I kept seeing horrible faces in horror movies I had seen before, and I cried as I ran. I might be scared, too.
Just when I was in extreme fear, I vaguely saw a light ahead. I wiped the tears from the corner of my eyes and looked at them carefully. There is really light! This light seems to be a savior, which calms my nervous and fearful mood a lot. I slowed down and approached the light. I saw a figure, so familiar. Isn't it my grandmother?
Grandma has bad legs and feet, so it is inconvenient to walk. Knowing that I come home late every day, she is waiting for me on the roadside not far from my home. I wonder how long grandma has been waiting for me here in such a cold day. At this moment, I am no longer afraid, but deeply moved! I can't help crying.
I want to say thank you to my grandmother for your little love in my life. These loves are small and real, and they come from a heart that has gone through many vicissitudes. When these loves come together, they will be the eternal touch in my life.
Tonight, my mother and I went to flower city square by bus, where the Lantern Festival was being held.
On the side of Huali Road, we saw the towering "small waist" and the shiny black West Tower, shining with dazzling light. It is worth mentioning that the lights on the "villain's waist" have become diverse and no longer monotonous. There are seven colors like a rainbow, and the flash like crystal agate, let alone how beautiful it is. The West Tower also has a gorgeous "coat"-an orange flash. These two tall buildings echo each other from afar!
Approached a look, I saw the dark crowd headed for flower city square. Before we went in, I saw the blue sparks with my sharp eyes, huh? What is this? It turned out to be a color-changing corridor built with lights. I really like it. My mother also read my mind and kept taking pictures of me. In this way, my mother and I walked and filmed, and unconsciously walked along this 100-meter-long "light corridor" with people.
After walking through the "bright corridor", you come to the center of the square. This is the ocean of light, the world of light. Because everything seems to be surrounded by lights: there is white light in the sky, which clearly illuminates the white clouds in the sky, and the large and small screens on the surrounding buildings are flashing. The lighthouse on the Lantern Festival also regularly changes different brilliance, sometimes becoming deeper and shallower, giving the lights a dreamy color. What is particularly striking is the lighthouse in the shape of a big umbrella. The handle of the umbrella is like a miniature waist line, and charming patterns appear on the umbrella from time to time. What I like best are clusters of mushroom-shaped lights. The umbrella of the mushroom will change color, and several fluorescent tentacles-like "wicker" will hang down from the top of the mushroom. They danced to the music. It's amazing!
I was dazzled by all kinds of lights. When I looked down at the flowers, I found that the lights on the ground in the square were staggered. It turns out that these lights come from street lamps under ground glass. Although their light is very weak, it can shine on your shoes, which is enough to make us feel that we are walking in an ocean of dreamy light. There is also a flash, which is short-lived but eye-catching. It is not the light of a flashlight, but the white light emitted by photographers and tourists' cameras when shooting. This white light keeps jumping back and forth in many beautiful lights, just like a naughty elf.
Walking in the sea of lights in flower city square, we can't help sighing: What a veritable Lantern Festival!