Dark night, a beam of light, leading and helping everyone, I am proud, I am a street lamp!
Dark night, bright moonlight sprinkled, there is a black kitten wandering around like a lost master, a glance, it is difficult to find it. Maybe it was the bleakness of the night, it looked very flustered and helpless, it saw me like seeing the light, all the way to trot over, rubbed against me, then ambushed in my feet, my feet itchy, but the heart is very warm.
Suddenly, from the distance ran over a young man panting, tenderly picked up the kitten, the kitten stretched out his tongue and licked him, and the young man said, "Thank you, street lamp, it is your light that let me get back my baby." At that moment, I was proud that I was a streetlight.
My light was given not only to the kitten, but also to the old grandpas playing chess and the old grannies dancing in the square. I accompanied them, accompanied them, everyone praised me for being bright, praised me for being diligent, my heart is happy, I am proud, I am a street lamp.
I remember one time, the volunteers came to me with a long string of small colored lights in their hands. Yikes, am I going to be decorated? I was so excited. Just saw two volunteers uncle after a series of fiddling, I was wrapped with colorful small lights, power on, a beam of colorful light scattered, a child ran over: "Wow, this street lamp is so beautiful!" At this time, I am more proud, I am a gorgeous street lamp!
Streetlight, what a simple thing, but I'm proud of myself, because I work hard, struggle, dedication ......