Stories under the streetlight
Stories under the streetlight1On the busy street, people come and go, cars and buses weaving in and out of the road, while I stand beside the crosswalk, silently glowing, illuminating the road ahead of each passer-by.......
Because I can't move. So every day I will see a lot of all kinds of people with different stories -
I remember a year of winter, the cold wind mercilessly blowing, although my body of iron can not feel any cold, but I looked at those who are still wearing thin in the winter, hurrying past me, for some reason, the heart of the acidic ...... Just at this time, suddenly there is an old grandmother wearing clothes with patches sat down beside me ......
The wrinkles at the corners of her eyes and the white hair that was blown by the cold wind, really... ...ugh. She is a vegetable seller, oh, are so late still have to be outside for life, can not go home early, not to mention still winter, really anxious for her ah. At this time, my eyes turn, I saw a pair of mother and son in the not far away wandering, they are discussing what ......
Soon, the pair of mother and son toward here, "old lady, how much this vegetable a handful of ah?" "Hey, 5 yuan 5 yuan, this sold out on the close of stalls ......" The mother did not say much, she took out a 10 yuan bill to give her "the day is cold, you go back early, the money ... . hahaha just don't look for it." After saying that, her child smiled at the old lady "Bye!" That innocent smile, really makes me feel that the world is wonderful ......
But, they did not walk a few steps, for some reason, the mother in the hands of the vegetables fell on the ground, perhaps the bundle of vegetables of the belt broke, vegetables scattered all over the ground, at first did not see, and later... ...what? The first thing I saw was a pile of rotten vegetable leaves!
The mother turned her head and frowned, then sighed and said to the child with a smile: "It's just a matter of time.
People left, the day is even colder, and back to the silence, accompanied by the leaves on the street. The street lamps always glow, I pondered, the world has changed? This is a good person to become stupid, or bad people become old?
I, willing to be a streetlamp, because it allows me to see the world that is changing ......
The story under the streetlamp 2I, a streetlamp, the highest streetlamp on this street. During the day, my partner and I watch the cars and people on the road. The sun went down and the moon poked its head out of the clouds. We lit up too.
On this moonlit night, there were few pedestrians on the street. I waited for a while before I saw anyone.
She was a grandmother. I visually estimated that she was already over seventy years old. The white hair was more and more dazzling in the light. Her rickety back, patched clothes, a pair of old can not be old cloth shoes ...... At a glance, her family conditions are very bad.
She walked alone on the street, looked very poor. Slowly, the grandmother walked away. Looking at her far away back, my heart felt very uncomfortable.
Suddenly, for some reason, the grandmother fell on the street. She was so old that she couldn't get up.
At this moment, I wanted to fly to the grandmother's side and help her up! But I was fixed on the curb and could not move. I can only look at the grandmother helplessly.
At this point, a group of young people came from the distance. They walked past the grandmother without even looking at her. One of them even said something like "touching porcelain". I hated them from the bottom of my heart: "What a bunch of people with no conscience!"
Not long after, from the distance came a mother and daughter. At that moment, the little girl ran to the grandmother, helped her up, and helped her walk forward.
The little girl turned around and smiled, and her mom gave her a thumbs up. I witnessed this in the light. I was touched.
Looking at the little girl's back, I thought back to the young people. Yes, the same are strangers, why the gap is so big? The men and women who have become adults are not as good as a child who is only a teenager. It's time to reflect on yourself!
I really hope: people all over the world can be like that little girl, with a pink heart, to help everyone in the world.
I am a lamp, a streetlight.
Originally the dark night was my busiest moment. As the black curtain gradually covers the earth, my crystal clear light bulb begins to glow and work, bringing a ray of light to the people who go out early and come back late. But an accident prevented me from continuing my work. I was so sad that I looked at all kinds of passers-by--
An old woman and a blind grandfather were walking with each other, carrying a small lamp in their hands. This is a homeless couple. At this point, the old woman spoke up, "Old man, what are we buying this lamp for?" The tone was still laced with dissatisfaction. "Ouch!" The old man spoke, "Although I am blind, but my heart can not follow the blind! This night, the street lamps have been destroyed, the long dark night is like a bottomless abyss, we can do more or less good with the lamp, if someone can not feel the road and fell down and got hurt, how can this be done!" The old woman couldn't help but weep when she heard the old man say so. I was also shocked by the old man's words, I can not help but think of the people's saying - "the blind man lit the lamp, waste of wax". Is it in vain? No, what is behind the lighting of the lamp is the social sentiment of helping others. At this moment, I just feel that they emit a charming light.
At this time, a young and beautiful girl into the line of sight, pleasing to the eye. But the next second, I instantly changed my mind. Only to see her spit the gum in her mouth onto me. At this point, I was disgusted, no matter how I get rid of no avail, the chewing gum as a plaster wrapped around my body. And that looks beautiful girl, but long gone ...... look at the girl's back, I thought of the homeless couple just now, the gap between people why will be far from each other?
Humanity's good and evil beauty and ugliness is not measured by the appearance, the heart of the good and evil is to measure the standard of beauty and ugliness.
The story under the streetlight4
At night, after school, Chen Han and her friend were walking home.
Out of fear of the night, the four began to talk and sing loudly. Suddenly, Xia Yu, the most active girl among them, got quiet.
"Are you uncomfortable somewhere? Suddenly so silent." Chen Han worriedly looked at Xia Yu beside her, and saw that she was pale and had a stiff expression.
Chen Han just wanted to stop the two good friends walking on the left to see what was wrong with Xia Yu, but she saw Xia Yu shivering her lips and murmured softly to her, "What about Xiao Han ......? I saw something bad ......"
Something bad? Along with Xia Yu's line of sight, Chen Han looked towards his two friends Wu Fang and Xiao Mei who were walking on the left side of the room with a cheeky smile.
"Don't tease me, where is it?" Chen Han was unimpressed, but when he looked a few more times, he was shocked to realize - there were actually two shadows behind Xiao Mei!
Xiao Mei is talking to the end of the fun, hand dancing, the two shadows behind her also with her movements swinging from side to side, in the illumination of the street lamp is very strange.
"Must be followed by a ghost!" Xia Yu broke out in a cold sweat, "Can't Let it follow Xiao Mei home! Chen Han, one of us will step on a shadow and see if we can drive it away!"
Out of concern for his friend Xiao Mei, Chen Han nodded and agreed to Xia Yu's request. The two quietly went around behind Xiao Mei and Wu Fang, and then stretched out their feet to step on Xiao Mei's shadow.
To the shock of the two men, the shadow that Xia Yu stepped on moved slowly along with Xiao Mei's figure, while the shadow that Chen Han stepped on stopped violently and quickly drifted to the streetlight. When he looked again, the shadow of the streetlight had turned into two!
"Ah! -- "Chen Han and Xia Yu screamed and took off running in the direction of their home, while Xiao Mei and Wu Fang behind them, not knowing why, saw them running away screaming and ran along with them.
The four of them screamed and ran back to the nearest home of Chen Han, who explained the whole process to Xiao Mei and Wu Fang with a gasp, and Xiao Mei was scared.
After returning to school in the morning, Chen Han told his classmates about the incident, only to learn that the school's principal had walked the path a few days ago, passing by the street lamp, suddenly by the street lamp after reaching out to the hand grabbed his foot, only to realize that it was a bruised woman. However, out of a less is more mentality, the principal did not save her. Afterward, the woman dies and is found long after the streetlight.
After that, the four never traveled that road again.
I am a streetlamp, a silent figure standing by a pole in a peaceful neighborhood. The majority of the people living in the neighborhood are old and their children have gone out to work, and the old grandparents. I watched the people passing by me every day, like a warrior guarding their comings and goings.
Time is like running water, in the blink of an eye, New Year's Eve came, and more and more people passed by me. Behind me, the owner of the house, Grandpa Wang and Grandma Wang, early in the morning with a basket, full of joyful smiles, to go to the street to buy usually can not afford to eat the "big dish".
It wasn't long before they returned home with a big basket of fresh vegetables. Wang grandmother can not help the inner joy, to the old partner chatter: "New Year's Eve, the eldest son, the second son and the youngest daughter is finally coming home." After that, they didn't even have time to take a sip of water, they quickly chose vegetables.
At this point, it is already past noon, the old couple has not eaten it, really poor parents ah! I can only stand straight on the side of the road, watching the old couple tired and happy busy.
Gradually, the whole neighborhood is filled with a long time have not smelled the smell of meat, families have begun to prepare for the New Year's Eve dinner, but the old couple as if they did not smell anything, just concentrate on washing the dishes, carefully put the seasoning, and carefully set the plate.
Today's dishes are very different from what they usually eat: usually, the old couple just go to the neighborhood in front of the grocery store to buy some vegetables to casually deal with a meal, today can be considered to be a "full-course meal" are on the table. Appeared in front of my eyes is fried golden potato fries, smells fragrant, let a person straight drooling. And the old couple usually can't afford to buy prawns and spread all over the red chili pepper and garlic green fish head ......
Busy afternoon, it's not easy to take a break, the old couple can't wait to pick up the phone to call the children, but all I hear is a "beep, beep, beep! "The first thing you need to do is to get a good deal of money. The old couple's joyful look suddenly became anxious, despondent. Just when they were doubly disappointed because they couldn't get through to their three children's phones, "Ding零零......" a clear ringtone instantly rang in the house. The old lady quickly bounced up from the sofa, grabbed the handset, close to her mouth, and asked loudly, "Hello, is the boss?"
On the other end of the phone came the older son's urgent voice: "Mom, it's me, I have to work overtime today, I can't come home for dinner." Before the old lady reacted, the phone rang again "beep beep beep" hang up the phone sound.
The old couple sat in front of a large round table, a whole table of food, listening to the laughter of the family gathered upstairs and downstairs, you look at me, I look at you, no chopsticks. At this moment, through the window, I seemed to be able to hear their heartfelt voices of immense loneliness. I hate to take the place of their sons and daughters, to accompany the elderly to eat this New Year's Eve dinner.
"Tick tock, tick tock ......" clock went through eight, nine, ten o'clock, the old man and his wife ate dinner hastily, despondent open the TV, absent-mindedly watching the Spring Festival Gala, listening to the outside". Crackling" firecrackers, helpless and sad. It turned out that the eldest son is a traffic police officer, tonight it is his turn on duty; the second son is an electrician, looking at the end of the day, ready to go home, received a power outage in a neighborhood call for help, without saying a word, followed by other workers rushed to the scene of the power outage neighborhood; the youngest daughter is a well-known doctor, the rest of the year is particularly rare, tonight is no exception. These three children have grown up, each with their own success, is the old couple's greatest pride. The streetlight in front of our fourth grade class was also turned on, and he was shining with the light of knowledge.
Under the street lamp stood a student, he held a book in his hands, "Water Margin", dignified, is reading seriously. The light shines on his body, as if to give him a layer of silver veil. The corridor was quiet, no one came to disturb him. Because at this time the students were watching cartoons in the classroom. In the classroom, there was a string of laughter from the students. But he could not hear any sound, because he has become a little bird, is the book knowledge of the blue sky soaring it!
I went out to use the restroom, and saw that he was so concentrated, I really could not bear to walk past him, could not bear to disturb him. At that moment, my perception told me that my classmates and I were thinking too childishly. We were like birds that had not yet spread their wings, while he became an eagle that was fighting.
Why, why? Why watch TV time he read books? Originally, the language class said: to read more original, less cartoons and cartoon books. Is he from this sentence to sense a path to make life shine? And then I thought: why isn't he reading in the classroom? Ah, I know. He's afraid of holding up his classmates from watching TV!
Do you know who he is? He is the class president of our fourth grade class - my role model - Zhou Tianpeng. I think there is a crystal monument in front of the classroom door of the fourth grade class ......
The streetlights seemed to be brighter, as if they were looking lovingly at the monument.
The story under the streetlamp 7
I am a bright streetlamp, my responsibility is to illuminate people at night time, can help people, so I am very proud.
At seven o'clock sharp, my head lit up, wow! Clean road people come and go, there are home from work staff, playing children, walking the old man ...... At this time, there is a roughly seventy-year-old grandfather suddenly fell heavily on the ground, unable to move, in his side of the walk past many adults, they saw the old grandfather fell on the ground, but as if nothing, continue to walk, not a single kind person. They saw the old grandpa fall on the ground, but if they didn't see it, they continued to walk, and none of them were willing to help him up. At this moment, I very much want to extend a helping hand to help him up, but I can not move, I can not help the old grandfather and feel sad, but also because of the people passing by do not help him up and feel immense anger.
Coincidentally, a cute little girl and her mom passed by, and when they saw the old grandfather, the little girl immediately said, "Mom, this old grandfather is so poor, let's help him!" The mom said, "Good, good boy, let's help the old grandpa together." After that, the little girl and the girls helped the old grandpa up, the girl's mother said kindly: "Master, are you all right?" The old grandpa said brokenly, "My foot seems to be sprained!" The girl's mom said, "Grandpa, I'll call an ambulance for you!" "Hello?120? On the safe road ...... "The old grandfather's eyes glistened with tears and said gratefully, "Thank you! Thank you!" After that, the old grandfather was picked up by the 120, I witnessed this incident, I feel extraordinarily relieved.
The girl and her mother's spirit of helping others is commendable, and I hope that all people can help others as they do, so that the earth becomes warmer.
There is a street lamp in front of my house, which has been serving us silently. On a winter night, I turned my head in my warm room and saw the streetlight. When I closed my eyes that streetlight was still on and on, and I slowly went to sleep ......
When I opened my eyes again, I found myself floating a few meters above the ground. Bending down to look down, I saw that the lower part of my body had turned into a thin black pole several meters long, and I couldn't move, no doubt I had turned into a street lamp. Suddenly I felt a coolness above my head, but couldn't raise my head to find out. "I think it's raining", I thought to myself, but then I saw a lot of snowy, crystal clear stuff falling from the sky. "So it's snow", I cheered happily in my heart. It snowed all night, and the amount of snow on the road was getting bigger and bigger. When the first beam of sunlight shone on the earth the next morning, it was already a pale snowy landscape, and a white hat was put on top of my head. Suddenly I heard a small child exclaim, "Look, snow!" Behind him also followed a large group of children who built a snowman at my feet. While the children were happy, it brought trouble to the adults, who all had to rush to work, and the roads had speed limits on snowy days. The snow brought inconvenience to the adults. In the evening, the snow finally stopped, and people went home early to rest. Then I suddenly heard a few old voices: "We must clear the snow from this street tonight." It turned out to be the sanitation workers, who began to sweep the snow off the road without stopping. I witnessed all this. Just as they were sweeping away the snow from the street little by little, a few older sanitation workers tripped and fell because the light was too dim, and I couldn't help but feel a little self-conscious, and I made sure to make the light brighter. I used all my energy to turn up the lights, and before long, the three meters around me were illuminated. After the snow was cleared, those sanitation workers remembered to take out a few boxes of rice in sharing to eat, they ate while they kept exclaiming, "This street light is really bright today!" "Yes!" Another person also replied, and then they continued to eat happily, and my heart was also very pleased.
The next day when people woke up and saw the neat and snow-free roads, they marveled, and my body slowly warmed up, and in a trance, the dream woke up. I sat up in bed and couldn't help but praise those who usually serve us, and it is with those people that our lives become better and our society works well.
Stories from the streetlight9I am a streetlight, from a square, transported by workers to a crossroads in a city and other partners to light up the city. I stand in the crossroads, and the streets are filled with all kinds of people walkers, each with a different story.
At night when it was dark, the people on the road gradually became less and less, the people selling food and other things on the street went home, and the road was not as busy as it was during the day. At this time, a working uncle walked by, he lowered his head, dragged his bag on the ground, listlessly bent over, walking down the street. At this time, there was a burst of music, I looked around curiously, trying to find out the source of that sound, listen carefully, oh, it was that uncle's cell phone ringtone ah. The uncle took out his cell phone, answered the phone, breathlessly answered a: "Hey a-" This time the phone came out of the voice: "Where are you? Hurry back to work." "Oh." The uncle replied, and walked towards the company. At that moment, the music started again. The uncle's wrinkled brow unfolded, with a smile in the corner of his eye, and he answered the phone gently: "Hello -" A voice that can soothe one's soul came from the phone: "Son, when do you get off work, today I have made your favorite food -..." This call seems to have a magic as if, uncle all of a sudden on the spirit, stride towards the company.
In the distance, there came a sound of Ting theater, which was a group of migrant workers who just got off work. They hooked shoulders, dirty face full of smiles. Oh, so it is their paychecks, and everyone is talking about the use of this money - to send home to the family's living expenses, to save money to buy a car, buy a house ... ... But one of them looked sad and silent, counting the money in his hand over and over again. The worker next to him noticed his abnormality and elbowed him in the chest, asking: "What's wrong? You just got paid and you're still not happy." He sighed and replied, "I have two children at home. School, the old man's medical expenses, this money is still not enough ah." The surrounding workers who were still fooling around immediately stopped, and all of them pulled out a few pieces of money from the money they had already planned, and handed them to him. His hand tightly tugged at the money, tears in his eyes spinning.
In life, there are nine out of ten things that are not as good as they should be, but there is always someone to smooth out that furrowed brow. My yellow light illuminates the dark road, silently illuminating a bright side for pedestrians.
The story under the street lamp 10You see, at night, thousands of households have turned on the lights, how beautiful. Our fourth grade class in front of the street lamp is also open, he shines but the light of knowledge. Under the street lamp stood a student, he held a book in his hands "Water Margin", dignified, is reading seriously.
The light shone on his body, like a silver veil on him. The corridor was quiet, no one came to disturb him. Because at this time the students are watching cartoons in the classroom. In the classroom, there was a string of laughter from the students. But he couldn't hear any sound because he had turned into a little bird and was soaring in the blue sky of book knowledge! I went out to use the restroom, and when I saw that he was so concentrated, I just couldn't bear to walk past him and disturb him. At that moment, my perception told me that my classmates and I were thinking too childishly. We were like little birds that hadn't spread their wings yet, while he became an eagle that was fighting. Why, why? Why did he read books during TV time? It turned out that the language class taught that we should read more original books and less cartoons and animated books. Is he from this sentence to sense a path to make life shine?
I thought again: how come he doesn't read books in the classroom? Ah, I know. He was afraid of delaying his classmates from watching TV! Do you know who he is? He is the class president of our fourth grade class - my role model - Zhou Tianpeng. I think, in front of the classroom door of the fourth grade class there is a crystal monument ...... street lamps seem to be brighter, as if they are lovingly looking at this monument.
The story under the street lamp 11I am a street lamp. In front of me every day a new story, or touching, or sad ......
The little girl was riding her bicycle and accidentally collided with a speeding car. The bike flew out, while the little girl was unfortunately crushed under the car, unable to move, bright red liquid slowly flowed out. The driver stopped the car immediately. My heart seemed to be burning, I wish I was a Hercules, to move the car, the car that was about to take the life of the little girl. In the nick of time, a blue wave came towards this place, again like a group of lovely Smurfs. In a flash, this car was surrounded. With one dry move, the little girl was saved. The whole process took only 11 seconds. And this group of lovely Smurfs is not afraid of hard work, east and west of the takeaway boy.
The sky darkened, and I sent out a faint light. At this time, a grown man drooped his head, dragging his tired body past me, and the tears in his eyes kept swirling. The rain was pattering down, and he couldn't tell which was tears and which was rain on his face. One foot had already stepped over the bridge railing, and the other followed closely. Suddenly, a police officer scurried out and pulled him down. "I am too tired. There is an old man on top and a young man underneath. Rushing to earn money every day, working at four in the morning, leaving work at nine in the evening, but still not enough for the family to spend. What is the meaning of my living ......" he cried tearfully. I'm not sure if you're going to be able to get a good deal on a new product, but I'm sure you're going to be able to get a good deal on a new product.
Ordinary posts, extraordinary actions, so that Hangzhou has become warmer; difficult life, uncompromising life, spit out the bitter water still forward.
The story under the streetlight12
Summer nights, hot and irritating, I straighten up in the street, trying to stare at the snowy eyes, staring at the people gathered at the foot.
The people in the night seemed extraordinarily hot. At this time, came over to a large woman and an aunt. Said: "Auntie, I heard that you sprained your back, I haven't seen you out for a walk for a long time." "Feeling better?" Auntie asked. "Much better, no, out for a walk." A very hot mental state appeared in Auntie's expression.
Not long after, the wind came and blew me shivering. At that moment, a middle-aged couple, with a child, came to see their mother, who had sprained her back. The child was freezing and screaming, at that moment, I wanted to be a coat to warm her up. Unfortunately, I am just a street lamp, lighting is my main function.
"Xiaojun, Xiao Lu, come and play chess!" Ming Ming, who had just started kindergarten, was hooked on playing chess. "Coming, coming." The three men took their seats on the wooden pier. The lively chess game began.
Xiaofei, who had just started middle school, sat below me, staring at the stars in the sky and lost in thought, "Why, can't I do anything right?" Mom silently came over and patted Xiao Fei's back. Said, "Son, although the streetlight is bright, it is most scenic at night, people don't need it during the day." "Oh, mom, people have flaws and strengths, you can't get down on yourself because of your flaws, right?" Faye laughed, and so did I.
Late at night, looking at the happy people I glowed with more energy.
The story under the street lamp 13
I am a street lamp, people's lives can not do without me, if there is no me at night, the street will be a dark, out of reach.
At night, a black curtain was drawn in the sky, countless jewel-like stars and a bright moon dotted the night, suddenly, a flash of light appeared in the darkness of the night, yes, that's me.
I can't move, and every day many people of all shapes and sizes pass in front of me, while seeing many, many interesting things.
I saw a grandmother with gray hair who looked to be in her 70s. He was walking slowly on his crutches. I really wanted to help her, but unfortunately, I could not move. At that moment, a young man came and said to the grandmother, "Let me help you!" The grandmother refused again and again, but the man kept insisting, so she had no choice but to agree. I watched and smiled happily.
I also saw a few little boys, they stared at me with big round eyes, I was very happy, because, finally, someone noticed me. But the next second, they picked up a stone from the ground and threw it at me, my body was in great pain, I wanted to stop them, but unfortunately I couldn't speak.
Although I can't move or talk, I can light the way for people in the dark night and make a small contribution to my country, so I'm still happy.