Light and shadow

Light certainly does not exist only for the sake of darkness, because light also grows in the moment of light. For example, the white sun flies on the ground, it is the light in the light. Of course, most of the light is due to the existence of darkness. The bright things that grow such are: candles, oil lamps, lanterns, light bulbs, lanterns, bonfires, and so on. The moon and the stars are undoubtedly the light that grows in the dark, but they may grow unconsciously, so the attitude toward darkness is relatively tolerant.

The light that I remember the deepest is the candlelight. When the country was small, the mountain village had no electricity, and it had to be torn through the candlelight. What I love to do is to cut the candle. When the candle burns for about half an hour, the cotton core will jump out of the scarlet spark. If you don't cut it, the candle will not be said. It will also smash down the string of tears and dirty the candle. I cut the candle, unlike other people's scissors, I used my own hands, put the thumb and the two thumbs together, hold the breath into the candle, the sharp fingernails are sharper than the scissors, one The cotton wick was quickly smashed, and the flame of the candle became Sven again. I did this, and I never burned my hands. It’s not that my skin is thick, but I’m doing all these things, and the fire hasn’t had time to lick me. The burning candles are squatting, but they are not thrown away. The girls like to put them together, hold them in a metal box, sit on the stove, dissolve them, pick up a few dry branches, use Fingers licking the hot candle oil to pinch the wax. Wax flowers, such as plum blossoms, look crystal clear, like pink, add a red candle in the candle, melted and squeezed out the wax is pink. In those days, there were no waxes in the cabinets and window sills! It seems that the end of light is not always dark, and through another channel, they will get a bright new life.

The least what I like in the light is the sun. Often I haven't slept yet, it shines the window brightly. In the summer, it will shake you to open your eyes, and people will feel blind in the strong light. But I don't hate the sun at dusk. They are simply a golden line that has been sown from heaven, making the earth shine. In comparison, the moonlight is the least annoying, and perhaps there is a strong darkness against it. Its light is always soft, with a misty, misty, misty atmosphere, giving people a boundless reverie. The state of mind. Good moonlight texture is strong, you feel that it is not light, but a ribbon, which can be used to bundle hair. And the moonlight that lingers in the mountains and rivers is not as poor as the sun. The moonlight makes the mountains clear, the water becomes tender, the water is wrapped in the moonlight, and the river is like the huge strings of the roots, the breeze is light. When you caress, it will make melodious music.

The lantern and the oil lamp, because of the glass lampshade, are a bit like the electric lights. Very strange, my impression is that the lanterns are more old-fashioned and more grooms, they carry it, either to feed the animals to the night grass, or to check whether the bolt is bolted. And the people who are holding the oil lamps, most of them are old women, they are holding the oil lamp to the soles of the shoes or to make up the clothes. The oil lamps are like the flames of the beans, reflecting their gray hair and the aging face. . Therefore, I think that the lantern and the oil lamp are closely related to the long light in front of the coffin, because the people who make these two lights are not far from the day when the lights are on.

With light, and with all kinds of heavenly and human things, there is a shadow. Clouds and green hills have shadows, and their shadows are often projected on the water; trees, houses, livestock, fences, people, flowers and birds all have shadows. Some shadows are beautiful, such as the shadow of the trees swaying in the breeze in the moonlight, the shadow of the sunset drifting in the water at dusk, and the shadow of the little cats in the candlelight. The shadow I impressed the most was the shadow of the candlelight reflecting on the wall. They had the shadow of the table, the shadow of the vase, the shadow of the feather duster inserted in the corner of the cabinet, and there was also a shadow. These shadows on the wall change with the change of light, and suddenly become fat, and suddenly become thinner; suddenly and long, suddenly and short, people feel that the shadow is a shadow after all, once it is separated from the real thing, it Got it.

In the memories of light and shadow, a shadow of a violin will emerge. There is a violin hanging on the wall of my house, only my father can let it sing. When its melody rings, you can still feel the light even in gloomy weather. The sound of the piano can shed light, and such light can illuminate the absurd heart, but this kind of light can't see the shadow.

The richness of life made the lanterns and the oil lamps gradually go away, and the candlesticks became only a fashionable exhibition. When we walked home with the more and more beautiful neon lights in the bustling market, and sighed for the traces of the old lights, the pastings of the lights and shadows were destined to be faintly presented at midnight dreams. .

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