往昔的那盏煤油灯仍然记忆犹新;当生活较为简朴的时候,它照亮了通向未来的路程。它的光线的确暗淡,但这足已把屋子照亮;它一直在尽自己的力量,把光明撒在微笑和哭泣的脸上。油灯底部煤油满载,灯芯整齐,灯罩洁白。油灯一直放在餐台,直到就寝时才拿开。我记得灯芯逐渐变短时,父亲 The old kerosene lamp is still fresh in its memory; when life is relatively simple, it illuminates the journey to the future. Its light was indeed dim, but it was enough to illuminate the house; it had been doing its utmost to throw light in a smile and a crying face. At the bottom of the lamp, the kerosene is full, the wick is neat, and the lampshade is white. The oil lamp was kept on the dining table until it was taken away. I remember when the wick gradually became shorter, the father