又是一个暗无边际的夜晚,点灯人提着油灯颤颤巍巍地走在街道上,他架起梯子,小心翼翼的爬到路灯顶端,打开灯罩,点燃灯芯。昏黄的煤油路灯竭尽所能地驱散着它四周的黑暗。点灯人就要退休了,他才不管那些灯里还有多少油呢。与此同时,在一座老旧的屋子。四周静悄悄的,一片漆黑,只有那座老屋的窗户,忽明忽暗地闪烁着,告诉人们这里还有人居住。艾迪生坐在房间角落的椅 Another dark night, the lantern was walking on the street with his lamp awakened. He set up a ladder and cautiously climbed to the top of the street lamp, opened the lampshade and lit the wick. The khaki kerosene lamps do everything in their power to disperse the darkness around it. The light is about to retire, and he does not care how much oil there is in the lights. In the meantime, in an old house. Surrounded by quiet, dark, only the window of the old house, flickering suddenly, telling people there are people living here. Addison sits in the corner chair of the room