35年前,我便体验到了,漆黑夜里的一盏灯,虽然灯光微弱,却是一种力量,照亮了前方的道路,温暖了回家人的心。而在35年后的今天,每每回到老家祖屋,我依然保持着一种习惯,我喜欢只有一个人的时候,在祖屋的灯下写一些属于自己的文学语言,感觉只有这样,才能记录下自己这些年的漫漫成长之路,仿佛只有这样,才会留住那些平静的美好时光。 Thirty-five years ago, I came to realize that a lamp in the dark night, although weak, was a force that brightened the road ahead and warmed the hearts of the family. Today, 35 years later, I often have a habit of returning to my ancestral home. I like to write some literary language under the lamp of my ancestral home when there is only one person. Only in this way can I Record their long years of growth, as if the only way to keep those calm good times.