其实，我们总会回忆起过去。回忆历史。母亲小时候是在油灯的伴随下长大的。夜晚，油灯驱散了黑暗。小时候的母亲听她的母亲讲着故事。一闪一闪的油灯之光和窗外的星光相映成趣。油灯之光使家园安祥地安置在一道小小的火焰之上。小时候的我是在电灯下听母亲讲故事的。虽然同是 In fact, we always recall the past. Memories of history. My mother grew up with the oil lamp. Night, oil lamp to disperse the darkness. Childhood mother to listen to her mother tell the story. Twinkling lights of oil lamp and the stars outside the window side by side. The light of an oil lamp placed home peacefully on a tiny flame. As a kid, I listened to my mother under the electric light to tell the story. Although the same