深夜忽然停电,手还没离开键盘,就感到眼睛很可怜,毕竟84岁了,文章越写越慢,要说费力,不如说费眼。电脑里这千百个字就白丢了?家住老城区,很少停电,没准备蜡烛,黑影里等待来电,束手无策,却浮想联翩。、小时侯,晚上没什么好玩的,就搬个板凳坐在四合院里数星星,爸爸还往天上打着手电筒,用它探照灯般的光柱指点着教我和弟弟认识北斗七星,爸爸也曾领我们到老墙根逮蛐蛐,先听蛐蛐叫,蹑手蹑脚循声而至,突然打开手电筒,一道白光把蛐蛐“罩”住,它就不敢动了,乖乖让我们抓进陶瓷罐。手电筒真伟大,我认为它是老北京最亮的人工光源。 Suddenly a power outage late at night, the hand has not left the keyboard, I feel very poor eyes, after all, 84 years old, the more writing the more slow, to say that laborious, it is better to say feeble. Computers are thousands of words on the white lost? Living in the Old City, rarely blackouts, did not prepare candles, darkness waiting for calls, helpless, but imaginative. When I was young, I had no fun at night. I moved a bench and sat in a courtyard, and dad drove a flashlight to the sky and pointed it with a light-like beam to teach me and my brother to know the Big Dipper. My father also led us to Old wall root arrest 蛐 蛐, first listen 蛐 蛐 call, 蹑 手 蹑 脚 followed by, suddenly open the flashlight, a white light “蛐 ” cover "live, it can not move, obediently let us into the ceramic pot. The flashlight is really great, I think it is the brightest artificial light source in Beijing.