无论何时回家,都习惯性地在楼下抬头,看看自己家那个熟悉的窗口是否有一盏灯亮着,如果有,我会满心欢喜,回家的脚步也变得轻盈。对灯,我有一份特殊的感情。儿时求学路太远,每天下午老师一声“放学了——”我便会抓起书包冲出校门,朝着家的方向一路小跑,跑过蜿蜒的山路,走过长长的大桥。四周漆黑,手电微弱的光无法驱走心头的恐惧。熟悉而温暖的马灯光线与我的视线对接,随之而来的是娘拖长声音的呼喊:“幺妹崽回来没有?”“回来了——”我一边回答,一边加快步伐,所有的害怕立即烟消云散。 Whenever I go home, I habitually look downstairs to see if there is a light in the familiar window of my home, and if so, I will be full of joy and my return to home will be light. On the lights, I have a special feeling. Childhood learning too far from the road, every afternoon, the teacher heard “After school - ” I will grab the bag rushed out of school, running in the direction of the home trot, ran through the winding mountain road, walked the long bridge . Surrounded by dark, weak flashlight can not drive away the fear of my heart. Familiar and warm light of the lantern docking with my sight, followed by the bride is the voice of the mother procrastination: “Yaomei cub come back? ” “Back - ” I answer, while speeding up the pace All the fear immediately disappeared.