在电脑上打下这个题目时,我客居的山里是一片寂静。冬风夹着淅沥的雨,隔着窗户在呼呼地作响。独倚西窗,望着冷静的灯光,不知怎么了,脑海里突然闪现出久远记忆中的那盏豆油灯。那是旧时用棉纱作芯,用豆油作燃料的照明灯。而和豆油灯紧密相连的,是时常萦回于梦中,时常在时光里穿梭的奶奶的形象。那是照亮我童年及少年时光的豆油灯,那是奶奶的豆油灯。记忆中的奶奶是个慈祥而娇小的女人,土生土长的江南水乡人,虽然打小裹了一双 When I lay down this topic on my computer, the silence of my home is in the mountains. Wintry winds clinging rain, whistling across the window. Lean West window, looking at the calm light, I do not know how, my mind suddenly flashed a long memory of that bean oil lamp. It was the old lighting lamp made of cotton yarn and using soybean oil as fuel. The oil lamp is closely linked with, is often linger in the dream, often in the shuttle in time the image of Grandma. That was the bean oil lamp that illuminated my childhood and my youth, and that was Grandma’s soybean oil lamp. The memory of the grandmother is a kind and petite woman, a native of Jiangnan Water Village, although playing a small wrap a pair