Stories under the street lights

Story under the street lamp Story under the street lamp 1

On the bustling street, people come and go, cars and buses shuttle on the road, and I stand beside the zebra crossing, Shining light silently, illuminating the path forward for every passerby...

Because I cannot move, I will see many different kinds of people and different people every day. Story——

I still remember one winter, the cold wind was blowing mercilessly. Although I couldn’t feel any coldness in my iron body, I looked at those people who were still wearing thin clothes in the middle of the winter. From in front of me I walked by in a hurry, and for some reason I felt sour... At this moment, an old woman wearing patched clothes suddenly sat down next to me...

Her The wrinkles at the corners of the eyes and the white hair blown by the cold wind are really... alas. She is a vegetable seller, oh, it’s so late and she still has to run around for a living, so she can’t go home early, not to mention it’s still winter, I’m really worried for her. At this time, I turned my eyes and saw a mother and son wandering not far away. They were discussing something...

Soon, the mother and son came towards here, "Old lady, this dish How much does it cost?" "Hey, 5 yuan, 5 yuan. I'll close the stall after this one is sold..." The mother didn't say much. She took out a 10 yuan note and gave it to her. "It's cold. You should go back early, there is no need to look for the money...hahaha." After saying that, her child smiled at the old lady, "Bye!" That innocent smile really made me feel that this world is so beautiful...

But, they didn’t take a few steps, and for some reason, the vegetables in the mother’s hands fell to the ground. Maybe the rubber band holding the vegetables broke, and the vegetables scattered all over the floor. I didn’t look at them at first. Qing, what happened next? What fell to the ground was a pile of rotten vegetable leaves!

The mother turned her head, frowned, then sighed, smiled and said to the child: That's all, suffering is a blessing.

People left, the weather got colder, and the silence returned to what it should have been. What accompanied me were the fallen leaves on the street. The street lights were always shining, and I pondered, has the world changed? Are the good guys getting dumber now, or the bad guys getting older?

I am willing to be a street lamp, because it allows me to see the changing world clearly... Story under the street lamp 2

I, a street lamp, am the tallest person on the street A street lamp. During the day, my partner and I watched the cars and people on the road. The sun sets and the moon peeks out from the clouds. We also lit up.

On this moonlit night, there were very few pedestrians on the street. I waited for a while before I saw someone.

She is an old woman. From my visual inspection, she is over seventy years old. The gray hair became even more dazzling under the light. Her stooped back, patched clothes, and a pair of extremely old cloth shoes... At first glance, her family conditions are very bad.

She was walking alone on the street, looking very pitiful. Slowly, the old lady walked away. Looking at her retreating back, I felt very uncomfortable.

Suddenly, for some unknown reason, the old woman fell down on the street. She is old and can't get up no matter how hard she climbs.

At this time, how much I want to fly to the old grandma and help her up! But I was fixed to the roadside and couldn't move. I could only look at the old grandma helplessly.

At this time, a group of young people came from a distance. They walked past the old woman without even looking at her. One person even said the words "touch porcelain". I hated them from the bottom of my heart: "What a bunch of heartless people!"

After a while, a mother and daughter came from a distance. At this time, the little girl ran to the grandmother, helped her up, and helped the grandmother move forward.

The little girl turned back and smiled, and saw her mother extending her thumb to her. I saw everything under this light. I'm very touched.

Looking at the little girl’s retreating back, I thought back to those young people. Yes, they are all strangers. Why is there such a big gap? Adult men and women are worse than a teenager. It's time to take a good look at yourself!

I really hope that people all over the world can be like that little girl, with a pink love, to help everyone in the world. Story under the street lamp 3

I am a lamp, a street lamp.

Originally, the night was my busiest time. As the black curtain gradually enveloped the earth, my crystal-clear light bulb began to work, bringing a ray of light to those who left early and returned late. But an accident prevented me from continuing to work. While I was lost in thought, I looked at all kinds of passers-by——

An old woman and a blind old man supported each other and walked forward, holding a small lamp in their hands. This is a homeless couple. At this time, the old woman spoke: "Old man, what are we buying this lamp for?" There was dissatisfaction in her tone.

"Ouch!" the old man said, "Although I am blind, my heart cannot be blind! It is late at night, and the street lights have been damaged again. The long dark night is like a bottomless abyss. We can make more or less difference with the lights on. Do something good, what if someone doesn't know the way and falls down and gets hurt?" The old woman couldn't help but burst into tears when she heard what the old man said. I was also shocked by what the old man said, and I couldn't help but think of the saying that people say - "A blind man lights a lamp in vain." Is it in vain? No, what behind lighting the lamps is the social sentiment of helping others. At this moment, I just feel that they exude a charming brilliance.

At this time, a young and beautiful girl came into view, which was pleasing to the eye. But the next second, I changed my mind instantly. I saw her spitting the gum in her mouth onto me. At this point, I was so nauseous that no matter how I tried to get rid of it, the chewing gum was wrapped around my body like a plaster. But that beautiful girl walked away... Looking at the girl's back, I thought about the homeless couple just now. Why are there such huge differences between people?

The good, evil, beauty and ugliness of human nature are not measured by appearance. The goodness and evil of the soul is the standard for measuring beauty and ugliness. Story under the Streetlight 4

After school at night, Chen Han and her friends were walking on the path home.

Out of fear of the night, the four began to talk and sing loudly. Suddenly, Xia Yu, the most active girl among them, became quiet.

"Are you feeling uncomfortable? You're so silent all of a sudden." Chen Han looked at Xia Yu beside him worriedly, and sure enough he saw that her face was pale and her expression was stiff.

Chen Han just wanted to stop the two good friends walking on the left to see what happened to Xia Yu, but he saw Xia Yu trembled her lips and whispered softly to her: "Xiao Han. ...What should I do? I saw something bad..."

Bad thing? Following Xia Yu's gaze, Chen Han looked at his two friends Wu Fang and Xiao Mei, who were walking on the left and laughing.

"Stop teasing me, what's there?" Chen Han didn't think so. When he looked at it a few more times, he was horrified to find that there were two shadows behind Xiao Mei!

Xiao Meizheng was enjoying herself while talking and dancing. The two shadows behind her also swayed left and right according to her movements, which looked particularly weird under the illumination of the street lights.

"It must be followed by a ghost!" Xia Yu broke out in a cold sweat, "We can't let it follow Xiao Mei home! Chen Han, let's step on a shadow each and see if we can drive the shadow away. ! "

Out of concern for his friend Xiao Mei, Chen Han nodded and agreed to Xia Yu's request. The two quietly walked around behind Xiao Mei and Wu Fang, then stretched out their feet to step on Xiao Mei's shadow.

What shocked the two of them was that the shadow stepped on by Xia Yu moved slowly with Xiao Mei's figure, while the shadow stepped on by Chen Han suddenly stopped and quickly drifted under the street lamp. When I looked again, the shadow of the street lamp had become two!

"Ah!——" Chen Han and Xia Yu screamed, and ran towards home, while Xiao Mei and Wu Fang behind them didn't know why, but they saw them screaming and running. Open and run with them.

The four of them ran screaming all the way back to Chen Han's home, which was the closest. Chen Han panted and explained the whole process to Xiao Mei and Wu Fang. Xiao Mei was frightened for a while.

After returning to school in the morning, Chen Han told his classmates about this incident and learned that the principal of the school had walked that path a few days ago and was suddenly struck by the street lamp when he passed it. The hand stretched out from behind the streetlight grabbed his foot, only to find that it was a scarred woman. However, out of the mentality that one thing less is one thing, the principal did not save her. Afterwards, the woman died and was not found until much later behind a streetlight.

Since then, the four of them have never walked that road again. Story under the Street Lamp 5

I am a street lamp, an unknown figure standing next to the telephone pole in Ping An Community. Most of the people living in Ping An Community are elderly grandfathers and grandmothers whose children have gone out to work. I look at the people passing by me every day, guarding them as they come and go like a warrior.

Time flies like water. In the blink of an eye, New Year’s Eve is here, and more and more people are passing by me. Grandpa Wang and Grandma Wang, the owners of the house behind me, went out early in the morning with baskets in their arms and smiles of joy on their faces to buy "big dishes" that they were usually reluctant to eat.

Not long after, they returned home happily carrying a large basket of fresh vegetables. Grandma Wang couldn't help the joy in her heart and nagged to her husband: "It's New Year's Eve. The eldest son, second son and youngest daughter are finally going home." After saying that, they didn't even have time to take a sip of water. Quickly choose the dishes.

It’s already past noon, and the old couple haven’t eaten yet. What a pity for the parents in the world! I could only stand upright on the side of the road, watching the old couple busy and happily busy.

Gradually, the entire community was filled with the smell of meat that had not been smelled for a long time. Every household began to prepare New Year’s Eve dinner, but the old couple seemed to not smell anything and just concentrated on washing. The dishes are carefully placed with seasonings and carefully arranged on the plate.

Today’s dishes are very different from what they usually eat: on weekdays, the old couple just go to the vegetable market at the entrance of the community to buy some vegetables for a casual meal, but today they can be regarded as putting on a "Manchu-Han banquet" the table. What appeared in front of me were golden-fried potato chips, which smelled delicious and made people drool. There were also prawns that the couple usually couldn't bear to buy, and herring heads covered with minced red pepper and minced garlic...

After a busy afternoon, they finally had a break, so the couple couldn't wait to pick up the phone and call. The children, but all they heard was a "beep beep" busy tone. The happy expressions of the old couple suddenly turned anxious and lonely. Just when they were disappointed because they couldn't get through their three children's phone calls, a clear ringtone of "Ding Lingling..." instantly rang in the house. The old lady quickly jumped up from the sofa, grabbed the receiver, brought it close to her mouth, and asked loudly: "Hey, is this the boss?"

The eldest son's urgent voice came from the other end of the phone: "Mom, It's me, I have to work overtime today and can't go home for dinner." Before the old lady could react, the sound of "beep beep" was heard hanging up on the other end of the phone. Immediately afterwards, the second and third children also called back, saying that they could not make it back to have dinner with their parents tonight.

The old couple sat in front of a huge round table, facing a whole table of dishes, listening to the laughter of family members gathering together from upstairs and downstairs. You looked at me, I looked at you, there was nothing you could do. Take off your chopsticks. At this time, through the window, I seemed to be able to hear the extremely lonely voices deep in their hearts. I wish I could take the place of their children and accompany the elderly to finish this New Year’s Eve dinner.

"Tick-tock, tick-tock..." The clock passed eight, nine, and ten o'clock. The old couple finished their dinner hastily and turned on the TV lonely, watching the Spring Festival Gala absent-mindedly and listening to the sound outside. The crackling sound of firecrackers is helpless and sad. It turned out that the eldest son was a traffic policeman, and it happened to be his turn to be on duty tonight; the second son was an electrician, and when he was about to get off work, when he was about to go home, he received a call for help from a certain community about a power outage. Without saying a word, he followed other workers. Rushing to the scene of the power outage in the community; my youngest daughter is a well-known doctor and gets very little rest throughout the year, and tonight is no exception. The three children have grown up and have their own potential, which is the greatest pride of the old couple. Story under the Street Lamp 6

Look, at night, thousands of households turn on their lights, how beautiful it is. The street lights in front of the door of our fourth grade class were also turned on, but what he shined was the light of curiosity.

A classmate stood under the street lamp. He was holding a copy of "Water Margin" in his hand, with a solemn expression and was reading it seriously. The light shone on his body, as if covering him with a silver veil. The corridor was quiet, no one disturbed him. Because at this time, the students were watching cartoons in the classroom. In the classroom, there were bursts of laughter from the students. But he couldn't hear any sound, because he had turned into a little bird and was soaring in the blue sky of book knowledge!

When I went out to use the toilet, I saw that he was so attentive that I couldn’t bear to walk by him or disturb him. At this time, my consciousness told me that my classmates and I were too naive. We are like birds that have not yet spread their wings, but he has become a fighting eagle.

Why, why? Why does he read a book while watching TV? It turns out that it was taught in Chinese class: read more original works and less cartoons and cartoon books. Did he realize from this sentence a path that makes life shine? I thought again: Why isn't he reading in the classroom? Ah, I see. He was afraid of disturbing his classmates from watching TV!

Do you know who he is? He is the monitor of our fourth grade class—my role model—Zhou Tianpeng. I feel that there is a crystal monument in front of the classroom of Class 1, Grade 4...

The street lights seem to be brighter, as if they are looking at this monument with affection. Story 7 under the street lamp

I am a bright street lamp. My responsibility is to illuminate people at night and help people, so I am very proud.

At seven o'clock on time, my head lit up, wow! People were coming and going on the clean road, including staff returning home from get off work, children playing, and elderly people walking... At this time, an old man about seventy years old suddenly fell heavily to the ground and could not move. Many adults passed by him. They saw the old grandfather fall to the ground, but they ignored him and continued walking. No kind person was willing to help him up. At this moment, I really wanted to lend a helping hand and help him up, but I couldn't move. I felt sad because I couldn't help this old grandfather, and I felt extremely angry because the people passing by didn't help him up.

Coincidentally, a cute little girl and her mother passed by here. When they saw the grandpa, the little girl immediately said: "Mom, this grandpa is so pitiful, let's help him." Come on!" Mom said quickly: "Okay, good boy, let's help grandpa together.

"After that, the little girl and the others helped the grandfather up. The girl's mother said kindly: "Uncle, are you okay? The old man said intermittently: "My foot seems to be sprained!" The girl's mother said: "Uncle, let me call an ambulance for you!" ""Hello? 120? On the safe road..." The old man's eyes flashed with tears and he said gratefully: "Thank you! Thank you! "After that, the grandfather was picked up by 120. I witnessed this with my own eyes and felt particularly gratified.

The girl and her mother are worthy of praise for their helping spirit. I hope all People can help others like them and make the world warmer. Story 8 under the street lamp

There is a street lamp in front of my house, which has been serving us silently. On a winter night, I When I turned around in the warm room, I saw the street light. When I closed my eyes, the street light was still on, and I slowly fell into sleep...

When I opened my eyes again. When I opened my eyes, I found myself floating a few meters above the ground. I leaned down and looked down, and saw that my lower body had turned into a thin black pole several meters long. I couldn't move. There was no doubt that I could not move. It turned into a street lamp. Suddenly I felt a chill above my head, but I couldn't raise my head to find out. "It must be raining," I thought to myself, but I saw many white and crystal clear things falling from the sky. "It turns out to be snow," I cheered with joy. It had been snowing all night, and the amount of snow on the road was getting bigger and bigger. When the first ray of sunshine shone on the ground the next morning, it was already covered with snow. There was a vast snowy scene, and a white hat was put on my head. Suddenly I heard a child yelling: "Look, snow!" "A large group of children followed behind him, and they built a snowman at my feet. While the children were happy, they caused trouble to the adults. They all had to rush to work, and the roads were still busy in the snow. Speed ??limit. The snow finally stopped in the evening, and people went home early to rest. Then I suddenly heard a few old voices: "This street must be cleared of snow tonight." Clean it up. "It turned out to be sanitation workers. They started to clean the snow on the road non-stop. I witnessed all this. Just as they were sweeping the snow off the street little by little, several elderly sanitation workers fell asleep because of the dark light. I stumbled and couldn't help but blame myself. I had to turn on the lights. I used all my energy to brighten the lights. After a while, the area three meters around me was illuminated. Only then did the sanitation workers remember to take out a few boxes of lunch and share them. As they ate, they kept praising: "The street lights are so bright today!" ""yes! "Another person also replied, and then they continued to eat happily, and I was very happy in my heart.

When people got up the next day and saw the clean and snow-free roads, They all praised, and my body gradually warmed up. Suddenly, I woke up from my dream. I sat on the bed and couldn't help but praise those who usually serve us, and it is those people who make our lives better. Only by becoming better can our society function well. Story 9 under the street lamp

I am a street lamp, which comes from a square and is transported to a crossroads in the city by workers to illuminate it with other partners. Brighten up this city. When I stand at the intersection, there are all kinds of people walking on the street, everyone has a different story.

As it gets dark at night, the number of people on the road gradually decreases, and there are fewer people selling goods on the street. Everyone carrying food and other items had gone home, and the road was no longer as lively as it was during the day. At this time, an uncle who was working came over. He lowered his head, dragged his bag on the ground, and walked down the street listlessly. At this time, there was a burst of music. I looked around curiously, trying to find the source of the sound. Oh, it turned out to be the ringtone of that uncle's cell phone. The uncle took out his cell phone and answered the call. , replied feebly: "Hey-" At this time, a voice came from the mobile phone: "Where are you? Go back to the company to work quickly. ""oh. "The uncle replied and walked towards the company. At this time, the music started playing again. The uncle's frowned brows relaxed, with a smile at the corners of his eyes, he answered the phone gently: "Hello -" A soothing voice came from the phone: "Son, when will you get off work? Today I made your favorite food -..." This phone call seemed to have magic, and my uncle suddenly became energetic. Striding towards the company.

There was a sound of laughter in the distance. It turned out to be a group of migrant workers who had just got off work, with their dirty faces full of smiles. It was them who paid their wages, and everyone talked about the use of the money - sending money back home to their families for living expenses, saving money to buy a car or a house... But one of them had a sad face and silently counted the money in his hand. Over and over again. The worker next to him noticed something strange about him, tapped his chest with his elbow and asked, "What's wrong? I just got paid, and I'm not happy yet." He sighed and replied: "I have two children at home." This amount of money is still not enough for schooling and medical expenses for the elderly. "The workers who were still fighting around stopped immediately, took out a few pieces of money they had planned, and handed them to him. His hand held the money tightly, tears rolling in his eyes.

In life, there are nine out of ten unsatisfactory things, but there will always be someone who can smooth those frowns.

My yellow light illuminates the dark road, silently illuminating a bright side for pedestrians. Story 10 under the street lamp

Look, at night, thousands of households turn on their lights, how beautiful it is. The street lights in front of the door of our fourth grade class were also turned on, but what he shined was the light of curiosity. There was a classmate standing under the street lamp. He was holding a copy of "Water Margin" in his hand, with a solemn expression and was reading it seriously.

The light shone on his body, as if covering him with a silver veil. The corridor was quiet, no one disturbed him. Because at this time, the students were watching cartoons in the classroom. In the classroom, there were bursts of laughter from the students. But he couldn't hear any sound, because he had turned into a little bird and was soaring in the blue sky of book knowledge! I went out to use the bathroom and saw how attentive he was. I couldn't bear to walk by him or disturb him. At this time, my consciousness told me that my classmates and I were too naive. We are like birds that have not yet spread their wings, but he has become a fighting eagle. Why, why? Why does he read a book while watching TV? It turns out that it was taught in Chinese class: read more original works and watch less cartoons and cartoon books. Did he realize from this sentence a path that makes life shine?

I thought again: Why isn’t he reading in the classroom? Ah, I see. He was afraid of disturbing his classmates from watching TV! Do you know who he is? He is the monitor of our fourth grade class—my role model—Zhou Tianpeng. I feel that there is a crystal monument in front of the classroom of Class 1, Grade 4... The street lights seem to be brighter, as if they are looking at this monument with affection. Story under the street lamp 11

I am a street lamp. Every day, novel stories unfold in front of me, either touching or sad...

The little girl was riding a bicycle and accidentally collided with a speeding car. The bicycle flew out, but unfortunately the little girl was pressed under the car, unable to move, and bright red liquid slowly flowed out. The driver stopped the car immediately. My heart seemed to be burning with fire, and I wished I could be a strong man and move this car away, which was about to take away the little girl's life. At this critical moment, a blue wave rushed here, like a group of cute Smurfs. In an instant, the car was surrounded and blocked. With one move, the little girl was saved. The whole process only took 11 seconds. And these cute Smurfs are actually delivery guys who are not afraid of hard work and run around.

The sky darkened, and I gave off a faint light. At this time, an adult man walked past me with his head hanging down and his tired body, tears in his eyes. The rain was pouring down, and it was hard to tell which was tears and which was rain on his face. One foot has stepped onto the bridge railing, and the other foot follows closely. Suddenly, a policeman rushed out and grabbed him. "I'm really tired. I'm old and young. I rush to make money every day. I work at four in the morning and get off work at nine in the evening, but it's still not enough to cover the expenses of my family. What's the point of living for me..." He cried heartbreakingly. They say that men don’t shed tears lightly. I think that means they haven’t reached the point of sadness.

Ordinary positions and extraordinary actions make Hangzhou warmer; a difficult life and an uncompromising life will keep moving forward despite bitterness. Story under the street lamp 12

On a summer night, the heat was sultry and irritating. I stood straight at the street corner, trying my best to keep my bright eyes wide open, staring at the people gathered at my feet.

It is extremely hot for people at night. At this time, an aunt and an aunt came over. Said: "Auntie, I heard that your waist was sprained. I haven't seen you out for a walk for a long time." "Are you feeling better?" asked the aunt. "Much better, now, let's go for a walk." There was a very hot psychological state in the aunt's expression.

After a while, the wind came and made me shiver. At this time, a middle-aged couple came with a child, rushing back from afar to see their mother who had sprained her waist. The child was screaming from the cold. At this time, I thought I was a cotton-padded jacket, going to keep her warm. Unfortunately, I am just a street lamp, and lighting is my main function.

"Xiaojun, Xiaolu, come and play chess!" Mingming, who just entered kindergarten, became obsessed with chess. "Coming, coming." The three people sat down on the wooden pier. A lively chess game began.

Xiao Fei, who had just entered junior high school, sat below me, looking at the stars in the sky in a daze: "Why, I can't do anything well?" My mother came over silently and patted Xiao Fei on the back. Said: "Child, although the street lights are bright, they are most beautiful at night. People don't need them during the day." "Oh, mom, everyone has shortcomings and advantages. You can't feel inferior because of your shortcomings, right?" Xiao Fei smiled, I laughed too.

It’s late at night, and I feel more energetic when I look at the happy people. Story under the Street Lamp 13

I am a street lamp, and I am indispensable in people’s lives. Without me at night, the streets will be dark and you will be unable to see your fingers.

At night, a black curtain opened in the sky, and countless gem-like stars and a bright moon dotted the night. Suddenly, a light appeared in the dark night. Yes, that was me.

I couldn’t move. Many people of all kinds passed by me every day, and I also saw many interesting things.

I saw an old lady with gray hair who looked to be in her 70s. He leaned on crutches and walked forward slowly. I really wanted to give her a hand, but unfortunately, I couldn't move. At this time, a young man came and said to the old woman: "Let me help you!" The old woman refused again and again, but the man kept insisting. There was no other way, so the old woman had to agree. I saw it and smiled happily.

I also saw a few little boys looking at me with their big round eyes. I was very happy because finally someone noticed me. But the next second, they picked up the stones on the ground and threw them at me. My body was in great pain. I wanted to stop them, but unfortunately I couldn't speak.

Although I can’t move or speak, I can light the way for people in the dark night and make a small contribution to the motherland, so I am still very happy.