What is the original text of "Oh, Lights on a Winter Night"?

Maurice Fong

My wife Janet and I left our clinic and our lovely home, and came to Oaks, a desolate town in western Canada, 8000 kilometers away. It's remote and cold here, but we feel that the place where we live is vast and boundless, and there is plenty of warmth, friendship and optimism here.

I remember one winter night, a farmer called to say that he was alone at home and the baby had a high fever. Although there is heating in the car, he is afraid to take the baby on the road. He heard that I would make house calls no matter how late, so he invited me to see his baby.

His farm is 15 kilometers away. I want him to tell me how to get to France.

"I can easily find here. Go six and a half kilometers west of the town, one and a half kilometers north, three kilometers west, and then ... "

I confused him. Although he repeated the route home, I still couldn't figure it out.

"I know what to do, doctor. I called the farmers along the way and asked them to turn on the lights. You look at the light and drive to me. I'll park the truck at the gate with the headlights on so that you can find it. " He told me this method on the phone, and I thought it was good.

Before I left, I went out to observe the huge dome in Alberta. Always be on guard against storms in winter. Dark clouds piled up on the mountain may be a sign of cold weather and snow. Every year, people freeze in cars without warning, have never experienced the violent attack of heavy snow in the wilderness, and have no idea of its danger.

I was driving on the road, and the cold wind roared outside the window. Sure enough, as the farmer said, all the farmers turned on the lights along the way. At that time, the wilderness was dark at night, because farmers used lights at night to save money, and the lights along the way guided me, so that I finally found the family who sought medical treatment.

I hurried to check on the baby. The baby has a bad fever, but it is not life-threatening. I gave the baby an injection, mixed some medicine, and then explained to the farmers how to care and how to give the child medicine.

When I packed the medicine box, I thought to myself, how can I know the way back in such a complicated rural night road?

At this time, it has snowed heavily outside. The man in clothes told me that if it was inconvenient to go home, I could spend the night at his house. I politely declined. I have to go back. Maybe my sick family will come to see me at night.

I got up the courage to start the engine and slowly drove out of the door of this family. To tell the truth, my heart is full of fear. However, after driving on the road for a while, I found that my worries and worries were unnecessary. The farmer's lights were still on all the way, and the bright and shining lights seemed to meet me. People send me back with their lights. Every time my car passes by, the lights go out, and the lights in front are still on, waiting for me ... all I hear along the way is the rumble of the car engine. But I never feel lonely. It's like passing a lighthouse in the dark.

Then I began to realize.

The handshake there is stronger,

The smile there is longer,

That's where the west began.