Behind the light spots can be salty or sweet, this is the life you yearn for

Behind the light spot, there is home and hope.

I still remember living in the countryside when I was a child. From the small second floor, I could see large tracts of farmland. Spring is full of golden rapeseed flowers. In hot summer, what I love most are the fruits on my peach trees. In autumn, the air presses against the golden ears of wheat. In winter, heavy snow covers the fields. At night, I climbed up to the roof many times to look up at the stars and watch the sporadic spots of light spread across the earth.

At that time, I loved to go to my grandfather’s house, a veterinarian, to watch him dispense medicine for poultry and deliver lambs. It was often dark when I got home. I am very afraid of the dark, and every time I make up my mind to go back before dark, I am tripped up by cute puppies and kittens. There were no street lights on the country roads, so I could only look at the lights at home and run back straight and fast. Behind that bright spot of light is a place that I want to go back to even if I have traveled to the end of the world.

I bought a new house in the city the year before last. The floor was very high and there was no obstruction. Because I liked the good lighting during the day, I immediately bought it. After checking in, I called my friends to have hotpot and soda at home, and we had a great time.

It was almost eight o'clock after dinner. My friend and I stood on the balcony and looked out. The sky was pitch black, and I didn't even know where the moon was hiding. But the light below was so dense that it was full of childhood memories. It can be said to be the complete opposite.

"How's the view?" I asked lying on the window sill.

"It's beautiful."

The bright window of the house not far away has "Happy New Year 2021!" Maybe it's because of the unforgettable 2020 that I have experienced it. So looking forward to the new year. I have never been very enthusiastic about pasting window grilles and Spring Festival couplets. In the new year, I also pasted the words "Fu" all over my house, even the golden bear's nest.

The warmth behind this light spot and the stickers all over the house carry my beautiful expectations.

Behind the light spots are dreams and wishes

Further away, you can only see lights running out of the windows. White light is still the mainstream, with yellow light mixed in. It looks even softer. The tops of tall buildings flash with red dots, and high-altitude obstruction lights tell every flyer of its presence.

"Besides the beautiful scenery, what else did you see?" asked my friend.

"I also saw many, many hundreds of millions." I smiled, "Every point is calculated in millions, so many points, that's really a lot of money."

"Haha, as expected of you, a complete little money fan." Regarding my answer, my friend found it unexpected, but it makes sense after thinking about it.

As I am still burdened with a mortgage, I cannot imagine the happy life of owning a building and collecting monthly rent, and I don’t know when I will achieve the boss’s “small goal.” Behind those bright lights, are there many people like me who feel a little heartbroken when they see a certain amount of money being mercilessly debited from their bank card at a fixed time every month? Fortunately, with every stroke I make, I am one step closer to my dream.

Whether it is the twinkling stars of childhood or the twinkling lights of thousands of homes today, every light that lights up is a microcosm of a family, and there is a story behind it that we cannot understand. But every light is telling me that there are countless people like me who have been working and living ordinary and determined lives. I never understood other people comparing lights to hope. Now think about it, if it was dark outside, I would feel extremely lonely and lost.

Behind this light spot are my little dreams and big expectations.

Behind the light spot is warmth and life

Behind this light spot is...

Have you ever seen a stray animal? Whenever someone passes by, they always huddle in the corner and hide in the darkness, with fear and fear in their eyes, but no mammal naturally likes dark and damp places.

In December last year, the number on the thermometer was frighteningly low, so I went back to my parents’ house to live for a long time. I happened to see a pregnant puppy in the community. I wonder if she can survive this winter.

I followed the tutorials on the Internet, put some scrap clothes in the cardboard box, and turned on the light at the door, hoping that she could find this temporary home.

Three days later, I "caught" a puppy. It lay in a cardboard box and slept quietly. It wasn't until I startled it by the sound of opening the door that it poked its head out of the cardboard box.

"Hello, little guy, do you want to come in?"

Perhaps it was because the lights in the home were brighter, or maybe the warm air in the house tempted it, but the little guy hesitated. After a minute, he staggered in and found the brightest place to lie down.

After raising it for half a month, this little guy seemed to know that I was just a helper, and that my mother was his food and clothing parent, so he followed my mother wherever he went, but he only slept at night. When it comes, it always runs to the balcony and finds the brightest place to sleep.

To it, that light should be the warmest thing in the world. Of course, the little one has become family to me. However, it obviously knew that the food I cooked was quite unpalatable, so after the New Year, it and my mother sent me off back to the city.

Behind the light spot is...

At this moment, a roar suddenly came from downstairs, which pulled me back from my thoughts: "What the hell does it have to do with it!"

My friend and I looked at each other, our ears pricked up with gossipy faces, waiting for the next step.

After a long time, there was another roar: "We are related!"

My friend and I laughed out loud by the window, even though we could still smell the kitchen downstairs three hours ago. With the aroma of pork rib soup, you can also imagine the scene of a family happily sitting at the dining table eating. But listening to the voice now, one can feel the collapse and despair of this parent. If she doesn’t write homework, she is kind and her son is filial.

At this moment, how many people are like us, lying on the window sill, feeling the summer wind and enjoying a moment of peace.

Bian Zhilin wrote in "Fragment of Chapter": "You stand on the bridge and look at the scenery, and the people watching the scenery are watching you upstairs." From another perspective, I will also be the light of thousands of homes. a point in.

I hope the lights I light up can embellish your life.

About the author: Shi Ge, a Leo snack who loves fantasy, loves to see the world at home.