Originally, I was planning to start from the baby's memory and continue to write until now. But I felt that it was rigid and difficult to recall. So, I temporarily changed the way of recalling it and wrote whatever I remembered. When I woke up in the morning, I remembered the kerosene lamp. Although the kerosene lamp and the light bulb are not related to each other in principle, they all have the same function, that is, to light up the world.

I am an idiot in the cartoon world, because I almost never watched cartoons when I was a child. The main reason is not that I am noble, but that there was no electricity in the village I lived in at that time. Some friends may be a little surprised that there was no electricity? Yes! There was no light bulb in my childhood. I dare say that the information is so high now, but there must be areas without electricity. But it is not a particularly bad situation. In the days when there is no electricity, my childhood is even more fun.

Back to the topic, before the age of 13, my night was a world of kerosene lamps. So, what is the world of kerosene lamps?

We had breakfast before dark, and a group of children went to play. It was not until my mother shouted our names in the night that we ran home frantically. My mother used a foreign fire to cross the night and saw a small kerosene lamp waiting to wake up. The flames of the foreign fire approached the wick of the kerosene lamp, and a black smoke came out of the kerosene lamp, and our world was bright again.

Generally, the rhythm at night is similar. First, I do my homework under the supervision of my mother. My younger brother and I climbed on the kang and started to write random words under the kerosene lamp, copying the homework book with new words and new words. My mother was a little bit of learning. After we knew some new words, my mother couldn't teach us anymore, so my mother lay next to us and read novels. She still clearly remembered that my mother was holding a book without a book cover, "Three Heroes and Five Righteousness". The book was a bit thick, although half of it was lost. Sometimes because she was too tired of playing, she accidentally crawled on the homework book and fell asleep, but she was always worried. My mother hit my head at the critical moment when she was about to fall asleep, and woke me up from my dream. She looked at my mother with her confused eyes. Her mother had a serious expression, so she quickly picked up a pencil and wrote it on the homework book.

Regarding kerosene lamps, my mother said that as long as the wicks of kerosene lamps changed from one to two, there would definitely be distinguished guests at home. I don’t know if this is a lie, but when I saw that the wicks became two, my father came back from work the next day, and I decided that my mother was right. Every time my father went home, he had to bring a lot of toys for us brothers, so while we were doing our homework, we stared at the kerosene lamp in the middle, hoping that it would break through.

In my memory, when I used kerosene lamps, it was always bright early, and the sound of the rooster crowing was also very loud. After the electricity, I always saw the rooster crowing at noon, which made people feel a little disgusting. What a lazy rooster. Maybe the rooster was also confused because it was very bright at night and during the day, which caused its biological clock to be confused, so it was possible to handle errands and sing casually.

When other students were discussing TV series such as "Water Margin", "Journey to the West", "White-Browed Heroes", I couldn't understand what they were saying at all, so I had to sit in the corner against the wall and hold the bread with the bread. But it was strange, and I didn't complain at all. I just thought the students said something strange. Using kerosene lamps is not without benefits. I gradually realized that the students in the class who had myopia glasses a long time ago all had TVs at home. Most of our group without electricity had good eyes.

Later, the national policies became better and better. We were listed in the "Dragon King Reform" project and also pulled a light bulb. It was incredible to see such bright light for the first time. On the night of electricity, most of our villagers were like the New Year, and some even cried with joy.

A few years ago, I accidentally saw the kerosene lamp I used was covered with dust, like a ruin, quietly placed in the garbage dump. It was more like a retired veteran, fulfilling its mission and being forgotten in the corner forever.
Chapter completed!