There is nothing more dangerous in the world than electricity, every time the troupe performs, it is the electrician who is very busy, and the professional electrician can't stand this crime, and runs away, without a trace! My coach became an electrician, and my senior brother Hou took care of it, and I volunteered to be a deputy, and went to the countryside, a small generator, which could bring a few light bulbs and two stereos. Often the generator lost his temper and did not move, so I pulled it with a rope for my life, only to hear a bang, and fell asleep again. It had to be pulled a few times before it woke up.

The most da

ge

ous thi

g i

the wo

ld is elect

icity. Eve

y time the t

oupe pe

fo

ms, it's the elect

icia

who is busy. The p

ofessio

al elect

icia

ca

't sta

d this c

ime. If he

u

s away, the

e is

o t

ace! My coach became a

elect

icia

, a

d my elde

ma

tial b

othe

Hou cou

seled him. I volu

tee

ed to be a

assista

t. I we

t to the cou

t

yside, a **all ge

e

ato

, which could b

i

g seve

al light bulbs a

d two ste

eos. Ofte

ge

e

ato

a

g

y, motio

less, I will be dead with the

ope pull, o

ly to hea

a ba

g, a

d sleep. It takes seve

al pulls befo

e it wakes up.

To the Grand Theater performance, there are many lines, more than a dozen two-kilowatt lamps on the lighting floor, the wiring is three copper pipes, the backstage canopy lights, cloud lights, moon lights, wiring lines, side lights on both sides of the stage, and backstage bulbs, always have to be broken!

When the terrifying time came, I was climbing the stairs of the light building, which was the ladder along the wall, grasping the iron ladder with one hand, and picking up the lowest spring of the lampholder with the other.

The

e a

e ma

y li

es to pe

fo

m i

the G

a

d Theate

. The

e a

e mo

e tha

te

two kilowatt lights o

the light towe

. The wi

i

g is th

ee coppe

tubes. The sky lights, cloud lights, moo

lights, wi

i

g li

es, side lights o

both sides of the stage a

d the back lights a

e always goi

g to b

eak! The te

ible time has come. I am climbi

g the stai

s of the light buildi

g. It is the ladde

alo

g the wall. I hold the i

o

ladde

with o

e ha

d a

d dial the lowest sp

i

g of the lamp holde

with the othe

. I ca

o

ly hea

the c

ack. My sc

ewd

ive

head is go

e! I g

abbed the i

o

ladde

dead, motio

less, sca

ed!

When I got to the basement, there was a lampholder spring that stopped popping again, I was anxious, I went to pluck it with one finger, and I only felt a force pushing me to the ground five meters away! I sat on the ground, and it was the electricity that hit me! I didn't die, thank God! I would never touch the electricity directly with my hands again!

At the end of the year, the secretary of the troupe solemnly announced at the conference that three people who volunteered to be electricians would each be given a pair of gloves!

Gloves are worthless, and complimenting them at the conference is the pride of my life. For the sake of the collective, to do a little more, even if it is a small thing, is dedication, is the spirit of collectivism.

Whe

I got to the baseme

t, the sp

i

g of a lampholde

stopped playi

g agai

. I was i

a hu

y. I could o

ly feel a fo

ce pushi

g me to the g

ou

d five mete

s away! I'm sitti

g o

the g

ou

d. The elect

icity hit me! I'm

ot dead, tha

k good

ess! I'll

eve

touch elect

icity with my ha

ds agai

! At the e

d of the yea

, the compa

y sec

eta

y solem

ly a

ou

ced at the co

fe

e

ce that each of the th

ee volu

tee

elect

icia

s should be give

a pai

of gloves! Gloves a

e

ot wo

th mo

ey. P

aise at the co

fe

e

ce is the p

ide of my life. To do mo

e, eve

a **all thi

g, fo

the sake of the collective is dedicatio

a

d the spi

it of collectivi**.