When I was in college, there was a newly built building near the school, very tall, very high, at least 20 floors, I had never been to that place, but I only glanced at it occasionally, and I thought that the designer also had a lot of intentions.

On the top floor of the tall building, there is a row of neon lights, in fact, I don't know what the lights are, because I have never been there, far away, hanging high, connecting into a section of mountains one after another, I prefer to imagine it as the ancient city wall, in the dark night, take me to appreciate the ancient appearance.

It is also beautiful to imagine sitting on the bus in the dark night, leaning against the window, listening to the disturbances in your ears, and seeing a unique "mountain" in the direction of that house.

There is a place where you can have a good view of our whole school, and the night sky of the city, on the fifth floor of the library, there is a row of sofas, sit there, watch the night sky, in that dark night, there are thousands of lights.

The sense of life in the city does not seem to be so strong, household appliances replace earthen pots and earth stoves, and the only smell of oil smoke is also smoked by the range hood, unlike in the countryside, where the cooking smoke of every household wafts over the wheat field, floats across the river, drifts into the distance, becomes rain and dew, and turns into clouds.

At night in the farmhouse, there is not as much light as in the city, and the night is dark, and the black light is rightly named, but it does not give you a sense of danger, because there is a moon. In the dark night, it is a time of family reunion, parents are busy with farm work or return from the construction site, and children are also tired after a day of school, but they will also be cleaned by a table of reunion meals.

I remember when I was very young, it was a very trustworthy thing to turn on the lights, there was a time when my "job" was to turn on the lights at home, the old-fashioned tungsten lamp with a drawstring, and when I heard a crisp sound, the whole yard became bright, and the trouble was that the light bulb was always broken, either the tungsten wire was broken or the rope was broken, or the contact was poor.

Later, the tungsten lamp was replaced, and there were energy-saving lamps everywhere, and the light emitted by the energy-saving lamp was white cold light, unlike the tungsten lamp that glowed with yellowish warm light, and gradually the pull cord was also replaced by the switch, and the yellowish warm light was rarely seen again.

Imagine that at night, now on the hillside, looking into the distance, a small village, little by little light up, taking advantage of the dark night, the stars, the bright moon, there is also some taste; listen to the quarrel of that family closer, chat and talk, all are simple; if you get closer, you will see the wrinkles on the old man's dark face, the child's immature smile, and the hands of the adults holding chopsticks for the children's vegetables, I think this is the light of ten thousand homes.

There is a lamp, always lit for you, home is not far away, home is in the heart, home chooses blessings when you are happy, home appears when you are sad, thousands of lights, I love my home.