The light I remember most is candlelight. When I was in primary school, there was no electricity in the village, so I had to kill the night with candlelight. My favorite thing to do is to cut candles and flowers. When the candle burns for about half an hour, the cotton core will jump out of the scarlet spark. If you don't cut it, it will shed tears and stain the candle. I cut candle flowers, unlike others who use scissors. I used my own hands, thumb and thumb together, held my breath and poked my head into the candle seedling. Sharp fingernails are sharper than scissors, a cotton core is quickly pinched off, and the flame of the candle becomes gentle again. I never burned my hands when I did this, not because I was thick-skinned, but because I had done all this quickly before the fire licked me. Burned candles are flat, but they won't be thrown away. Girls like to put them together, put them in an iron box, sit on the stove, melt, pick some branches, and pinch wax flowers with their fingers dipped in hot candle oil. Wax flowers, such as plum blossoms, look crystal clear. Some people like pink, so add a red candle to the candle and the melted wax flower will be pink. In those days, there were not many wax flowers in their cabinets and windows! It seems that the end of the light is not always dark, and through another channel, they will get a bright new life.
I don't like sunshine the least. It often shines brightly on the window before I get enough sleep. Summer will make you unable to open your eyes, and it will make people feel blind under strong light. But I don't hate the evening sunshine. They are just golden threads scattered from the sky, which make the earth shine. Comparatively speaking, moonlight is the least boring and may be set off by powerful darkness. Its light is always soft, with a hazy atmosphere, bringing endless reverie and warm mood. Good moonlight has a strong texture, and you feel as if it is not light, but a ribbon, which can be used to tie your hair. Moreover, the moonlight falling on the mountains and rivers is not as bad as the sunshine. Moonlight makes the mountains quiet, makes the water gentle, and the running water moves forward with moonlight, making people feel that the river is as bright as a huge string. When the breeze caresses it gently, it will make melodious music.
Lanterns and oil lamps, because of the glass lampshade as a foil, are a bit like later electric lights. Strangely, my impression is that lanterns are made by old guards and grooms. They take it with them, either to feed the animals with night grass or to check whether the latch is properly inserted. Most of the people holding oil lamps are old women, guarding the oil lamps to put on their soles or mend their clothes. The flame of the oil lamp shrugs, reflecting their gray hair and aging and peaceful faces. So I think lanterns and oil lamps are closely related to the ever-burning lamps in front of coffins, because the people who make these two kinds of lamps are not far from the day when they light the ever-burning lamps.
With light and all kinds of things in the sky and on the ground, there is a shadow. Clouds and green hills all have shadows, and their shadows are often projected on the water; Trees, houses, livestock, fences, people, flowers and birds all produce shadows. Some shadows are beautiful, such as the shadow of trees blown by the breeze in the moonlight, the shadow of sunset floating on the water at dusk, and the shadow of kittens stealing food by candlelight. What impressed me most was the reflection of candlelight on the wall. There are tables, vases, feather dusters and statues. These shadows on the wall change with the change of light, getting fatter and thinner; Suddenly long and short, people feel that the shadow is a shadow after all. Once it is separated from the real thing, it will be different.
In the memory of light and shadow, the shadow of a violin will emerge. There is a violin hanging on the wall of my house. Only my father can make it sing. When its melody rings, you can still feel the light even in gloomy weather. The sound of the piano can radiate light and illuminate the barren heart, but this light can't see the shadow.
With the prosperity of life, lanterns and oil lamps gradually leave us, and candlesticks just become a fashionable exhibition. When we go home through the increasingly colorful neon lights in the bustling market and sigh that we can never find the traces of the old lights again, those mottled past events will inevitably loom when we dream back at midnight.