夜，像一张巨大无边的黑幕笼罩在我的头顶。昨夜那满天的繁星也不知去向，只有一弯新月孤零零对挂地天际。
空气似乎凝固了起来，寂静的路上，只有我的脚步声与不时传来的蟋蟀的叫声。不知不觉，我加快了脚步，感到了一阵阵寒意，提着书包的手心也沁出了汗。“呼――”一阵风吹过，早已干枯的树树叶随着风飘了下来，发出一阵阵响声。“喵呜――”。突然，一声凄惨的猫叫划破了这夜的寂静。我的心里不禁浮现出一幕幕可怕的情景。常听同学们说，在夜里听见猫叫是个不好的兆头，我的心一阵阵收缩，“啊!”我的脚下不知被什么绊了一下，我的心也一下子提到了嗓子眼，低头一看，唉，原来走得急，不小心碰到了石头上。就在我抬头那一刹那，一束灯光穿过黑暗，照亮了我恐惧的心房。
我放慢了脚步，心里也不再感到害怕，安全与温暖层层包围了我，因为我知道，那一定是妈妈为我点着的。母爱如一缕温暖的春风轻拂过我的心田，让我心中的那份恐惧全部抛到了九霄云外。月光也变得如水般温柔、清澈，一片片黄叶此时也如调皮的小孩，乘着凉风，打着旋儿，去亲吻大地……
到了家门口，我轻轻推开门，又慢慢关住，“回来啦!厨房里的炉台上放着热粥，锅里给你馏着几个包子，趁热快去吃吧!”刚转过身，妈妈就已经从屋里走了出来，“来，给我书包，你快去吃吧!”
“您怎么还没睡?明天不是还要早起吗?”
“没事，我等你呢，天这么黑，我怕你害怕。”
“――”我一时不知道该说些什么，只觉得一股暖流缓缓浸没我的身体，眼睛里竟有些湿润。看着母亲那提早爬上头的白发，我的心中百感交集。
每天晚上，有那盏桔黄色的灯，我总是背着满满一包的幸福，轻松快乐的回家。
后记：一千多个戴月而归的日子，那灯光已成为我不可缺少的依靠。如一盏温茶，在冰冷的夜风中，唇干口燥的你迫不及待地喝下去，全身暖暖的，唇齿间飘出那份清香，那种感觉，我一辈子也不会忘记。
英文版：
Night, like a huge and boundless black curtain, covers my head. Last night, the stars all over the sky also disappeared, only a crescent moon hanging on the sky alone.
The air seemed to solidify. On the silent Road, only my footstep and the cricket's call came from time to time. Imperceptibly, I accelerated the pace, felt a burst of cold, carrying the schoolbag palm also Qin perspiration. "Hoo --" a gust of wind has blown, and the leaves of the trees that have already dried up have floated down with the wind, making bursts of sound. "Meow.". All of a sudden, a sad cat call broke the silence of the night. I can not help but emerge in my mind scenes of terrible scenes. Often listen to the students say, in the night to hear the cat is a bad omen, my heart a burst of contraction, "ah!" my feet do not know what trip, my heart also suddenly raised to the throat, looked down, alas, the original walk quickly, accidentally hit the stone. As soon as I looked up, a light went through the darkness, illuminating my heart of fear.
I slowed down, my heart is no longer afraid, security and warmth surrounded me layer by layer, because I know, that must be my mother lit for me. Mother's love, like a wisp of warm spring breeze, gently brushed my heart, leaving all the fear in my heart out of the clouds. The moonlight also becomes as gentle and clear as water, and yellow leaves are like naughty children, riding the cool wind, whirling and kissing the earth
To the door, I gently opened the door, and slowly closed, "come back! There is hot porridge on the hearth in the kitchen, and there are some steamed buns in the pot for you to eat while it's hot!" just turned around, my mother had already walked out of the house, "come on, give me my schoolbag, you go and eat it!"
"Why haven't you gone to bed? Don't you have to get up early tomorrow?"
"It's OK. I'm waiting for you. It's so dark that I'm afraid you're afraid."
I didn't know what to say for a moment, but felt a warm current slowly submerge my body, and my eyes were moist. Looking at my mother's early white hair, I have mixed feelings.
Every night, with the orange light, I always carry a bag of happiness, relaxed and happy home.
Postscript: more than a thousand days to return home, the light has become my indispensable dependence. If a warm tea, in the cold night wind, dry lips you can't wait to drink down, warm body, between the lips and teeth of the fragrance, that feeling, I will never forget.
