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.