小时候，对于如豆的火苗，或一堆火焰，总有一种亲切而温馨的感觉。那时农村没电，夜晚油灯黄晕的光，把母亲不停地做针线的身影映照在墙上；冬天灶膛旺旺的火焰伴着饭香，散发着暖意。上小学了，从一本翻毛了边的安徒生的童话画册里，《卖火柴的小女孩》让我潸然泪下——漆黑 As a child, for such as the flame of beans, or a bunch of flames, there is always a warm and intimate feeling. At that time, there was no electricity in the countryside, and the light of the yellow light of the oil lamp at night turned the mother’s needlework on the wall constantly. The fire in the hearth of the winter stove accompanied the delicious rice, exuding warmth. In elementary school, from an animated fairy tale book by Andersen, “Little Match Girl” made me cry - dark