The light of street lights is not as bright as sunlight, nor as colorful as festival lights. It only uses a little weak light to illuminate the road under foot for pedestrians returning home at night. This is its responsibility. Every evening, the street lights go on and work until early morning. Day after day, year after year.
In addition to the summer moths, it is lonely. Whether it is exposed to the sun, rain or geomancy, it will never forget its responsibilities. Although no one appreciates it, and no one will always think about it, he has no complaints. The street lamp is ordinary, but it is also great. He is not as eye-catching as the neon lights in supermarkets and advertisements, nor as shining as the shadowless lights in the operating room, but he just silently does some small things for people, but he does not feel inferior to it.
I appreciate the street lamp and admire its character. I think I should become a person with street lamp character.