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安徒生的老路灯读后感

安徒生的老路灯读后感
《安徒生的老路灯》是一篇非常感人的童话故事，它讲述了一盏老路灯在夜晚照亮了无数人的路程，但最终却被人们所遗忘的故事。

这盏老路灯虽然已经年迈，但它仍然坚守着自己的职责，为路人提供光明和帮助。

然而，随着时间的流逝，人们开始忘记了这盏路灯的存在，甚至将它拆下来扔进了垃圾堆里。

这个故事让我深刻地感受到了人类的忘恩负义和对自然环境的破坏。

此外，这个故事还告诉我们，即使是看似微不足道的事物，也可能会对我们的生活产生重要的影响。

就像这盏老路灯一样，虽然它只是一盏普通的路灯，但它却为无数人提供了帮助和温暖。

因此，我们应该珍惜身边的每一个事物，不要轻易地将它们遗忘或抛弃。

总之，《安徒生的老路灯》是一篇非常有意义的童话故事，它让我们重新审视了人类与自然的关系，并提醒我们要珍惜身边的每一个事物。

我相信只要我们能够认真地学习和实践，就一定能够在未来的生活中取得更大的成功。

老路灯读后感

老路灯读后感老路灯这个故事让我想起了在大地震中的有些母亲，有些母亲为了保护孩子们而牺牲，他们的爱是多么的伟大！接下来是小编带来的老路灯读后感，希望对你有所帮助~ 这个老路灯的故事主要讲了在一个巷子里有一盏老路灯，它在巷子里站了许多年，为许多人照亮了路，老路灯老了，它的灯丝马上就要熔断了。

这天，天黑了，老路灯点亮自己，它发出微弱的灯光照着这个小巷，老路灯开始想事情，老路灯正想着，突然听到有呼救声，原来是一个女孩被抢劫了，老路灯就憋足劲发出一束光，歹徒被这奇怪的光吓跑了，而老路灯从此熄灭了。

第二天，人们帮老路灯换上了新的灯泡，它又亮了起来！我想对老路灯说：“人们为你换上了新德灯泡，晚上的时候，你又亮了起来，你又能为人们照亮脚下的路！你又可以为经过这个巷子的人都不用担心的人做出一份贡献，因为这个巷子已经很亮了，其他的坏人不敢从这里经过，所以你们可以安心无忧的从这里过去。

”我觉得老路灯真是太伟大了，为了帮助比尔，竟然牺牲了自己。

老路灯的这种精神很值得我们去学习。

老路灯这个故事让我想起了在大地震中的有些母亲，有些母亲为了保护孩子们而牺牲，他们的爱是多么的伟大！【扩展阅读】老路灯的作者安徒生不只是一个童话作家，他也写过诗、小说、剧本和游记，其中也有不少的名篇。

安徒生在童话方面的作品，对世界儿童文学创作的发展所起的影响是无法估量的。

他的童话作品受到了世界广大读者的喜爱，这种成功主要是因为他的作品表现出一种民主主义精神和人道主义精神，这在当时具有一定的积极意义，因为它的对立面是封建主义的残暴和新兴资产阶级的无情剥削，因而在一定程度上表达出人民的思想感情。

另一方面，安徒生在语言风格上具有高度的创造性，在作品的内容上又是一个伟大的现实主义者。

这两种结合使他的作品在儿童文学中放出异彩，开辟出一条新的道路。

作品欣赏这个故事最初收集在《新的童话》第二卷第一辑里。

1847年哥本哈根的旧式路灯被新式的燃煤气的路灯所代替，因此安徒生就写了这篇故事。

老路灯-安徒生童话故事

老路灯-安徒生童话故事你听过老路灯的故事吗？它并不特别有趣，但也不妨一听。

那是盏最可敬的老灯，已经服务了许多许多年，如今要退休了。

今天晚上是它最后一次在路灯杆上照亮这条路。

它的心情有点像戏院里的老舞蹈女演员作最后一次舞蹈演出，并且知道第二天就要待在她的顶楼上，从此孤孤单单的被人忘记掉。

老路灯对这第二天感到极其焦虑，因为它知道，第二天它不得不有生以来第一次到市政厅去，由市长和政务委员们审查，决定它是不是适合继续服务；或者它还可以用来照亮市郊某住宅区的居民，要不就用到乡下某家工厂去；如果都不行，它马上就会送进铸铁厂去熔化掉。

遇到后面这种情况，它可能就变成别的东西，它很怀疑到那时候它是不是还会记得它曾是一盏路灯，这使它感到极其苦恼。

不管可能发生什么事，有一点看来是肯定的，就是它要和守夜人夫妇分开了，它是把这家人看作自己人的。

路灯第一次挂上去的那天晚上，守夜人——那时候还是个精壮小伙子——也正好开始做他的守夜人工作。

啊，它成为路灯，而他当上守夜人，说起来已经很久很久了。

他的妻子那时候有点骄傲；她难得赏脸朝路灯看一眼，除了晚上走过的时候，白天是从来不看的。

可是近年来，他们大家——那就是守夜人、他的妻子和这盏路灯——都老了，她照料它，擦洗它，给它加油。

这两位老人家极其忠厚老实，供应路灯的油他们一滴也不揩油。

这是路灯在这条街上的最后一夜了，明天它就得上市政厅去，——两件想想就叫人异常难过的事情。

这就怪不得它燃烧得不大亮堂了。

许多别的念头也涌上了它的心。

它曾照亮过多少过路的人啊，它曾看到过多少事情啊；很可能和市长及其政务委员会所看到的一样多！不过所有这些念头它一个也没有说出来；因为它是一盏善良老实的老路灯，它不想责怪任何人，特别是那些当权的人。

由于心中勾起许多事，它的光会突然间闪亮；在这种时候，它是确信他会被人记住的。

“有一回有一个英俊的小伙子，”它想；“不用说，那是很久以前了，但是我记得他有一张小字条，是写在一张金边的粉红色纸上的；字迹清秀，显然出自一位小姐之手；他把字条从头到尾读了两遍，亲亲它，然后抬头看我，那双眼睛明白地说：‘我是一切人当中最幸福的！’只有他和我知道，在他那位心爱小姐的第一封信中写着什么。

老路灯读后感

老路灯读后感老路灯读后感这个老路灯的故事主要讲了在一个巷子里有一盏老路灯，它在巷子里站了许多年，为许多人照亮了路，老路灯老了，它的灯丝马上就要熔断了。

”我觉得老路灯真是太伟大了，为了帮助比尔，竟然牺牲了自己。

老路灯的这种精神很值得我们去学习。

安徒生在童话方面的作品，对世界儿童文学创作的发展所起的影响是无法估量的。

另一方面，安徒生在语言风格上具有高度的创造性，在作品的内容上又是一个伟大的现实主义者。

这两种结合使他的作品在儿童文学中放出异彩，开辟出一条新的道路。

作品欣赏这个故事最初收集在《新的童话》第二卷第一辑里。

1847年哥本哈根的旧式路灯被新式的燃煤气的路灯所代替，因此安徒生就写了这篇故事。

旧的路灯被淘汰了，成为废铁，面临进熔铁炉的命运——当然这也不一定是最悲惨的命运：它可能重新被铸成一架可以插蜡烛的最漂亮的烛台。

老路灯详细版-安徒生童话

老路灯详细版-安徒生童话“我几乎像是亲眼看到过的一样!”她说。

这时路灯特别希望它身体里能有一根蜡烛在燃着，好叫这个老太太像它一样能把一切东西都看得清清楚楚：那些枝丫交叉在一起的、高大的树啦，骑在马上的裸体黑人啦，用又宽又笨的脚在芦苇和灌木上踩过去的一群一群的象啦。

“如果我没有蜡烛，那么我的机能又有什么用呢?”路灯叹了一口气。

“他们只有清油和牛油烛，这个不成!”有一天，地窖里有了一扎蜡烛头，顶大的那几根被点着了;最小的那几根老太太要在做针线时用来擦线。

这样一来，蜡烛倒是有了，但是没有人想起放一小根到路灯里面去。

“我现在和我稀有的机能全在这儿!”路灯想。

“我身体里面什么都有，但是我没有办法让他们来分享!他们不知道，我能在这白色的墙上变出最美丽的壁毡、丰茂的森林，和他们所能希望看到的一切东西。

”但是路灯待在墙角里，被擦得干干净净，弄得整整齐齐，引起所有的眼睛注意。

人们说它是一件老废料;不过那对老年夫妇倒不在乎，仍然爱这路灯。

有一天老守夜人的生日到来了。

老太太走近这盏灯，温和地微笑了一下，说：“我今晚要为他把灯点一下!”路灯把它的铁盖嘎嘎地响了一下，因为它想：“现在我要为他们亮起来了。

”但是它里面只是加进了油，而没有放蜡烛。

路灯点了一整晚，只有现在它才懂得，星星所送给它的礼物——一切礼物之中最好一件礼物——恐怕只能算是它余生中一件专用的“秘宝”了。

这时它做了一个梦——凡是一个有稀有机能的人，做梦是不太难的。

它梦见这对老夫妇都死了，它自己则被送进一个铁铺里被熔掉了。

它惊恐的程度，跟它那天要到市政府去、要被那“36位先生”检查时差不多。

虽然假如它愿意的话，它有一种能力可以使自己生锈和化为灰尘，但是它并不这样做。

它却走进熔炉里去，被铸成了一架可以插蜡烛的最漂亮的烛台。

它的形状是一个抱着花束的安琪儿;而蜡烛就插在这个花束的中央。

这烛台在一张绿色的写字台上占了一个地位。

这房间是非常舒适的;房间里有许多书籍，墙上挂着许多名画。

带拼音的儿童故事-老路灯(安徒生童话故事)

老路灯你听见过那个老路灯的故事吗？它并不是怎么特别有趣，不过听它一次也没有关系。

这是一个非常和善的老路灯。

它服务了许多许多年，但是现在没有人要它了。

现在是它最后一晚待在杆子上，照着这条街。

它的心情很像一个跳芭蕾舞的老舞女：现在是她最后一晚登台，她知道明天她就要回到顶楼①里去了。

这个“明天”引起路灯的恐怖，因为它知道它将第一次要在市政府出现，被“36位先生”②审查一番，看它是不是还能继续服务。

①即屋顶下的那间低矮的房间。

一般是当作储藏室使用的。

只有穷学生和艺术家住在里面。

②这是丹麦市政府里参议员的总数。

那时就要决定：要不要把它送去照亮一座桥，还是送到乡下的一个工厂里去，也可能直接送到一个炼铁厂去被熔掉。

在这种情形下，它可能被改造成为任何东西。

不过，它不知道，它是不是还能记得它曾经一度做过路灯——这问题使它感到非常烦恼。

不管情形怎样，它将会跟那个守夜人和他的妻子分开——它一直把他们当做自己的家属。

它当路灯的时候也正是他当守夜人的时候。

那时他的老婆颇有点自负。

她只有在晚上走过路灯的时候，才瞧它一眼；在白天她是不睬它的。

不过最近几年间，他们三个人——守夜人、老婆和路灯——都老了；这位太太也来照料它，洗擦它，在它里面加加油。

这对夫妇是非常诚实的；他们从来不揩路灯的一滴油。

现在是路灯在街上的最后一晚了；明天它就得到市政府去。

这两件事情它一想起就难过！人们不难想象，它现在点燃的劲头不大。

不过它的脑子里面也起了许多别的感想。

它该是看过多少东西，该是照过多少东西啊，可能它看过的东西还比得上那“36位先生”呢。

不过它不愿意讲出来，因为它是一个和善的老路灯。

它不愿意触怒任何人，更不愿意触怒那些当权的人。

它想起许多事情；偶尔之间，它的亮光就闪一下，好像它有这样的感觉：“是的，人们也会记得我！曾经有一位美貌的年轻人——是的，那是很久很久以前的事了！他拿着一封信走来——一封写在有金边的、粉红色的纸上的信，它的字迹是那么美丽，像是一位小姐的手笔。

老路灯的故事读后感

老路灯的故事读后感篇一：读完《老路灯的故事》这篇短文，我深深地感受到了其中蕴含的深刻哲理和人生智慧。

故事讲述了一位老人修理一盏老路灯的故事，虽然这盏灯并没有被广泛使用，但它却一直默默地照亮着行人的道路，为人们提供着帮助和支持。

这篇故事给我留下了深刻的印象，因为它告诉我们许多重要的人生道理。

首先，这个故事展示了坚持和奉献的重要性。

老人修理路灯的行为，虽然看起来没有什么实际的收益，但却为行人提供了便利和安全，这种默默地奉献和坚持，最终会得到回报。

其次，这个故事也告诉我们，重要的不是财富和物质，而是人性中的善良和爱心。

老人并没有追求物质上的利益，但他却收获了内心的满足和快乐，这种美好的情感和人性中的真善美，才是真正值得追求的东西。

在现代社会，人们往往更加注重物质和财富，而忽略了人性中更加重要的方面。

这个故事提醒我们，我们应该更多地关注自己的内心和精神需求，发扬人性中的真善美，为他人和社会做出更多的贡献。

同时，这个故事也让我们感受到了自然环境和人类文明的相互关系，路灯虽然只是一个小物件，但它却是人类文明的一部分，只有我们尊重自然、保护环境，才能够让我们的人类文明更加持久和繁荣。

总结起来，《老路灯的故事》这篇短文不仅仅是一个故事，更是一篇蕴含人生哲理和智慧的文章。

它让我们反思了自己的行为和思想，让我们更加明确了人生中真正重要的价值和意义。

篇二：读完《老路灯的故事》这篇短文，我深深地感受到了其中蕴含的深刻含义。

文章通过描述一位老人和一盏老路灯的故事，向我们展示了生命和时间的流逝，以及人们对时间和生命的感悟。

这盏老路灯，不仅仅是一盏路灯，更是时间和生命的代表。

它见证了岁月的流逝，见证了人们的诞生和离去，也见证了人类文明的发展和进步。

这盏老路灯，不仅仅是一盏路灯，更是时间和生命的代表。

它见证了岁月的流逝，见证了人们的诞生和离去，也见证了人类文明的发展和进步。

故事中的老人，也是代表着时间和生命的存在。

他不断地等待着路灯熄灭，也代表着他不断逝去的岁月和生命。

安徒生童话读后感(15篇)_2

安徒生童话读后感(15篇)安徒生童话读后感1暑假期间我读了《安徒生童话》这本书，童话故事很有趣，特别精彩。

《安徒生童话》中有一个《老路灯》的故事：有一盏老路灯为人们服务了很多年，即将离开他的岗位了。

在待在杆子上的最后一晚，老路灯想到自己的前途，心中有点不安；他想到将要和老守夜人夫妇分开，心中又有些难过；最后他想到了自己的接班人会是什么样的人，这时来了三个陌生人，分别是：青鱼、一块朽木和萤火虫都想接替老路灯的职位。

可老路灯觉得他们都不能发出足够亮的光。

后来老路灯离开了他的岗位，并在老守讹夜的请求下，这盏灯被留下了。

有一天，他做梦梦见守夜人夫妇死了，他被送进炼铁厂熔化了，被铸成了一个烛台，他想要熔化了，突然梦醒了，梦是假的，老守夜人对他像对自己的孩子一样照顾，最后他安心的和守夜夫妇生活在了一起。

读了这个故事，我沉思了一会，想了想，有时个爸爸妈妈凶我，训我，说我淘气不听话的时候，内心也会有些波动，训我啊，凶我啊，也会有一些不安的想法。

但仔细想想，天底下哪有不爱自己孩子的父母啊，只是有时我做的确实太过分了，爸爸妈妈才会训我的。

平时生活中还是疼我的多些，通过这个故事，我以后会和爸爸妈妈多沟通，多交流，做个听话的好孩子。

《安徒生童话》中每一个有趣的故事，都让我们读懂了一些道理。

还有一个故事让我记忆深刻——“皇帝的新装”这个故事讲的是有一个傻皇帝被人骗的故事。

告诉我们要诚实，不要扭曲事实，不要被别人的眼睛所蒙蔽。

《安徒生童话》里还有好多有趣的故事呢，比如《坚定的锡兵》、《一点成绩》、《赛跑者》等等让我记忆深刻。

同学们，你们是不是也喜欢阅读这些有趣的故事了，我相信你们一定会爱上它的。

《安徒生童话》真是一本很好的书呀，里面不仅有精彩的故事内容和配图，还让我明白了好多道理。

安徒生童话读后感2《安徒生童话》它立足于现实生活，充满对人类美好的愿望，这些作品的艺术魅力震撼了世界文坛，揭开了世界文学史上童话创作的新篇章。

在丹麦首都哥本哈根入口处的海面上，有一座铜像冒出水面。

老路灯读后感

老路灯读后感最近读了安徒生的，这故事可真有意思！故事里的老路灯兢兢业业地工作了很多年，为人们照亮了无数个夜晚。

它见证了街头巷尾的喜怒哀乐，也经历了风风雨雨。

让我感触最深的，是老路灯那份坚守和奉献的精神。

它就像我们生活中的一些普通人，默默无闻却又至关重要。

比如说，我家小区门口的那位保安大叔。

这位保安大叔，年纪估摸有五十多岁，头发有点花白，脸上总是带着和蔼的笑容。

他的身材不算高大，但站得笔直，给人一种很可靠的感觉。

每天清晨，当我还在睡梦中迷迷糊糊的时候，就能听到他那略带沙哑却又中气十足的声音：“早啊，出去锻炼啊！”这声音仿佛是一个准时的闹钟，唤醒了整个小区的生机。

有一次，我放学回家，天突然下起了瓢泼大雨。

我没带伞，只能抱着书包在小区门口的屋檐下躲雨，心里别提多着急了。

就在这时，保安大叔拿着一把大伞走了过来，笑着说：“孩子，别等了，我送你回去。

”那一瞬间，我心里暖乎乎的。

一路上，大叔尽量把伞往我这边倾斜，自己的半边身子都湿透了。

我有点不好意思，说：“大叔，您别光顾着我，您自己也得遮着点啊。

”大叔却不在意地摆摆手：“没事，孩子，我身体好着呢，淋点雨不算啥。

”到了我家楼下，大叔还不忘叮嘱我：“赶紧回家换身干衣服，别着凉了。

”看着他离开的背影，雨水打在他的身上，我的眼睛不禁有点湿润了。

还有一回，我不小心把钥匙弄丢了。

急得像热锅上的蚂蚁，在小区里到处找。

大叔看到我慌张的样子，过来问清了情况，然后安慰我说：“别着急，孩子，咱们一起找。

”他带着我在我走过的路上仔细搜寻，连角落都不放过。

最后，终于在一个花坛边找到了钥匙。

我高兴得一蹦三尺高，大叔也跟着笑了起来，那笑容就像阳光一样灿烂。

平日里，大叔总是认真地巡逻着小区的每一个角落。

检查车辆是否锁好，提醒居民关好门窗。

谁家的东西多了拿不动，他会主动帮忙；谁家门口的垃圾没及时扔，他也会顺手带走。

他就像那盏老路灯，虽然看似平凡，却默默地为大家带来了温暖和安心。

老路灯在故事里虽然最后被废弃了，但它曾经的光芒永远留在人们的记忆中。

安徒生童话老路灯读后感50字

安徒生童话老路灯读后感50字
写作思路：首先写出《老路灯》的主要内容，以及《老路灯》的主要
故事情节，接着将自己读后的感受详细的描述一下。

正文：
安徒生在这个童话里写了一个路灯为人们照明了许多年，所以，人们
亲切地叫它“老路灯”。

年复一年，老路灯年老快要退休了，它伤心地想到：“明天我要被
36位先生检查，如果合格，就可以继续值班；如果不合格，就会送到工
厂修理，或者被融化造成别的东西。

”
可是，它被一个守夜人买回家。

那家十分爱惜它，每天擦洗它，喂养它。

老路灯很感激，用自己最后的余力，为这家带来了光明。

它在这家平
安地度过了后半生。

这个故事最初收集在《新的童话》第二卷第一辑里。

1847年哥本哈
根的旧式路灯被新式的燃煤气的路灯所代替，因此安徒生就写了这篇故事。

这个童话讲了一个路灯的一生，赞扬了默默无闻、奉献不息的人格品德。

也揭示出这种人和品德当时不被重视的社会现实。

听了这个故事，就会想到那些人无私奉献的人，例如：科学家、母亲、老师，等等。

他们就像“老路灯，”默默无闻，把毕生的智慧、心血全部
奉献给祖国、孩子、学生。

他们都是最可爱的人。

安徒生写的他不是废物的文章

安徒生写的他不是废物的文章哥本哈根用燃气路灯替代了旧的燃油路灯。

旧路灯有的被送到乡村，有的将回炉再造。

在此背景下，安徒生写了《老路灯》这篇故事。

告诉我们一盏老路灯如何度过最后一个工作的黑夜。

在我们看来旧的不去新的不来，新的替代旧的理所当然，但我们从来没想过，如果那些被淘汰的东西有生命他们会做何感想呢？我们无从得知，但故事里的老路灯有很多感想。

在最后一个工作的夜里，他与风、月亮和星星谈起了自己的心事，他想起了无数为个车辆和行人照明的黑夜、无数个见证行人悲欢故事的白天、还有那个忠于职守的守夜人……于是老路灯感谢夜风给了他保守这些记忆的能力。

这个夜里老路灯还期望着以后不做路灯可以做一盏漂亮的台灯，继续为人照明。

他是多么热爱自己能为人照明这项工作呀！如果不是我们需要街道变得更亮，如果新的能源没有被发现，老路灯还可以继续留在原来的岗位上。

但是我们需要街道更亮，城市更亮，这样才会更安全更畅通，才会有更高的生产力，于是煤气路灯代替了煤油路灯，后来电灯又代替了煤气路灯。

随着我们不断提出更高的要求，科学不断进步，新的先进的物件不断替代旧的落后的物件，路灯是这样其他的各个领域都是如此。

以前家家户户都有的缝纫机现在已经躲进了阁楼和储藏室；以前炒股必备的BB机现在退出了历史的舞台；以前象征身份厚如砖块的大哥大现在已经见不到了……许许多多的老物件不再符合我们的需要，消失在我们的生活中，这是社会的进步，也是不可避免的。

新的替代旧的，先进的替代落后的，如故事里老路灯被新式的燃气路灯所替代，只是我们要明白那些旧物件不是一无是处的废物，它们曾经为我们解决了困难，为我们提供过服务。

所以理性地对待那些被淘汰的物件吧，他们有的可以再次利用，有的可以改造再造，还有些可以变成风景，留住我们过去的记忆。

就像香港都爹利街至今还保留着四盏煤气灯，许多游客都会在那里拍照留影，那浓浓的时代遗风为旅途平添怀旧气氛。

故事里的守夜人最后请求当局让他保留了一盏老路灯。

小学生安徒生童话读后感范文（二篇）

小学生安徒生童话读后感范文暑假期间我读了《安徒生童话》这本书，童话故事很有趣，特别精彩。

《安徒生童话》中有一个《老路灯》的故事：有一盏老路灯为人们服务了很多年，即将离开他的岗位了。

可老路灯觉得他们都不能发出足够亮的光。

后来老路灯离开了他的岗位，并在老守讹夜的请求下，这盏灯被留下了。

但仔细想想，天底下哪有不爱自己孩子的父母啊，只是有时我做的确实太过分了，爸爸妈妈才会训我的。

平时生活中还是疼我的多些，通过这个故事，我以后会和爸爸妈妈多沟通，多交流，做个听话的好孩子。

《安徒生童话》中每一个有趣的故事，都让我们读懂了一些道理。

还有一个故事让我记忆深刻——“皇帝的新装”这个故事讲的是有一个傻皇帝被人骗的故事。

告诉我们要诚实，不要扭曲事实，不要被别人的眼睛所蒙蔽。

《安徒生童话》里还有好多有趣的故事呢，比如《坚定的锡兵》、《一点成绩》、《赛跑者》等等让我记忆深刻。

同学们，你们是不是也喜欢阅读这些有趣的故事了，我相信你们一定会爱上它的。

《安徒生童话》真是一本很好的书呀，里面不仅有精彩的故事内容和配图，还让我明白了好多道理。

小学生安徒生童话读后感范文（二）首先，引入文章：我在读完安徒生的童话故事后，深受启发。

每个故事都给我带来了不同的触动和思考，使我感受到了人性的光辉和美好。

总的来说，这些故事是富有智慧和哲理的，对我产生了积极的影响。

老路灯

他有一张字迹清秀的小纸条，是写在一张有金边
“那还早，我现在就吹起你的记忆。”风说，
的粉红色纸上的．显然那是出自一位小姐之手。 “这样的礼物再多几件，你的老年就可以过得非
他把纸条从头到尾渎了两遍，亲亲它，然后抬头常愉快了。”
是一片森林的骄傲；第三样是一只萤火虫，老路的法力，你需要时，可以在一夜之间化为尘土。 ”
灯实在想象不ｌ叶Ｉ它是怎么到这里来的，然而在这
老路灯觉得这是件非常坏的礼物，风也这么
里，它确实能像其他两样东西一样发光。
想。
老路灯老老实实地对它们说，它们中没有一
“没有谁再送礼物了吗？ ”风呼呼地叫道，能
个能发【叶Ｊ足够的光来顶替一盏路灯，但是它们一叫多响就叫多响。
点儿也不相信老路灯的话。
一颗很亮的流星落了下来，在身后留下了一
路灯杆上，可以省掉许多油；一块烂木头在黑暗上。“我是乌云送的礼物，这也许是所有礼物中最
中也能闪亮，它自称来自一段卉树干，那古树曾好的。”水滴说，“我将彻底渗透你，使你具有生锈
在老路灯的光最后一次闪耀时，它满脑子都起来。

双语安徒生童话：theOldStreetLamp老路灯

双语安徒生童话：theOldStreetLamp老路灯But this seemed to the lamp a very shabby present， and the wind thought so too. “Doesno one give any more? Will no one give any more?” shouted the breath of the wind， as loudas it could. Then a bright falling star came down， leaving a broad，luminous streak behind it.“What was that?” cried the herring's head. “Didnot a star fall? I really believe it went into the lamp.Certainly， when such high-born personages try forthe office，we may as well say 'Good-night，' andgo home.”And so they did，all three，while the old lampthrew a wonderfully strong light all around him.“This is a glorious gift，” said he; “the brightstars have always been a joy to me， and havealways shone more brilliantly than I ever couldshine， though I have tried with my whole might; and now they have noticed me， a poor oldlamp， and have sent me a gift that will enable me to see clearly everything that I remember，as if it still stood before me， and to be seen by all those who love me. And herein lies thetruest pleasure， for joy which we cannot share with others is only half enjoyed.”“That se ntiment does you honor，” said the wind; “but for this purpose wax lights will benecessary. If these are not lighted in you， your particular faculties will not benefit others inthe least. The stars have not thought of this; they suppose that you and every other lightmust be a wax taper： but I must go down now.” So he laid himself to rest.“Wax tapers，indeed!” said the lamp，“I have never yet had these， nor is it likely I evershall. If I could only be sure of not being melted down!”the next day. Well，perhaps we had better pass over the next day. The evening hadcome， and the lamp was resting in a grandfather's chair，and guess where! Why，at the oldwatchman's house. He had begged，as a favor，that the mayor and corporation would allowhim to keep the street lamp，in consideration of his long and faithful service，as he hadhimself hung it up and lit it on the day he first commenced his duties， four-and-twenty yearsago. He looked upon it almost as his own child; he had no children，so the lamp was given tohim. There it lay in the GREat arm-chair near to the warm stove. It seemed almost as if it hadgrown larger， for it appeared quite to fill the chair. The old people sat at their supper，castingfriendly glances at the old lamp，whom they would willingly have admitted to a place at thetable. It is quite true that they dwelt in a cellar， two yards deep in the earth， and they had tocross a stone passage to get to their room， but within it was warm and comfortable and stripsof list had been nailed round the door. The bed and the little window had curtains，andeverything looked clean and neat. On the window seat stood two curious flower-pots which asailor， named Christian， had brought over from the East or West Indies. They were of clay，and in the form of two elephants， with open backs; they were hollow and filled with earth，and through the open space flowers bloomed. In one grew some very fine chives or leeks; thiswas the kitchen garden. The other elephant，which contained a beautiful geranium， theycalled their flower garden. On the wall hung a large colored print，representing the congress ofVienna， and all the kings and emperors at once. A clock， with heavy weights，hung on thewall and went “tick，tick，” steadily enough; yet it was always rather too fast， which，however， the old people said was better than being too slow. They were now eating theirsupper， while the old street lamp，as we have heard，lay in the grandfather's arm-chair nearthe stove. It seemed to the lamp as if the whole world had turned round; but after a while theold watchman looked at the lamp，and spoke of what they had both gone through together，—in rain and in fog; during the short bright nights of summer， or in the long winter nights，through the drifting snow-storms，when he longed to be at home in the cellar. Then the lampfelt it was all right again. He saw everything that had happened quite clearly，as if it werepassing before him. Surely the wind had given him an excellent gift. The old people were veryactive and industrious，they were never idle for even a single hour. On Sunday afternoonsthey would bring out some books， generally a book of travels which they were very fond of.The old man would read aloud about Africa，with its great forests and the wild elephants，while his wife would listen attentively，stealing a glance now and then at the clay elephants，which served as flower-pots.“I can almost imagine I am seeing it all，” she said; and then how the lamp wished for awax taper to be lighted in him，for then the old woman would have seen the smallest detail asclearly as he did himself. The lofty trees，with their thickly entwined branches，the nakednegroes on horseback，and whole herds of elephants treading down bamboo thickets withtheir broad， heavy feet.“What is the use of all my capabilities，” s ighed the old lamp，“when I cannot obtain anywax lights; they have only oil and tallow here，and these will not do.” One day a GREat heapof wax-candle ends found their way into the cellar. Thelarger pieces were burnt， and thesmaller ones the old woman kept for waxing her thread. So there were now candles enough，but it never occurred to any one to put a little piece in the lamp.“Here I am now with my rare powers，” thought the lamp，“I have faculties within me，but I cannot share them; they do not know that I could cover these white walls with beautifultapestry，or change them into noble forests，or，indeed，to anything else they might wishfor.” The lamp，however， was always kept clean and shining in a corner where it attracted alleyes. Strangers looked upon it as lumber， but the old people did not care for that; theyloved the lamp. One day—it was the watchman's birthday—the old woman approached thelamp，smiling to herself，and said，“I will have an illumination to-day in honor of my oldman.” And the lamp rattled in his metal frame， for he thought，“Now at last I shall have alight within me，” but after all no wax light was placed in the lamp， but oil as usual. The lampburned through the whole evening，and began to perceive too clearly that the gift of thestars would remain a hidden treasure all his life. Then he had a dream; for，to one with hisfaculties，dreaming was no difficulty. It appeared to him that the old people were dead，andthat he had been taken to the iron foundry to be melted down. It caused him quite as muchanxiety as on the day when he had been called upon to appear before the mayor and thecouncil at the town-hall. But though he had been endowed with the power of falling into decayfrom rust when he pleased， he did not make use of it. He was therefore put into the melting-furnace and changed into as elegant an iron candlestick as you could wish to see， oneintended to hold a wax taper. The candlestick was in the form of an angel holding a nosegay，in the centre ofwhich the wax taper was to be placed. It was to stand on a GREen writingtable，in a very pleasant room; many books were scattered about， and splendid paintingshung on the walls. The owner of the room was a poet，and a man of intellect; everything hethought or wrote was pictured around him. Nature showed herself to him sometimes in the darkforests， at others in cheerful meadows where the storks were strutting about， or on thedeck of a ship sailing across the foaming sea with the clear，blue sky above，or at night theglittering stars. “What powe rs I possess!” said the lamp，awaking from his dream; “I couldalmost wish to be melted down; but no， that must not be while the old people live. They loveme for myself alone， they keep me bright，and supply me with oil. I am as well off as thepicture of the congress，in which they take so much pleasure.” And from that time he felt atrest in himself， and not more so than such an honorable old lamp really deserved to be.。

双语童话阅读《老路灯》

双语童话阅读《老路灯》双语童话阅读《老路灯》《老路灯》这个故事讲的是一个路灯的一生。

是闻名世界的丹麦童话大师安徒生作品。

以下是应届毕业生网店铺为大家推荐的双语童话阅读《老路灯》，希望大家喜欢。

the Old Street Lamp老路灯DID you ever hear the story of the old streetlamp? It is not remarkably interesting， but for oncein a way you may as well listen to it. It was a mostrespectable old lamp， which had seen many，many years of service，and now was to retire with apension. It was this evening at its post for the lasttime， giving light to the street. His feelings weresomething like those of an old dancer at thetheatre， who is dancing for the last time， and knows that on the morrow she will be in hergarret， alone and forgotten. The lamp had very GREat anxiety about the next day，for heknew that he had to appear for the first time at the town hall， to be inspected by the mayorand the council， who were to decide if he were fit for further service or not;—whether thelamp was good enough to be used to light the inhabitants of one of the suburbs， or in thecountry， at some factory; and if not， it would be sent at once to an iron foundry， to bemelted down. In this latter case it might be turned into anything， and he wondered very muchwhether he would then be able to remember that he had once been a street lamp， and ittroubled him exceedingly. Whatever might happen， one thing seemed certain， that he wouldbe separated from the watchman and his wife，whose family he looked upon as his own. Thelamp had first been hung up on that very evening that the watchman，then a robust youngman， had entered upon the duties of hisoffice. Ah，well，it was a very long time since onebecame a lamp and the other a watchman. His wife had a little pride in those days; she seldomcondescended to glance at the lamp，excepting when she passed by in the evening，never inthe daytime. But in later years， when all these，—the watchman，the wife， and the lamp—had grown old， she had attended to it，cleaned it，and supplied it with oil. The old peoplewere thoroughly honest， they had never cheated the lamp of a single drop of the oil providedfor it.This was the lamp's last night in the street， and to-morrow he must go to the town-hall，—two very dark things to think of. No wonder he did not burn brightly. Many other thoughtsalso passed through his mind. How many persons he had lighted on their way， and how muchhe had seen; as much， very likely，as the mayor and corporation themselves! None ofthese thoughts were uttered aloud，however; for he was a good，honorable old lamp，who would not willingly do harm to any one，especially to those in authority. As many thingswere recalled to his mind，the light would FLASH up with sudden brightness; he had，at suchmoments，a conviction that he would be remembered. “There was a handsome young manonce，” thought he; “it is certainly a long while ago， but I remember he had a little note，written on pink paper with a gold edge; the writing was elegant， evidently a lady's hand：twice he read it through， and kissed it， and then looked up at me，with eyes that said quiteplainly，'I am the happiest of men!' Only he and I know what was written on this his firstletter from his lady-love. Ah， yes， and there was another pair of eyes that I remember，—it isreally wonderful how the thoughts jump from one thing to another! A funeral passed throughthe street; ayoung and beautiful woman lay on a bier， decked with garlands of flowers， andattended by torches， which quite overpowered my light. All along the street stood the peoplefrom the houses，in crowds， ready to join the procession. But when the torches had passedfrom before me， and I could look round， I saw one person alone，standing，leaning againstmy post，and weeping. Never shall I forget the sorrowful eyes that looked up at me.” Theseand similar reflections occupied the o ld street lamp， on this the last time that his light wouldshine. The sentry，when he is relieved from his post，knows at least who will succeed him，and may whisper a few words to him，but the lamp did not know his successor， or he couldhave given him a few hints respecting rain， or mist， and could have informed him how farthe moon's rays would rest on the pavement， and from which side the wind generally blew，and so on.On the bridge over the canal stood three persons，who wished to recommendthemselves to the lamp， for they thought he could give the office to whomsoever he chose.The first was a herring's head，which could emit light in the darkness. He remarked that itwould be a GREat saving of oil if they placed him on the lamp-post. Number two was a piece ofrotten wood，which also shines in the dark. He considered himself descended from an oldstem， once the pride of the forest. The third was a glow-worm， and how he found his waythere the lamp could not imagine， yet there he was， and could really give light as well as theothers. But the rotten wood and the herring's head declared most solemnly， by all they heldsacred， that the glow-worm only gave light at certain times， and must not be allowed tocompete with themselves. The old lamp assured them that not one of them could givesufficient light to fill the position of astreet lamp; but they would believe nothing he said. Andwhen they discovered that he had not the power of naming his successor， they said they werevery glad to hear it， for the lamp was too old and worn-out to make a proper choice.At this moment the wind came rushing round the corner of the street， and through theair-holes of the old lamp. “What is this I hear?” said he; “that you are going away to-morrow? Is this evening the last time we shall meet? Then I must present you with a farewellgift. I will blow into your brain， so that in future you shall not only be able to remember all thatyou have seen or heard in the past， but your light within shall be so bright， that you shall beable to understand all that is said or done in your presence.”“Oh， that is really a very， very GREat gift，” said the old lamp; “I thank you mostheartily. I only hope I shall not be melted down.”“That is not likely to happen yet，” said the wind; “and I will also blow a memory into you，so that should you receive other similar presents your old age will pass very pleasantly.”“That is if I am not melted down，” said the lamp. “But should I in that case still retain mymemory?”“Do be reasonable， old lamp，” said the wind， puffing away.At this moment the moon burst forth from the clouds. “What will you give the old lamp?”asked the wind.“I can give nothing，” she replied; “I am on the wane，and no lamps have ever given melight while I have frequently shone upon them.” And with the se words the moon hid herselfagain behind the clouds， that she might be saved from further importunities. Just then a dropfell upon the lamp， fromthe roof of the house，but the drop explained that he was a giftfrom those gray clouds， and perhaps the best of all gifts. “I shall penetrate you sothoroughly，” he said，“that you will have the power of becoming rusty，and，if you wish it，to crumble into dust in one night.”But this seemed to the lamp a very shabby present， and the wind thought so too. “Doesno on e give any more? Will no one give any more?” shouted the breath of the wind， as loudas it could. Then a bright falling star came down， leaving a broad，luminous streak behind it.“What was that?” cried the herring's head. “Didnot a star fall? I really believe it went into the lamp.Certainly， when such high-born personages try forthe office，we may as well say 'Good-night，' andgo home.”And so they did，all three，while the old lampthrew a wonderfully strong light all around him.“This is a glorious gift，” said he; “the brightstars have always been a joy to me， and havealways shone more brilliantly than I ever couldshine， though I have tried with my whole might; and now they have noticed me， a poor oldlamp， and have sent me a gift that will enable me to see clearly everything that I remember，as if it still stood before me， and to be seen by all those who love me. And herein lies thetruest pleasure， for joy which we cannot share with others is only half enjoyed.”“That sentiment does you honor，” said the wind; “but for this purpose wax lights will benecessary. If these are not lighted in you， your particular faculties will not benefit others inthe least. The stars have not thought of this; they suppose that you and every other lightmust be a wax taper： but I must go down now.” So he laid himself to rest.“Wax tapers，indeed!” said the lamp，“I have never yet had these， nor is it likely I evershall. If I could only be sure of not being melted down!”the next day. Well，perhaps we had better pass over the next day. The evening hadcome， and the lamp was resting in a grandfather's chair，and guess where! Why，at the oldwatchman's house. He had begged，as a favor，that the mayor and corporation would allowhim to keep the street lamp，in consideration of his long and faithful service，as he hadhimself hung it up and lit it on the day he first commenced his duties， four-and-twenty yearsago. He looked upon it almost as his own child; he had no children，so the lamp was given tohim. There it lay in the GREat arm-chair near to the warm stove. It seemed almost as if it hadgrown larger， for it appeared quite to fill the chair. The old people sat at their supper，castingfriendly glances at the old lamp，whom they would willingly have admitted to a place at thetable. It is quite true that they dwelt in a cellar， two yards deep in the earth， and they had tocross a stone passage to get to their room， but within it was warm and comfortable and stripsof list had been nailed round the door. The bed and the little window had curtains，andeverything looked clean and neat. On the window seat stood two curious flower-pots which asailor， named Christian， had brought over from the East or West Indies. They were of clay，and in the form of two elephants， with open backs; they were hollow and filled with earth，and through the open space flowers bloomed. In one grew some very fine chives or leeks; thiswas the kitchen garden. The other elephant，which contained a beautiful geranium， theycalled their flower garden. On the wall hung a large colored print，representing thecongress ofVienna， and all the kings and emperors at once. A clock， with heavy weights，hung on thewall and went “tick，tick，” steadily enough; yet it was always rather too fast， which，however， the old people said was better than being too slow. They were now eating theirsupper， while the old street lamp，as we have heard，lay in the grandfather's arm-chair nearthe stove. It seemed to the lamp as if the whole world had turned round; but after a while theold watchman looked at the lamp，and spoke of what they had both gone through together，—in rain and in fog; during the short bright nights of summer， or in the long winter nights，through the drifting snow-storms，when he longed to be at home in the cellar. Then the lampfelt it was all right again. He saw everything that had happened quite clearly，as if it werepassing before him. Surely the wind had given him an excellent gift. The old people were veryactive and industrious，they were never idle for even a single hour. On Sunday afternoonsthey would bring out some books， generally a book of travels which they were very fond of.The old man would read aloud about Africa，with its great forests and the wild elephants，while his wife would listen attentively，stealing a glance now and then at the clay elephants，which served as flower-pots.“I can almost imagine I am seeing it all，” she said; and then how the lamp wished for awax taper to be lighted in him，for then the old woman would have seen the smallest detail asclearly as he did himself. The lofty trees，with their thickly entwined branches，the nakednegroes on horseback，and whole herds of elephants treading down bamboo thickets withtheir broad， heavy feet.“What is the use of all my capabilities，” sighed the oldlamp，“when I cannot obtai n anywax lights; they have only oil and tallow here，and these will not do.” One day a GREat heapof wax-candle ends found their way into the cellar. The larger pieces were burnt， and thesmaller ones the old woman kept for waxing her thread. So there were now candles enough，but it never occurred to any one to put a little piece in the lamp.“Here I am now with my rare powers，” thought the lamp，“I have faculties within me，but I cannot share them; they do not know that I could cover these white walls with beautifultapestry，or change them into noble forests，or，indeed，to anything else they might wishfor.” The lamp，however， was always kept clean and shining in a corner where it attracted alleyes. Strangers looked upon it as lumber， but the old people did not care for that; theyloved the lamp. One day—it was the watchman's birthday—the old woman approached thelamp，smiling to herself，and said，“I will have an illumination to-day in honor of my oldman.” And the lamp rattled in his metal frame， for he thought，“Now at last I shall have alight within me，” but after all no wax light was placed in the lamp， but oil as usual. The lampburned through the whole evening，and began to perceive too clearly that the gift of thestars would remain a hidden treasure all his life. Then he had a dream; for，to one with hisfaculties，dreaming was no difficulty. It appeared to him that the old people were dead，andthat he had been taken to the iron foundry to be melted down. It caused him quite as muchanxiety as on the day when he had been called upon to appear before the mayor and thecouncil at the town-hall. But though he had been endowed with the power of falling into decayfrom rust when he pleased， he did not make use of it. He was therefore put into the melting-furnaceand changed into as elegant an iron candlestick as you could wish to see， oneintended to hold a wax taper. The candlestick was in the form of an angel holding a nosegay，in the centre of which the wax taper was to be placed. It was to stand on a GREen writingtable，in a very pleasant room; many books were scattered about， and splendid paintingshung on the walls. The owner of the room was a poet，and a man of intellect; everything hethought or wrote was pictured around him. Nature showed herself to him sometimes in the darkforests， at others in cheerful meadows where the storks were strutting about， or on thedeck of a ship sailing across the foaming sea with the clear，blue sky above，or at night theglittering stars. “What powers I possess!” said the lamp，awaking fr om his dream; “I couldalmost wish to be melted down; but no， that must not be while the old people live. They loveme for myself alone， they keep me bright，and supply me with oil. I am as well off as thepicture of the congress， in which they take so much p leasure.” And from that time he felt atrest in himself， and not more so than such an honorable old lamp really deserved to be.。

安徒生童话之老路灯

老路灯你听说过老路灯的故事吗？它并不十分有趣，可也不妨听一听。

那是盏最可敬的老路灯，已经服务了许多年，现在它衰老得必须马上要退休了。

今天夜里，是它最后一次在比它还要苍老的路灯杆上照亮这条路。

它的心情很像戏剧院里的老舞蹈女演员进行最后一次舞蹈演出，并且明白不久就要待在她自己的顶楼上，从此孤孤单单地度过余生并慢慢被人忘掉。

老路灯为这第二天感到非常焦虑，因为它清楚，第二天它必须有生以来第一次到市政厅去，由市长和政务委员们审查，决定它是否适合继续服务。

要么它继续为市郊某住宅区的居民服务，要么就被送到乡下某家工厂去，要是都不行，它立刻就会被送进铸铁厂去熔化掉。

如果它被熔化掉，它可能就变成别的东西，它十分担心到那个时候它是否还会记得它曾经是一盏在街道服务很多年，受人尊敬的路灯，这使它感到非常苦恼。

无论发生什么事，有一件事情是肯定会发生的，就是它要和守夜人夫妇分开了，它是把这家人当成自己家人一样的。

路灯第一次挂上去的晚上，守夜人——当时还是个年轻力壮、十分精明的小伙子——他也和老路灯一样刚刚开始作为一名夜人，在这里服务。

啊，它成为路灯，而他当上守夜人，说起来真是很久很久以前的事情了。

他的妻子当时有点骄傲，她难得赏脸朝路灯瞥一眼，除了晚上走过街道的时候，白天是根本不看的。

可是近年来，他们大家——守夜人夫妇和这盏老路灯——都年纪大了，她照料它，擦洗它，替它加油。

这两位老人都非常忠厚老实，供应路灯的油他们一滴也不会为自己留。

这一页是老路灯最后一次为这条街道服务了，第二天它就得上市政厅去——一件想起来就让人非常难过的事情，这就难怪它燃烧得不怎么亮了。

许多别的念头涌上了它的心头。

过去，有多少过路人被它照亮过啊，它曾看到过多少事情啊！很可能跟市长、政务委员看到的一样多！但是所以这些念头它一个也没有说出来。

由于它是一盏善良老实的老路灯，它不想责怪别人，尤其是那些当权的人。

由于心中回想起许多事，它的光常常突然间变得特别亮。

在这时候，它确信它会被人记住的。

老路灯详细版-安徒生童话

老路灯详细版-安徒生童话老路灯主要内容这个故事讲的是一个路灯的一生。

它在路边为过路人照亮，因为它为人们服务了很多年，所以人们亲切的叫它“老路灯”。

慢慢的，老路灯快退休了，它在想它的接班人是谁呢?他又很伤心地想，明天我要被三十六位先生检查，如果合格就可以继续值班了，如果不合格就会去修理厂了。

可是最后它被一个老太太买走了，老太太每天擦它、洗它、喂它，它呢，用自己最后的能力为老太太一家带来了光明。

老路灯在这个老太太家生活了一辈子。

老路灯的故事你听见过那个老路灯的故事吗?它并不是怎么特别有趣，不过听它一次也没有关系。

这是一个非常和善的老路灯。

它服务了许多许多年，但是现在没有人要它了。

现在是它最后一晚待在杆子上，照着这条街。

它的心情很像一个跳芭蕾舞的老舞女：现在是她最后一晚登台，她知道明天她就要回到顶楼①里去了。

这个“明天”引起路灯的恐怖，因为它知道它将第一次要在市政府出现，被“36位先生”②审查一番，看它是不是还能继续服务。

①即屋顶下的那间低矮的房间。

一般是当作储藏室使用的。

只有穷学生和艺术家住在里面。

②这是丹麦市政府里参议员的总数。

那时就要决定：要不要把它送去照亮一座桥，还是送到乡下的一个工厂里去，也可能直接送到一个炼铁厂去被熔掉。

在这种情形下，它可能被改造成为任何东西。

不过，它不知道，它是不是还能记得它曾经一度做过路灯——这问题使它感到非常烦恼。

不管情形怎样，它将会跟那个守夜人和他的妻子分开——它一直把他们当做自己的家属。

它当路灯的时候也正是他当守夜人的时候。

那时他的老婆颇有点自负。

她只有在晚上走过路灯的时候，才瞧它一眼;在白天她是不睬它的。

不过最近几年间，他们三个人——守夜人、老婆和路灯——都老了;这位太太也来照料它，洗擦它，在它里面加加油。

这对夫妇是非常诚实的;他们从来不揩路灯的一滴油。

现在是路灯在街上的最后一晚了;明天它就得到市政府去。

这两件事情它一想起就难过!人们不难想象，它现在点燃的劲头不大。

小学五年级童话作文：老路灯

老路灯
本文是小学关于小学五年级童话作文的老路灯，欢迎阅读。

从前，有个路灯，他已经很老了。

有一天，他旁边小路灯说：“爷爷，我听他们（修路灯的人）说，准备把您换掉。

”爷爷：”（叹气）我想在被换掉之前为人们做一点事（伤心）。

“就这样他们的谈话结束了。

又是新的一天，这一天老路灯一直在盼望有人能需要他的帮助。

直到夜幕降临，他发现有一个小男孩再找他妈妈：”妈妈，妈妈，你在哪？呜，呜，呜！“老路灯使尽全身力气为他照亮了路。

不久小男孩找到了他的妈妈，可老路灯却熄灭了。

第二天早晨，昨晚的那个小男孩拿着一个电灯泡为老路灯换上了。

从此老路灯又恢复了年轻时的生机勃勃……
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老路灯读后感

老路灯读后感《老路灯》是一本让人感动的小说，通过讲述一个老路灯的故事，作者用简单的文字展现了人与事物之间的情感纽带，让读者在平凡的故事中感受到了温暖和力量。

故事的主人公是一盏老路灯，它在一个小镇的街道上照亮了无数个夜晚。

它见证了小镇的兴衰，见证了人们的悲欢离合，见证了时间的流逝。

虽然它只是一个普通的路灯，但它用自己的光芒温暖了整个小镇，成为了人们心中的一道明亮的风景线。

在这个小镇上，有一个叫做小明的男孩，他是这盏老路灯的忠实朋友。

每天晚上，小明都会来到路灯下，和它聊天，倾诉自己的心事。

路灯虽然不能说话，但它默默地倾听着小明的故事，给他带来了无尽的安慰和勇气。

在小明眼中，这盏老路灯不仅是一盏照明设备，更是一个可以倾诉的朋友，是他生活中的一部分。

然而，随着时间的推移，小镇的街道逐渐被现代化的灯光所取代，老路灯也被淘汰了。

小明心疼地看着这盏陪伴自己多年的路灯被拆除，他感到了一丝失落和无助。

但就在这时，小明发现了老路灯的秘密，原来它的光芒并没有消失，而是转化为了一种更加珍贵的力量——爱的力量。

这种力量会一直存在，直到有人需要它为止。

通过这个故事，作者告诉我们，即使是一个看似平凡的事物，也可能蕴含着巨大的力量。

老路灯的存在不仅是为了照明，更是为了给人们带来温暖和力量。

它用自己的方式，诠释了爱的真谛，成为了人们心中的一个美好记忆。

在现实生活中，我们也可以像老路灯一样，用自己的光芒温暖他人，用自己的力量帮助他人。

无论是一句温暖的问候，还是一次真诚的帮助，都可能成为他人生命中的一道亮丽风景线。

我们不需要做得很大，只要用心，就能成为他人生命中的一盏明灯。

《老路灯》让我深刻地体会到了人与事物之间的情感纽带，让我明白了爱的力量是如此的伟大和珍贵。

在未来的日子里，我会努力做一个温暖的人，用自己的力量去帮助他人，成为他人生命中的一盏明灯。

因为我相信，每一个人都有一盏属于自己的老路灯，它会在适当的时候，给我们带来温暖和力量。