昏灯下的旧时光 油灯晃着暖黄，旧衣裳裹着家常，小老
<!----><style type="text/css">html{font-size:375%}</style><link href="https://pics-app.cnyw.net/static/publish/css/style.css?v=20240712" rel="stylesheet" position="1" data-qf-origin="/static/publish/css/style.css?v=20240712"><!-- 付费贴--> <div class="preview_article "> <!----> <p>昏灯下的旧时光</p><p>油灯晃着暖黄，旧衣裳裹着家常，小老虎帽的指头正把“孔融让梨”点得发亮。玉米串在墙上听，老窗户漏进星子望，这昏昏的光里，把故事熬成了代代传的香。</p><p>这哪是读书呀，是把岁月缝进字里行间，让油灯、粗布都成了传承的桥。后来我们总在亮堂堂的屏幕前找知识，忘了这样的温热，看这幅景才想起，曾也这样被长辈抱着，让每一页、每一句，都成了记忆里晒不干的暖。</p><p class="qf_image big noneditable" contenteditable="false"><img src="https://pics-app.cnyw.net/forum/20250823071822front1_0_451696_Fhiftmlx-3SfTRUJu3T_Oa8OqE9w.jpg?watermark/1/image/aHR0cDovL3BpY3MtYXBwLmNueXcubmV0L18yMDE5MDQyNTA5MTYwMF81Y2MxMGE1MDc5ZjY2LnBuZw==/dissolve/100/gravity/SouthEast" alt="" width="1152" height="1536" data-qf-origin="forum/20250823071822front1_0_451696_Fhiftmlx-3SfTRUJu3T_Oa8OqE9w.jpg?watermark/1/image/aHR0cDovL3BpY3MtYXBwLmNueXcubmV0L18yMDE5MDQyNTA5MTYwMF81Y2MxMGE1MDc5ZjY2LnBuZw==/dissolve/100/gravity/SouthEast" data-qf-thumb="https://pics-app.cnyw.net/forum/20250823071822front1_0_451696_Fhiftmlx-3SfTRUJu3T_Oa8OqE9w.jpg?imageView2/2/w/1080|watermark/1/image/aHR0cDovL3BpY3MtYXBwLmNueXcubmV0L18yMDE5MDQyNTA5MTYwMF81Y2MxMGE1MDc5ZjY2LnBuZw==/dissolve/100/gravity/SouthEast" data-qf-thumb-origin="forum/20250823071822front1_0_451696_Fhiftmlx-3SfTRUJu3T_Oa8OqE9w.jpg?imageView2/2/w/1080|watermark/1/image/aHR0cDovL3BpY3MtYXBwLmNueXcubmV0L18yMDE5MDQyNTA5MTYwMF81Y2MxMGE1MDc5ZjY2LnBuZw==/dissolve/100/gravity/SouthEast" /></p><p> </p> <!----></div>
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