Speaking of table lamps, I am reminded of the Stained Glass Bedside Lamps at home.

Unlike ordinary table lamps, the antique brass base, lampshade like a blooming flower, red and bright, at night, it is proud to hold its head high and shed a soft light, once the day is not used to meekly bow its head, like a general who has been left out; the most conspicuous than the "flower"! The bright crystal, emitting a blinding light, the room is illuminated open and bright.It stands at the head of the bed, very striking. It works silently, quietly illuminating everything in the house; the switch is pressed and pressed, turned on and off. The time is like an arrow, the days and months are passing by, the vicissitudes of the years have not worn out its beautiful luster, nor has it worn out its will, it is still doing its duty to come forward when it is needed, radiating light.

Looking at the Stained Glass Bedside Lamps, I couldn't help but think of my grandmother, who was much like the lamp! Every day, she was exhausted from her chores and her shirt was soaked with sweat, but she never complained of any pain or tiredness! However, she still worked for us without any regret. The head of white hair mixed with black hair, countless wrinkles creeping up her brow, rough hands, hard as a drum skin, once pure bright voice, when it became hoarse ....

Remember, every time we came home, grandma was always especially happy, especially happy ......... she washed our laundry, washing dishes; folded our quilts, cover quilts. The hardworking grandmother, in the absence of our days, she will be like the lamp has what kind of loneliness? What kind of loneliness?

Grandma is like the Stained Glass Bedside Lamps, silently contributing to all of us, giving everything she has, doing her duty, working hard and without regret.

I love this Stained Glass Bedside Lamps, and I love my grandmother even more.