记得我上一年级的一个深秋的傍晚，我随妈妈走在回家的路上，周围一片黑暗。妈妈从包里拿出手电筒，照亮了路。我在前面跑，还不时望一望后面。我发现光一直跟着我，感到奇怪，便问：“妈妈，为什么光老跟着我呀？”“傻孩子，这光喜欢跟小孩走。”“哦———”我恍然大悟，一 I remember a late autumn in the first grade, I walked with my mother on the way home, surrounded by darkness. Mother pulled out a flashlight from the bag and lit up the road. I ran in front, but also look back from time to time. I found the light has followed me, I was surprised, then asked: “Mom, why light followed me?” “Silly boy, this light like to go with children.” “Oh ---” I suddenly realized, a