一盏一盏亮起来

After the blackout, the old street suddenly has only rain sounds and human voices left.

The grocery store owner takes out battery lamps and places them at the doorway one by one.

The tea shop next door lights small lamps too, and the whole street slowly takes shape.

The children notify shopkeepers one by one not to keep opening the refrigerators.

Rain drips from the eaves, but no one is in a hurry to go home.

They arrange chairs into a small circle one by one, waiting for an elder to talk about old blackouts.

Finally, the shoe repair shop at the end of the street brings out a very old kerosene lamp.

The lamplight spreads circle by circle, and even under the darkest sign becomes visible.

When the power returns, everyone does not turn off the lamps right away; they thank them one by one.