In a small town in Denmark, there was an old street lamp. It had stood on this street corner for many, many years. Its somewhat rusty pole and dim yellow light had become a unique landscape in the town. This old street lamp was very faithful. Whether it was windy or rainy, cold winter or hot summer, it always stuck to its post, lighting up the way forward for every passer - by.
Children would play around it during the day, and the elderly would tell stories of the past under its light. The street lamp was like a silent guardian, witnessing the joys and sorrows of the town and the passage of time.
One day, an electrician in the town came to inspect the street lamp. He frowned as he looked at this old street lamp and shook his head. He said to the people around, "This street lamp is too old. The light bulb is dim, and it often breaks down. Maybe it's time to replace it with a new one." The old street lamp was a little sad when it heard these words. Although it was old, how much it loved this post and this town!
It remembered those nights when the late - returning travelers found their way home under its light; it remembered those lovers who shared their secrets under its light; it remembered countless moments when it illuminated. It didn't want to leave. It wanted to keep guarding this town.
An old man seemed to notice the street lamp's sadness. He walked up to the street lamp and gently patted its pole, as if comforting an old friend. The old man said, "Old fellow, you've done a great job. You've dedicated so much to this town. Even if there is a new street lamp to replace you, your light will always be in our hearts." The street lamp seemed to understand the old man's words, and its light seemed to flicker once, as if expressing gratitude.
After that, a new street lamp was installed. The new street lamp was very bright and had a modern design. But the people in the town did not forget the old street lamp. They carefully moved the old street lamp to the small square in the town and made it a memorial.
Children would often run to the square and tell the old street lamp new stories. Although the old street lamp no longer lit up the street, its position in people's hearts was still important. It still silently guarded the town's memories. Its dim yellow light seemed to become an eternal warmth, remaining in the hearts of the town's residents forever.
