candle

Night, quietly, only heard the friction between the wind and the leaves outside the window. Lying on the bed, I turned to the side, for a time, I really want to see the candles that my classmates sent me. Then, a faint tremble shivered, swaying, lighting up the room and lighting up the heart.

The candlelight shook in front of her eyes and twisted her soft body. I looked at her with my eyes closed, and it seemed to redden my face, and my heart warmed up unconsciously. I made a gesture by hand, through the faint light, the shadow cast on the wall, the wall was full of vitality, and its spring came early. I cheered and cheered for the candlelight getting brighter and brighter; I was proud and proud of having the light in this darkness. And why don't I cheer for this little candle, proud? Because soon after, she stepped into the door of life and death.

Why did the little candle speed up burning its own life? At that time, I was cheering, she was to let me have more fun. Yes, it must be like this, and I am indeed very selfish. At that time, the outdoors was suffering from the chill of the cold wind: the flower held tightly with the only remaining fragrance, but it was still blown away by the cold wind, but it could not blow the tears of the flowers; the mother tried to cover the trees. In the cold wind, the body was marked with a crack and green blood. Finally, the hand holding the small tree fell with tears, and the cry of the small tree echoed in the air for a long time. The cold wind did not let the little ants let go, and drilled into each thread, in the hole. Indulge in the fun of “big troubles”, and everything that ants have paid and everything they get is destroyed. Did the little candle witness it all? Does she want to use that little body to resist the cold wind? Does she want to use more light to illuminate the world and to influence the cold wind? Yes, it must be like this. Gently touch her remnant after her death - wax oil, she will still give a silent dedication after death, and humans...

Human beings, like the cold wind, kill everything, use whatever means, and only aim for money or little happiness. Human beings, who claim to be the most advanced animals, are they the same? In the killing, push yourself to death and wait for the call of death. Maybe one day, when I lose everything, I will pass through God and regret it. I have to know that time will not go backwards, and there is no regret in the world. Just like me, I know how to cherish when I lose.

Humans, wake up, watch the faint light beckoning to us, we are going to pass, use our hands to create a candle that will never die, let the light last forever in the heart, so that the candle will light up...