Candle in the window, snow outside the window

It was late at night, but there was no light in the buildings. Soon, the dim light was lit up in the window, and there was a heavy snow outside the window.

It was a white night, people were ready to sleep, and in the footsteps of their coming and going, I heard a conversation between the candle in the window and the snow outside the window, and the amaryllis flower that was blooming. .

The candle in the window was quietly dripping with tears.

The snow outside the window danced quietly.

The amaryllis outside the window is also quietly blowing in the wind.

Suddenly, the candle was not willing to watch as his body was melted bit by bit. First, he opened his mouth: "Hey, how is my "candle" so miserable? It can only be melted by the flame a little. I am not willing to help!"

The snowflake and the peony outside the window looked at it, and it looked incredulous. Snow said: "What is it, the big brother of the candle? I walked several times in the sky and underground, and I personally witnessed a human being writing for you. The article is to praise how unselfish you are, to sacrifice yourself for the light of others, how great it is! What will happen to you at this time?" The amaryllis also echoed and said: "Yes, yes, Brother, why don't you do it? I often hear people in the house reciting the essays of your candles!"

The candle sighed and said, "Hey, don't mention it. I also heard the composition of me and my people in these two days. These are not the same as my reality. What is selfless? I don’t have a relationship with half a dime, I just want to live longer."

Snowflake began to persuade: "Candle brother, this is what you are wrong, anything can not escape the chasing of time, even if time does not catch up with you, everything in the space is like a storage room, keeping you in time In the arms. If there is no such contribution, it will be spent on the time. It is better to make more contributions to the society! Anyway, it is impossible to survive, and there will be a day when life will die. It is better to choose a more meaningful way!"

After listening to the words of the snowflake, the garlic garlic nodded and the candle fell into meditation. He thought: Yes, my life can't be flat and there is no value. Even a small snowflake can be turned into a snowy water to moisten everything in the spring, so why can't I do something for humans? ?

When he wants to finish, he smiles and says to his own snowflake and pebbles in the window. "Thank you, let me know how long my true value is not living, but how much contribution I have made to others!" After that, he couldn't help but shed two lines of tears, and understood the true meaning of life for himself. He also shed for his two good friends.

Snowflake will smile and think, his friend has already understood, will not complain again, then by the power of the wind, came to the side of the stone garlic, looking at her bright red petals, whispered: "嘻嘻It’s so good, there is another aspiring candle and a philosophical flower in the world!” Shijiao listened, looked at the snow with a slightly reproachful look like a mother, saying: “Little naughty Ghost!" Snowflake spit out his tongue and stopped talking.

After listening to this conversation, I thought: Inside the window, outside the window, there is only one window, why is it different in character? Is it because of the window that suppresses the atmosphere inside the house? If not, why are the snowflakes and pebbles outside the window more open than the candles? Why is the candle so sad? Thinking about it, I thought of myself, isn’t she the same? Teachers, classmates and even parents feel that I am a well-behaved, not angry, lively and cheerful person. But only a few of my buddies know that in front of everyone, they are a lively, not angry prostitute, but in the window, I will become a temperate big pepper that keeps my heart, and it is not stable. A calm person. Maybe, there are people who are always happy in front of everyone like me, but I believe that they are just like me, and there is always a place where there are few people, even no one. There, the deepest memories and secrets are hidden.

Inside the window, outside the window, the window is a barrier to the soul. Breaking through, everything is gone, and the sky is wide; no breakthrough, just like the flowers in the fog are fascinating, but they can never grasp the true meaning of things.

The candle in the window, the snow outside the window, looks far, but close; although close, it is never possible. But they can understand each other's deepest, and we can never. Cherish the present, look forward to the future, we can meet in the big world, it is the fate, maybe it will go back and forth, the most cherished is this memory.

The first day: the flowers fall sjy