Give yourself a light

Give yourself a light

We will always be lost in the darkness, and we will lose our way in the darkness. We need a light. We always say this, think like this. However, this lamp is hard to find, but even if it is won, it is sometimes bright, sometimes dim, sometimes flickering.

I want to light a light that never goes out, and I won't be lost in the dark. But I don't know where this light came from? Its wick, what is its lamp oil made of? I thought deeply and fumbled.

I think, I might have found a complete light. I looked at the lamp and saw that its bronze-colored shell was tough, and it was engraved with a small line of words, "Never give up." I exclaimed, this is my motto and my spiritual pillar. The light was so large that it was seen in the dark space. It burned the lamp oil and made a "beep" sound, which rang through the ear. Gazing at the lamp oil, I actually saw the teacher's face, the background of the parents, the smile of the friend. I was stunned and suddenly returned to my eyes, staring straight at the wick. I saw my own figure. In the daytime, I seem to understand that I can't go back to God when I sit on the floor.

I was struggling to find the lamp, but I forgot the purpose of the lamp. When I found this lamp, I was silently admiring and playing. The purpose of the lamp is to burn and release the light, but I use it as a craft. I think that there is nothing more foolish in the world than me. It turned out that the lamp that kept me from being lost in the darkness was the support and dedication of all around me. It was my own spiritual will. It was the burning of others and the darkness of my light.

I used to look for the lamp that had been smashed for a while, but it was always in my heart, wasn't it? It’s just that I didn’t find it, lit it, even if the people around me silently supported me, but as a wick, if it’s wet, the light can’t be lit. I once thought about why the lamp could not be lit. I stubbornly thought that the lamp oil was inferior. I stubbornly thought that the lamp was damaged. I never thought that I was not qualified to burn as a wick.

When I finally understood the necessary conditions for the burning of the lamp, I wanted to light it and burn myself. However, I always lack a courage. I am afraid that when the oil is running out, I am afraid that when I am burning, I am afraid of burning. Without the lamp, I can only find the road in the dark, but I can't get out of it. I can't kill the air, I can't escape the shadow, I can't get out of the darkness.

When the dream woke up and my heart was released, I finally realized this light. I smiled and lit the lamp and looked at the fire of the stars. I couldn't help but feel that it was too late, too late, so that the lamp oil had been oxidized by the air. But at the same time, I am also fortunate that it can still light up, although it is only the fire of the stars, but I believe that the fire of the stars can be punished. I silently made the wick of the lamp. I silently made a "beep" sound. I silently searched for the road of light in the darkness until the light went out, the fire went out, and the darkness disappeared.

Give yourself a glimpse of the lamp that belongs to you. How difficult it is, and how exciting it is, and you will know this feeling at this time.