I really like lighting candles at home. Slight candlelight lit up the room, just like a fairy tale world.
I sat at the table and watched the candle burn bit by bit. It burns itself without regrets. This selfless dedication, regardless of the return of the spirit, very much like our teacher!
Watching the candle's body get smaller, its life will be over. Is the falling ruby wax water its tearful smile? In the last dusk, it is so brilliant, so selfless, so beautiful!
It uses limited life to transform into infinite power to illuminate us. Just like our teacher. The teacher taught us all the knowledge, educated countless students, and put them on the road to success.
The candle went out. Household appliances continue to operate normally, and candles are slowly forgotten by people. But the spirit of candles and the knowledge taught by teachers will never be forgotten!
"Silkworms will weave until they die in spring, and candles will drain the wick every night." This eternal famous sentence is a compliment to candles, isn't it also a portrayal of teachers?