Candle's life is very dull, white and red, colorful, and her head is still tied with croissants. Life begins with the weaving of croissants. Gradually, the flame swallowed the croissant and began to melt the main body of the candle. Dropped wax beads solidified like a string of tears. The ancients described this indomitable spirit as "the silkworm died in spring, and the tears dried up at night". Yes!
The spirit of candles is not only the object of praise of the ancients, but also our example.
Therefore, the life of candle is brilliant, and it always provides light for people from birth to death. In today's era when electric lights enter thousands of households, the role of candles seems to have disappeared. Don't!
No. When the power goes out, candles still have their own uses. White candles like jade pillars send souls to the west, and red candles like agate welcome home. There are colorful birthday candles, symbolizing the beginning of another year, and each one is full of happy memories. Reading by candlelight makes me feel warm, and walking by candlelight makes me feel comfortable.
While praising candles, I can't help thinking of those teachers who are diligent and tireless in teaching and educating people. They are like candles, and the flame of time melts the teacher's youth. Teachers are the candles on students' journey, and they will always be the end of their victory, while teaching is the eternal candlelight that will always illuminate students' hearts.
Candles!
I praise you, illuminate others and burn your body!
Teacher!
I sing about you, teach my students and make myself old!
2. Tears are boiling; Burning is a rare life. Spend your life in gratitude and shine in the dark. Candles, how respectable and lovely!
Whenever there is a power failure, that thin candle becomes a bright messenger at home. In the dark night, only this little light brings us warmth and light. Wax oil rolled silently into the tray. It was shortened by another section. Knowing that death is near, he still burns standing.
No matter what color or shape they are, that name is always fresh in my memory. -Candle, this warm name, this beautiful name. They are always more attractive than desk lamps and fluorescent lamps. And this little candle is just put in the cupboard and taken out in case of emergency. However, under such insignificant conditions, it is still so hard and serious.
Dust can't hide its essence, and its spirit can't be forgotten when it dies. A slender candle, a burning flame and a holy heart are more valuable than anything else.
Is it only candles that have this spirit? No, it's not. Teachers are also a part of it.
Three-foot platform, gradually hoarse voice, back gradually bent. Chalk dust climbed into the hair, and the white hair was worrying. Dedicate their knowledge and everything. The three-foot platform, the former figure has always been inseparable. The voice is still ringing in my ears, and the knowledge has been accepted, but they continue to educate for the next generation. Don't they know that they are tired? No, it's because they have crystal souls and gold hearts.
Candles, shining life. Candles piled at the foot, it is not afraid; Wax oil drops, it ignores; It doesn't care if the fire burns to the end of life. Isn't this spirit admirable and moving?
I love you, candle! You light up the darkness and my heart!
One night, I was doing my homework in my room and my parents were surfing the Internet. Suddenly, the lights in the room flashed a few times, and unconsciously, the lights at home dimmed. Ah, the power is out.
It's dark at home and I can't see my fingers. I'm sitting alone in a dark room, a little scared. At this moment, a lamp appeared beside the door. It turns out that my mother brought me a lamp. Mother put the candle on my desk. Suddenly, the whole room was lit by candlelight, and I was at ease in doing my homework.
Finally, I finished my homework. Just as I was leaving the room, I was surprised to find that the candle was only half burned. I sat down again and stared at the candle, watching it burn bit by bit. At this time, I was moved by the spirit of candles. It burns itself, but it brings light to people. Although it has an ordinary appearance, it has a valuable spirit. At this moment, in my eyes, it is no longer an ordinary candle, but a great person, a selfless dedication. It is not for fame and fortune, nor has it ever thought about itself, but silently let its own fire light up the darkness. It can be said that it gave its life to mankind without reservation. This is the spirit of candles.
Suddenly, the lights at home came on again. The result is a strong call. However, the candles on the table have burned out and turned to ashes. Although the life of candle is short, it brings light to people during the power failure, and its life is meaningful. At this time, I remembered a proverb: "The silkworm in spring will weave until it dies, and the candle will cry the wick away every night."
Although candles are ordinary, they have a spirit of obscurity and selfless dedication. We should be a person with candle spirit and make our contribution to the society and the country!
At night, there was silence all around. After a hard day's work, people gradually fell asleep. I lit a candle. A gust of wind blew outside the window, and the beating flame flashed a few times, and the candle oil flowed down like a string of broken beads. I stopped what I was going to do and couldn't help staring at the candle, thinking of many, many things.
When the candle burns, wax oil drips, and the flame shines, consuming itself and silently giving people light until the last breath of life. What a noble dedication! A poet in the Tang Dynasty once wrote: "The silkworms in spring are spinning until they die, and the candles are crying dry every night."
Isn't this a tribute to the selfless dedication of candles?
This spirit can be seen everywhere in our time. Our beloved Premier Zhou made great contributions to the revolution during the war years. After liberation, he became prime minister and still served the people wholeheartedly. On one occasion, he reviewed the manuscript and worked all night, but asked others to rest.
Premier Zhou has little rest time and often works all night, so he is exhausted and ill to the last breath. Isn't his life like a burning candle
I looked affectionately at the candle that was getting shorter. It's white and shiny. I also think of the teachers who educated me and raised me, and passed on their knowledge to us without reservation for the education of the party and the growth of the next generation. Some of them go out early and return late, correcting homework until late at night; Some holidays do not rest, and make up lessons for students; Some people insist on attending classes when they are sick, and even faint in the classroom ... Isn't this gardener spirit like this candle that burns itself to illuminate others?
Candles are really synonymous with selfless dedication!
I am a little candle, lying quietly in the shop. A man bought me, and I came to the host's house, and the host put me behind the TV.
I don't know how many days later, the house was in complete darkness. At this moment, my master suddenly remembered me. I think it's my turn to show my talent now.
The host held me in one hand and a lighter in the other. The lighter ignited a blazing flame. "Oh, dear!" My whole body hurts like a fire, and I think to myself: Never mind, I will definitely hold on. Finally, my master set my hair on fire and made me cry. At this time, I thought of the doctors who saved lives, who accompanied the painful patients every day; Hard-working gardeners water the flowers with sweat, and they dedicate their youth to those in need. What am I doing? Thought of here, I hold back the pain and shine.
At this time, I found that my light lit up everything around me. The little master was studying hard by my side, and the little master's mother was busy doing housework. Their faces were all smiles. My light makes my elderly grandmother move freely at night, and my light makes the family harmonious and warm.
In this way, I gradually melted and became a wisp of smoke. Although I sacrificed, I don't feel inferior, because I can bring joy to people.
6. "Silkworms will weave until they die in spring. When candles turn to dust, tears begin to dry." I think everyone must be familiar with this famous ancient poem, which praises the spirit of candle obscurity and selfless dedication.
Candle, in the eyes of many people, is just an outdated lighting tool. However, who would have thought that candles gave their lives to illuminate us? Whenever there is a power failure, people will think of that humble little candle and use it for lighting. At this time, candles will always fall like ruby tears, which is what we often call wax tears. Whenever I see such a scene, I will think of it.
Teachers are engineers of the human soul. The teacher is so great, giving us so much knowledge and working hard, but he doesn't complain at all. They ask for nothing in return, but a bright desk lamp and a simple desk, on which they will correct our homework and write lesson plans. It is such a condition that the teacher doesn't know how many pillars of the country have been cultivated, but only learned chalk dust that is harmful to health. Some people compare teachers to hard-working gardeners. We have cultivated the flowers of our motherland. However, I think it is more appropriate to use candles as a metaphor for teachers. The teacher gave us all the knowledge, but ruined himself. Glittering wax tears are the sweat shed by teachers when they see that we have become the pillars of the country. Without teachers, where does our knowledge come from?
And those farmers, they also have such a candle spirit. They sweat like rain in the hot sun, braving the wind and rain, just to cultivate crops, provide us with vegetables and fruits, and let us live a well-fed life. In summer, they weed under the scorching sun; In winter, they endured the cold wind and snow and set up sheds for crops. In such a harsh environment, they can persist. These labors of "working at sunrise and resting at sunset" finally brought a bumper harvest that surprised Xin. They just want to eat and live a well-fed life. Nothing else is needed, so they provide us with food. This spirit of obscurity and selfless dedication is the candle spirit.
Candles are ordinary, but their spirit is precious. People with candle spirit will always be worthy of our respect.
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Tears are boiling; Burning is a rare life. Spend your life in gratitude and shine in the dark. Candles, how respectable and lovely!
Whenever there is a power failure, that thin candle becomes a bright messenger at home. In the dark night, only this little light brings us warmth and light. Wax oil rolled silently into the tray. It was shortened by another section. Knowing that death is near, he still burns standing.
No matter what color or shape they are, that name is always fresh in my memory. -Candle, this warm name, this beautiful name. They are always more attractive than desk lamps and fluorescent lamps. And this little candle is just put in the cupboard and taken out in case of emergency. However, under such insignificant conditions, it is still so hard and serious.
Dust can't hide its essence, and its spirit can't be forgotten when it dies. A slender candle, a burning flame and a holy heart are more valuable than anything else.
Is it only candles that have this spirit? No, it's not. Teachers are also a part of it.
Three-foot platform, gradually hoarse voice, back gradually bent. Chalk dust climbed into the hair, and the white hair was worrying. Dedicate their knowledge and everything. The three-foot platform, the former figure has always been inseparable. The voice is still ringing in my ears, and the knowledge has been accepted, but they continue to educate for the next generation. Don't they know that they are tired? No, it's because they have crystal souls and gold hearts.
Candles, shining life. Candles piled at the foot, it is not afraid; Wax oil drops, it ignores; It doesn't care if the fire burns to the end of life. Isn't this spirit admirable and moving?
I love you, candle! You light up the darkness and my heart!