I appreciate ordinary candles. Compared with exquisite electric lights, it may not be beautiful, but compared with exquisite electric lights, it is particularly ordinary.
I appreciate the dimness of candles. When there is no power, or when people need it, it willingly contributes to people. It burns itself and illuminates us. Although its light is very weak, it contributed that light to people without regrets until its death.
Teachers like "silkworms in spring must spin until they die" and "candles will drain the wick every night" as simple as this candle. They are not as famous at home and abroad as famous scientists, nor as eye-catching as movie stars. They are ordinary and ordinary, but they shoulder the heavy responsibility of cultivating the next generation. How many quiet late nights, the teacher took pains to prepare lessons and correct homework. Aren't our books and the comments on them all marked with red tick, which embodies the teacher's painstaking efforts? Teachers send groups of students to various jobs, but in the process of cultivating students, they burn themselves like candles.
Isn't the spirit of silent dedication of candles exactly what teachers have?
I praise candles, and I also praise teachers who have the quality of candles!