I want to into a candle, a burning candle of endless. I want to use the faint light lit up the world, one of the big light dreams, warm the million injured heart
Have you seen the child of the mountain? Have you seen the feeble broken-down clothes wrapped the skeleton of children into thin? That is the mountain in children, you may have seen the "big eyes" girl, the big with full eyes full of hopes and dreams. I want to into the candle, I want to light that dream, I want to let them on the wings of the ideal, happy in the sky fly
A girl left hand holding a corn chew, the right hand with a KaoGongShu. Crouching in the corner, when a reporter asked what she was doing, she happily say: "today is my birthday!" The face of the fatigue and pain was replaced laughter. This is not TV series, this is what happened to the story of the rural poor. I want to into a candle, I want to light up the birthday cake for her, for she sing that song "birthday song", I want her to stand in the dance, and not in the dark of the corner.
When white as snow flakes with the earth, "slums" in the United States, you can be seen everywhere a small black shadow curled up in the corner, amaranthine ginger like small claims shrink into harp concave shape, gently moan "the line do good," may be the day is too cold, cold people don't want to hand from the warm pocket will out, and he rushed from the shadow of the former walked. The shadow of that followed and shuddering. He pulled tight body thin clothes and retract a corner. I want to into a candle, I want to use my light and heat the thin body warm. "The little match girl" tragedy will only in fairy tale in tears.
I want to into the candle, the cold out, drive away the wind and snow, I tried to kindle the hope, inflames dreams, I light will shine to the sun does not shine on place.
The candle, although it is small a supplies, but it burning themselves, but lights others. The teacher and the often is not like this?
My Chinese teacher she has a ShuangZi eyes like grapes, high nose bridge, cherry, small mouth, a head of elegant hair and was extraordinarily gentle!
Why to say she is a candle? In reality it is this: that day, the teacher and the usual for our class, but her voice hoarse and gaunt face is betrayed by her. "Oh, the teacher keeps at a class!" The students deeply moved, the many to stand back and listen carefully, but I was always follow the teacher's cough and downs, and how much I want to turns into a cup of tea for the teacher: cool quench his thirst; How much I want to turns into a handkerchief to wipe the teacher sweat; How much I want to turns into a pill for the teacher cure! Although the class teacher voice hoarse, pale, but students listen is so serious, so careful, even common that several trick or treat love classmate and keep up discipline, because we know that the teacher is to give the corrects our homework, work day and night to get sick.
"Silkworm silk party do, LaJuChengHuiLeiShiGan death" isn't that what our teacher?
The teacher ah, I want to thank you, thank you for our work day and night, the teacher ah, I will praise you, you, like a spring silkworm, before changing to death silk party do, you, like wax torch, burns itself but lights others, you, like chalk, sacrifice his own but give us the knowledge, you like...
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