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有一种东西,不像台灯那样傲然立于书桌上,显示着自己的存在;也不像壁画那样高高挂在墙上,炫耀自己的华丽;更不像书本那样整天陪伴在主人身边,显示自己的重要。她,就是蜡烛。在漫漫的长夜里,有人盼望温暖的阳光,有人喜欢皎洁的月光,也有人迷恋迷人的灯光。而我,却常常想起那普普通通的烛光,它能给人一种温暖的感觉,常常使我深深地思考。当电灯亮起时,你就躲在属于自己的小角落里,甚至常常被遗忘。当人们需要你时,你毫不犹豫地挺身而出,燃烧着,闪烁着,丝毫不计较被冷漠的委屈。
There is a thing that does not stand proudly like a lamp on a desk and shows its own existence. It is not as tall as a mural hanging on the wall to show off its gorgeousness. It does not accompany the master all the time Their own importance. She is a candle. In the long night, some people look forward to the warm sunshine, some like the moonlight, some people are fascinated by the charming lights. And I, I often think of that ordinary candlelight, it gives a warm feeling, often make me think deeply. When the lights come on, you hid in your own little corner, often forgotten. When people need you, you do not hesitate to come forward, burning, flashing, did not care about being cold grievances.