夜晚，遥远的天幕嵌着几颗寒星，给停电的屋里增添一份光亮。美丽的白蜡烛流着泪，静静地托起一朵温暖活泼的小火苗。我望着它，它也望着我。它似乎消融成一泓清泉，脉脉地诉说着什么。纵然我不懂它的言语，但我知道它心底有爱在燃烧。它静静地燃烧着这份爱给这世界一点温暖。 Night, the distant sky is embedded in a few cold stars, add a bright light to the power outage in the house. Beautiful white candles shed tears, quietly hold up a warm and lively small flame. I looked at it, it looked at me too. It seems to melt into a clear Qingquan, pulse to tell what. Even though I do not understand its words, but I know it’s heart love burning. It quietly burns this love to give this world a little warmth.