烛焰伴着风左右摆动,时高时低,它也没了起初的轻柔,倒像是一个与风顽强抵抗的战士,不让自己的光亮熄灭在黑暗里。我房间的书桌左上角放着一支蜡烛,它大概只有五六厘米那么长,是一支烧了一半的白色蜡烛。在每个停电的夜晚,我都会点燃 The candle flame swings around with the wind, high and low, it is not the beginning of the gentle, it seems like a fierce resistance against the warrior, do not let their light out in the darkness. There was a candle in the upper left corner of my desk. It was only about five or six centimeters long, a half-burned white candle. On each blackout night, I light