红红的蜡烛燃烧着,随着时间的推移,渐渐变短了。但是,它橘红色的火苗倔强地发着光,蓝色的焰心努力地向上蹿,似乎要尽最大的力量带来光明……一股敬佩之情在我心中油然而生。蜡烛照亮了别人,却燃烧了自己,这不就是老师无私奉献的真实写照吗?我的妈妈是一名老师。下班后,她总是拖着一身疲惫回到家。她疲倦的样子让我心疼。 The red candles burned and became shorter as time passed. However, its orange flame flames stubbornly, the blue flame of the heart hard to move up, seems to be the greatest power to bring light ... ... an admiration in my heart arises spontaneously. Is it a true reflection of the teacher’s selfless dedication that the candle illuminates others and burns itself? My mother is a teacher. After get off work, she always dragged a tired home. Her tired look makes me feel bad.