Essay on the metaphor of things The best thing to think of is a candle

There are many wonders in the world, some people like the delicate flowers, and some people like the tenacious grass. But I like the ordinary grass, because in my heart it is ordinary and great.

Candles, he has a long body, has white, red, colored colors. The white ones are like crystal clear pillars; Red like red agate; Colorful like a girl falling from the sky wearing colorful clothes. When burning, the little flame of the candle sways with the wind, which is very beautiful.

Candle tears also flowed down the long body of the candle, like a crystal gem, after condensation, like a pine and cypress that has experienced vicissitudes. Moreover, now that people have electric lights, they have been forgotten in a certain corner, and only when the power goes out, people will know that there is such a thing as a candle, and then they will find him. However, the candle did not complain at all, and gave its light and heat as before.

He doesn't ask for anything in return, isn't his spirit of selfless dedication worthy of our praise?

If the candle of selfless dedication can be praised, then the gardener, the teacher, who is like the candle, should not be praised? The teacher nurtured batch after batch of flowers of the motherland. The teacher gets up early every day and is greedy for darkness, always "eating" chalk ash at school, and the teacher is relieved until the students he teaches are admitted to a good school.

Then, when there was another group of flowers of the motherland and watching their students succeed, the teacher retired and lived on a meager retirement salary. By this time, people had long forgotten about her, but they had no regrets. "The spring silkworm is dead to the end, and the wax torch is crying and tears are beginning to dry.

Isn't that a portrayal of the teacher? What a great teacher!

I like candles of selfless dedication, and I prefer people's teachers who are as amiable and respectable as candles!

Some liken teachers to diligent gardeners who take good care of us so that we can thrive; Some people say that teachers are our mentors on the journey of learning, and they are the ones who lead us to the other side of success; It is also said that a teacher is like a machine that never stops working; But I would say that the teacher is like a candle. "The spring silkworm is dead to the end, and the wax torch turns to ash and tears begin to dry" This sentence could not be more appropriate for the teacher. The teacher imparts knowledge to us in obscurity and takes us to swim in the ocean of knowledge.

Teachers are great, we should thank our teachers, they work hard, they are willing to serve others, what do they live their lives for? In order to cultivate more high-quality talents for the country, the teachers are an inconspicuous candle, a candle that is silently dedicated at a critical moment, they sacrifice their precious youth, but they have cultivated batches of pillars for the country.

Teachers are selfless, and they deserve all praise. We should be grateful to our good teachers.

My teacher was like a candle that burned itself to illuminate us.

The candle burns itself and brings light to others.

Candle spring silkworm ant, that's okay, dear.

You can write that the teacher is a candle,

An ordinary.

The cylinder, dressed in red, has an "antenna" on its head, which is the candle.

Candles are a very common item, I'm sure everyone has seen candles! It's very cheap and it's available all over the world. You must be surprised to see this, candles are so common, why should I go to such lengths to introduce them?

It is true that candles are ordinary, but I am deeply attracted by the spirit of silently giving to others. It illuminates itself, illuminates others, and does not ask for anything in return. Thinking of this, I can't help but think of the cultivators of the flowers of the motherland, the pillars of the pillars of the motherland, and the teachers who have paid silently for us.

Every day, the teacher comes back to school early to teach us the principles of life and impart a wealth of knowledge. Everyone says that the teacher is a gardener, a guiding light in the vast sea of people. But I would say that the teacher is a candle.

A teacher for one day, a father for life. "The teacher has cultivated the flowers of our motherland with hard work and sweat, so that we have become contributors to the motherland, and we have never been selfish to ourselves and do not ask for anything in return. If there is no teacher in your life, just like there is no candle in the event of a power outage, your life will fall into darkness.

At this time, I remembered an ancient poem I memorized last semester: The spring silkworm is dead to the end, and the wax torch turns to ash and tears begin to dry. This sentence could not be more suitable for teachers.

The teacher still insists on attending classes until his gray hair is gray, like a candle, sacrificing himself to illuminate others.

Candles, it's so ordinary, and it's so great. In the future, I will also be like a candle, silently pay for the society, selfless dedication!

What is a candle? Candle is a small grain of sand in people's lives, and candles are an ordinary and great force. Candles that are lit in the dark and extinguished in the light seem too insignificant. But I want to sing a hymn to the selfless candle.

The life of the candle is very plain, white, red, colorful, with a pigtail on its head. Life begins with a pigtail. Gradually, the flames engulfed the pigtails and began to melt the body of the candle.

The dripping wax beads are like strings of tears, solidified. The ancients used "the spring silkworm to the end of the dead silk, the wax torch to ashes and tears to dry" to describe the unswerving spirit. Oh, yes!

The spirit of the candle is not only an object of praise for the ancients, but also an example for us.

Therefore, the life of the candle is brilliant, from birth to death, it always dedicates light to people. In today's era when electric lights have entered thousands of households, the role of candles seems to have disappeared. No!

No. In the event of a power outage, candles still have their own purpose, the jade-like white candle sends the soul to the west, and the agate-like red candle welcomes the newborn family. There are also colorful birthday candles, symbolizing the beginning of another year, each one full of happy commemoration.

Reading in the light of a candle makes you feel warm, and walking in the light of a candle makes you feel comfortable.

While praising the candles, I can't help but think of the teacher who worked tirelessly to teach people. They are like candles, the flame of time melts the teacher's youth. The teacher is the candle in the student's journey, always the end of the student's victory, and the teaching is the inextinguishable candlelight, which always illuminates the student's heart.

Candles! I praise you, illuminate others, burn the body!

One day I was doing my homework at home, and suddenly, the power went out. I thought to myself: End.

When it's over, I still have a lot of homework to do! Tomorrow the teacher will definitely criticize me, and then I will be seen by the teacher as a bad boy who didn't finish my homework. This damn power outage, morning and night, but at this time, hey, it's unlucky!

My mother said to me, "Dandan, don't worry! Mom went to find out if there were any candles.

My mother rummaged left and right, and finally found a candle that was seven or eight centimeters covered in dust, and I asked my mother, "Can this be lit?" Mom affirmed

Absolutely! "My mother lit a candle with a lighter, and I was so happy. Busy with the dim light of the candles, I finally finished my homework.

Looking at the candles getting shorter and shorter, I can't help but think of the urban beautifier who "beautifies" the city every day - the cleaner.

Oh, yes! You see, the cleaning workers get up early every day to clean the city and contribute to the cleaning of the city, and the spirit of sacrificing themselves and dedicating others is not exactly the same as candles?

The spirit of sacrificing oneself and giving others of candles and cleaners is worth learning from!

Essay on the description of candles Shed are hot tears Burning is rare life. Spend your life in gratitude and shine in the darkness. Candles, how adorable and lovely it is, whenever the power goes out, that thin candle becomes a messenger of light in the home.

In the dark night, only this little light brings us warmth and light. The wax rolls down silently and rolls down into the tray. It's a little shorter.

I knew that death was near, but it was still standing tall and burning. No matter what color they are, what shape they shape, that name is always fresh in my mind. - Candles, this warm name, this beautiful name.

Compared to table lamps and fluorescent lamps, they are always more lovely. And this little candle is just being kept in a cupboard, taken out if necessary. And yet, in this insignificant condition, it is still so hard, so serious.

Dust can't cover its temperament, and it can't forget its spirit when it's gone. The slender candles, the flames that burn, the holy hearts, it is more precious than anything else. Is it just the candle that has this spirit and is not not.

Teachers are also part of this. The three-foot podium, the voice gradually hoarse, the back more and more curved. Chalk ash climbed up the hair, and the strands of gray hair were heart-wrenching.

Dedication of knowledge and dedication of all that they can. The three-foot podium has never left the figures of the past. The voice is still echoing in the ears Knowledge has been received And they continue to educate for the sake of the next generation They don't know tired No, it's because they have crystalline souls and hearts of gold.

Candle The life that flickers with light. The candles are piled up at the foot of the house, it is not afraid, the wax is dripping, it ignores it, the fire burns to the end of its life, and it does not care. This spirit is not admirable, not moving, I love you, the candle, you have lit the darkness, and you have lit my heart