Candlelight

The flame on the candle trembled and quivered, and the wind outside, howling like a newborn ghost, wailed, shrill and shrill, and made it tremble with fear, and with it the shadow that fell upon the square wooden table.

The square table was not large, and time had worn away its outer shell to reveal the brown wooden blocks inside. The cold damp air had caught on them and scratched out a few strange fine lines, which stood out clearly under the candle fire.

The night seemed deeper. The torrential rain swept in with Poseidon's power, as if in no man's land. Old and flimsy glass window, was soaked more and more cold, but still indomitable guard the final bottom line, for the life behind it, built an indestructible wall.

Wind and rain at night, flowers fall to know how much. "I whispered. The sound of the wind, the rain, the sound of reading. But is the midsummer season, a typhoon with the passage of the rainstorm, but the wind and rain is too prosperous, a lack of worrying power outage, why should I be afraid of?

I tried to borrow some courage from the great against the fear of the unknown. The sight has no place to put, the empty ground to cast to the window, the gauze of the night fetters people's eyes, no matter how to look forward to, only see is still dark.

Suddenly, there seemed to be something happening in the distance. There was a faint noise. It was indistinct in the harsh wind, but the deep darkness obscured everything.

Will there be a foreign army burst into the intention of this deep mountain village to a big sweep?

I laughed at myself, somewhat relieved by the surprise of my imagination. At this time, I used to be lying in bed checking my weibo, but now I have a battery, let alone a battery, and as things stand, the signal is so bad I can't even make a call.

After finishing the homework, I looked at the burning candles and wondered whether I could survive the night. It is impossible to say that we are not at all afraid of such weather. I don't think I'll be able to sleep, but I'll probably be more scared if the candle burns out before daybreak.

I walked out the door with my flashlight in my hand, intending to go to the bathroom. There was a big pool of water in the corridor, and when I stepped on it, my feet got half wet. The rain continued to pound on every inch of the ground, more than twice as loud as it had been in the house. The darkness of the night so that vision blocked, hearing is particularly keen up. Dimly, I thought I heard a noise below.

I was a little nervous, and suddenly I remembered a passage in The Star Olympus, in which Zeus and Hermes disguised themselves as beggars and went to human homes at night to ask for food, so as to test the kindness of human beings. I felt uneasy. If strangers really came, would I put them up?

Instead of strangers, however, came a dozen or so radish heads who were as familiar as they could be.

Stunned, I asked, "What are you doing here?"

Standing in the front of the boy rubbed his hands, a pair of black eyes wide open, seems to be included in the stars, not to say the flashlight that weak light, is Zeus personally, than his dazzling. "Teacher, blackout is very black, we are afraid you are afraid."

The school has only one building, isolated in a mountain depression, jointly run by three villages, and built at the junction of the three villages. Because they were at the junction, they were actually not close to any village, and I couldn't imagine how these little guys could have made their way through the muddy and winding sheep's intestines on such a dark night, in such a gale and rainstorm.

I am not a good teacher, lack of patience, can afford to call them a "teacher", but can not afford to come to them late at night, the way of this "worry".

There was water in the wind, and my face was damp. I felt my face was wet. It should be rain.

Teacher Sixiu once asked us, do you think ability is more important or morality is more important in the society?

My answer has always been that ability is more important, because if you don't have the ability to do things well, how can you survive in society? Competent people, where will be welcome, as for morality, then stupid students also know hypocrisy, learned to use beautiful words to cover up complicated desires.

Behind the house there is the sound of rushing water, is thinking about how to place these children I can not help leng Leng, to know, behind this house is a large field, how can there be the sound of running water?

My first thought was a flood, but if it had been a flood, it would have destroyed the school a long time ago. I suddenly remembered that the men who had been digging in front of me the other day could only explain that they had diverted the water to the fields behind them in anticipation of a storm. This flood, I'm afraid most of the harvest is lost.

I carefully wiped the corners of my eyes. A man of ability may shine everywhere, but a man of morality is a real man.

The next morning I put away the half of the candle that was left under the table, roused the little boy who was sleeping beside me, and went out into the corridor, knocking on the door from room to room, calling vigorously, "Lazy fellows, it's time for class."