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The scented candle, the flickering light of life. scented candles piled up at its feet, it does not fear; wax oil dripping down to, it does not care; fire burning to the end of life, it does not care. How can this spirit not make people admire, not make people moved?
What is shed is a hot tear; what is burned is a rare life. Spend your life in gratitude, in the darkness of the light. The scented candle, how lovely it is!
No matter what their color or shape, that name is always fresh in my mind. --scented candles, this warm name, this beautiful name. And yet, in this insignificant condition, it still works so hard, so earnestly.
Dust can't cover its nature, and it can't forget its spirit when it passes away. Each slender scented candle, a group of burning flames, a holy heart, it is more valuable than anything.
The thin cup of scented candle becomes the light messenger in the home. In the dark night, only this little light brings warmth and light to us. The wax oil rolled down silently and onto the tray. It was shortened again. Knowing that the time of death was approaching, it stood upright and burned.