Adoler

I am a flame, wandering in the jungle, streams, and hills, free and unrestrained. Perhaps, I come from the lightning and thunder of a certain night, from a spark at night that nobody knows or cares about.
I am waiting for an opportunity, for a dry and dry weather, for an opportunity called “carelessness”. I want to start a prairie fire, I don’t want to be underestimated by the world; I want to turn this forest into a “bright” purgatory, and I don’t want to be entangled in every “dark” tree shadow every day.
Finally, on a familiar afternoon, the climate was hot and dry, and everything was empty. A group of lumberjacks stepped into the forest, tearing apart the silence of the earth with the roar of chainsaws. With this heart wrenching roar, one by one coiled ancient trees fell to the ground, leaving green moss spreading endlessly.
Amidst this remnants of green and green, there are blue and black figures who are full of energy and eager to explore their own wealth territory. Blue and black, unbridled; Green and breathtaking. They chatted and laughed amidst the smoke; They remain silent in the smoke.
Little did I know that the fireworks from the cigarette butts were the fireworks at the beginning of the play, and I seized the opportunity to express my sincerest gratitude. When the cigarette butt landed, I attached myself to it and began my performance: without the green barriers, the red flames spread like a nightmare, crossing the crisscrossing ridges of ravines and moving forward like any place to stop, with a fierce momentum, like a prairie fire. At this moment, accompanied by people’s cries and the beneficial mountain breeze, I am no longer lonely and free to do as I please. My body has turned into a huge shadow.
However, at this moment, I saw a group of orange figures in the firelight – they, carrying heavy cannons like water guns, approaching me against the crowd. The white water splashes hit my massive body heavily, and they also collided with my body with flesh and blood. This immense force seemed to tear me apart, but fortunately, with the help of the mountain wind, it engulfed this group of “retrograde oranges” in the hazy flames.
But what scares me is that this “retrograde orange” is not just sporadic fireworks. They are united, firm, and fearless of life and death, blocking my path forward one after another. Even though I kept gathering the flames time and time again, they kept putting them out with all their might, flying moths like moths to complete their mission.
I started to panic, being impressed by the orange force and even more shocked by their unwavering determination. This is an experience I have never had before. I want to say, there is a kind of courage called mission, and there is a kind of loneliness called hero.
Gradually, I immersed myself in this bright orange. At dawn, with darkness above and below, we became the most moving and bright colors in the world – a paradise called “light”.
Later, I got a name – China Fire Protection. I am no longer lonely, because I am the flame of justice, the most beautiful color in this world.