Adoler

At the intersection of flames, I saw the radiance of the Holy Spirit shining over thousands of miles of rivers and mountains through the blazing flames. I am willing to sign with flowers and write a long thank-you letter.
Sparkling flames
When I was a child, my grandparents and I lived in the countryside. There were trees everywhere, tall guardians, and small shrubs. In summer, cicadas would sing on the trees. At that time, the adults in the village always said, “Children should not play with fire. They will wet the bed when they sleep at night.” Can they really wet the bed?
When the moon cut open the black curtain and quietly appeared, I climbed onto my grandfather’s wooden table and placed the lighter in the most prominent place, easily obtaining it. That curiosity finally ignited a pure white tissue, and black smoke rushed into my nose, covering me all over. The flames in my pupils burned out my curiosity, and a huge panic caught me. The pure white paper turned into black memory.
Friend, perhaps you will ask, did I wet the bed that night?
I can no longer remember clearly, but from then on, there is a real fear of fire. The fear buried in the deep sea is as sharp as tens of thousands of blades. That little me wouldn’t know how terrifying danger lies hidden in the flickering flames.
What are little people thinking now?
My nine year old brother laughed at me and said, “Playing with fire is dangerous. Our teacher has already talked about it!”
That little red light
In high school, my home is far from school, and I feel tired every time I come back, but I always look forward to returning home in half a month. Next to the elevator in the hallway, the previously parked electric scooters are gone, and the tiles are polished to reveal a unique beauty.
When I got home, I collapsed on the sofa, wanting to take a nap first. The angle of falling down is a bit peculiar. On the horizontal plane, I saw two fire extinguishers. Two little guards, standing straight and unsmiling.
“Why do we have a fire extinguisher at home?”
Dad lying on the sofa stood up as if he had been electrocuted.
“This is firefighting work, every household has it, and there will be dedicated personnel coming to inspect it at home. Look at the alarm I installed, it’s very serious.” I followed his footsteps and saw a red alarm on the ceiling of the corridor. Following my fingers, I seemed to see that little red light.
It’s both a warning and a protection.
Mohe Dance Hall
That was an ordinary afternoon, with the same class as usual, no different. The only interesting thing is that in this classroom that can accommodate hundreds of people, the teacher played a song that was said to be popular but I have never heard of before – Mohe Dance Hall.
The Mohe Dance Hall tells a love story, and the flowers behind it wither and burn to ashes, engraved in history.
The teacher raised his Northeastern voice. I saw the person cooked in the water tank, without even having time to grimace; In the cellar, when burned to death, the shape is no longer visible; Choked to death by the poisonous gas, panic spread throughout his face.
The big fire that was blown up by the wind once again extinguished the life of the entire city and left a black mark on the lives of the people of Mohe. At the moment the firefighters in that big fire rushed into the sea of fire, my eyes were already moist.
The brave warriors sleeping on that land, guardians scattered throughout the country, I would like to write a long thank-you letter, signed with flowers, to be sent to you in the distance.