在那黑暗的屋子里,摇曳着一丝丝烛光,六根小小的蜡烛,点燃了黑暗中的希望。那是一个夜晚,我们一家在山上的姑妈家吃晚餐。山里的夜格外宁静、幽暗,我们谈笑风生,很愉快。聊着聊着,“啪”的一声,姑妈家的小吊灯不再发光了。山里的夜本来就很黑,电灯又坏了,漆黑一片,我担心极了。姑妈摸出一根蜡烛,姑爹小心翼翼地用打火机点燃,小屋里出现了一丝微弱的 In that dark room, swaying a candlelight, six small candles, lit the hope of the darkness. It was one night, our aunt’s family in the mountains had dinner. Very quiet night in the mountains, darkness, we laugh, very happy. Chatting chatting, “snap ”, the aunt’s chandelier is no longer shiny. The night in the mountains was dark, the lamp was broken, it was dark, and I was very worried. Aunt touch a candle, my dad carefully lit with a lighter, hut appeared a hint of weakness