Chapter 14 ○13. Oil lamps and love

Love is like an oil lamp. When the wick burns, the flame will naturally go out.Shakespeare A young girl asks Shakespeare. Mr. Shakespeare, you have written so many poignant and touching love stories in the world. Now, there is a problem in my love that makes me sad, and I ask for your advice. Oh, poor boy, please speak.said Shakespeare. The girl paused, her sad tone was heartbreaking: I love him, but I'm about to lose him.The girl was about to cry. Children, please start from the beginning slowly, what's going on?Shakespeare said kindly. I am deeply in love with him.With his enthusiasm, he expressed his love for me with flowers day after day.Every morning, he would present me a bouquet of colorful and fragrant flowers, and sing me a love song that touched my heart.

Isn't that great?said Shakespeare. However, in the past month, he sometimes only sent a bouquet of flowers for a few days, and sometimes he stopped singing for me at all, and left in a hurry after putting down the bouquet. Well?Where is the problem?Do you respond to his love? I love him deeply from the bottom of my heart, but I have never expressed my love for him. I use my coldness to cover up the enthusiasm in my heart.Now, his enthusiasm for me is gradually cooling down, I am really afraid, I am really afraid that one day I will lose him.Please advise me, sir, what should I do? After hearing the girl's story, Shakespeare took out an oil lamp from the house, added some oil, and lit it.

What's this?the girl asked. oil lamp. What do you want it for? Don't talk, let's watch it burn.Shakespeare motioned for the girl to be quiet. The wick was hissing, and the flame was so gay and bright that it nearly lit up the room with its light. However, slowly, slowly, the flame on the wick grew smaller and smaller, and the light became weaker and weaker. ah!It's time to refuel!The girl said. But Shakespeare still motioned the girl not to move, and let the wick burn the lamp oil dry. In the end, even the wick was burnt, and the flame finally went out, leaving only a wisp of green smoke lingering in the house.

The girl looked at the puff of smoke in confusion. Love is also like this oil lamp. When the wick burns, the flame will naturally go out.You should know what to do now.said Shakespeare. The girl's epiphany: I'm going to tell him that I love him and I can't lose him.I'm going to fuel my lamp of love. The girl thanked Shakespeare and hurried away.