Huo's composition is at least 50 words.

I sat next to the fire, and the flames that made people afraid to look straight rang. It feels warm, and the burning flame has a yearning feeling. It's not what set yourself on fire, but what contributed to others, burned yourself and helped others. But I was suddenly startled by my own thoughts. What kind of idea is this? . . . . Fire makes people feel warm, not only my hands are warm, but also my whole body. I also throw a few pieces of wood into the fire from time to time to make it burn more brightly. I like staring at the fire in a daze, and I can remember many memories, both bitter and sweet. The best thing is to be completely immersed in your own world without the noise of others. After being in a daze for at least 30 minutes, I will look into the fire and throw a few pieces of "wood". "ah! Is the sweet potato baked? " "Well, well, what's the hurry!"