风雨夜的温暖烛光：续写练习

At the door was a little girl with a wet raincoat and sparkling eyes. Her face was illuminated by the dim streetlights, and despite the rain, she had a bright smile on her face. Terry was taken aback by her presence, but before he could say anything, the girl spoke in a soft and innocent voice, 'Excuse me, sir. I saw that your lights went out, and I thought maybe you needed some help.'

After a while, the door was knocked again. This time, Terry's wife answered. It was Lily again, back with a warm blanket and a plate of cookies. 'My mom baked these,' she said. 'She thought you might like some.' Tears welled up in Terry's wife's eyes. The little girl's kindness was overwhelming. Touched by her generosity, Terry invited Lily and her mother in to escape the storm. As they huddled together, sharing stories and laughter, the sound of the wind and rain faded away, replaced by the warmth of human connection and the flickering glow of hope.