Life is a one-way journey. Some people rush to the mountains and seas with flowers in their hands, while others huddle on the platform wrapped in wind and frost. This collection of short stories uses stories rooted in the streets and alleys to weave a fine and warm net to retrieve the light scattered in the dust.
Deep in the folds of fate, there are always people who use the clumsiest gestures to support the sinking soul. Their stories are like fireworks exploding in the dark night, and the debris falls into the world and becomes stars.
There is no grand redemption in these stories, only small persistence: Haizi's poem: "Living in this precious human world, the sun is strong and the water is gentle." That's how it is.
This book is the dewdrops collected by the author traveling through the fireworks in the world, and every drop reflects the temperature of the world. Here are people who have been crushed by the weight of life and then glued themselves back together with their own hands, there are hands that salvage the moon from the abyss, and there are heartbeats that sow spring in the cracks of despair. Reading these stories, you will touch the hidden bonds between strangers, witness how loneliness is hatched into pearls by kindness, and witness how roses grow from the wounds given by fate.
Dedicated to all those who look up at the stars in the mud - you see, there are always immortal fireflies flying in those crumpled times. When we come to this world, we don't have to be the sun. If we can be a match that burns briefly, it is enough to illuminate the eternity of a moment.
