I Am a Mote of Dust, but My Heart Is in the Sky

This story is written for everyone who has ever felt that they are as small as dust in reality, but still can't help but look up to the sky. May we all protect the eternal light in our hearts in our respective cold nights. Then, use this light to meet and light another lamp. Many years later, in a teahouse, the old storyteller was stunned and the whole room fell silent. "I only wish that the lights of these thousands of homes will stay warm forever." Under the stage, a scholar in a blue shirt with an ordinary face sitting in the corner smiled, put down a few pennies of tea money, stood up, brushed his clothes, and slowly walked into the warm, noisy, and vibrant sea of light outside the door. [Instructions for reading (not a traditional cool article)]