Small Life Lamp

At the lantern-lighting ceremony at the age of twelve, Lin Zhao lit up his natal lantern - a small three-inch lamp with an upper limit of four grades. The sentence was: the fate of a servant. Everyone in the world says: A big lamp burns the sky and boils the sea; a small lamp adds oil and sweeps the floor. Only Lin Zhao could see the truth - under the tall lamps enshrined in the Lantern Courtyard, the flames were as thin as beans; and the flames of his small lamp, which had been stepped on by others, had already burned to the edge of the lamp. Even a small lamp can burn the sky.