You always envy the brilliance of
others: some people are born with
the aura of a protagonist, some
can easily seize opportunities
with just one hand, while you
seem to always stand in the shadow,
even the shadow appears thin.
But you know what? Although the
light of fireflies is weak, they
can draw unique trajectories in
the dark night; When stars hide
behind clouds, they never lose
their ability to shine - the light
on your body may be hidden in a
corner you haven't noticed yet,
waiting to be illuminated by yourself.
The 'ordinary' that you overlook
are actually fragments of light:
it is the tenderness of squatting
down to comfort a lost child, the
kindness of leaving a light for a
stranger at night, and the
stubbornness of standing up for the
eleventh time even if you fall ten
times. These tiny rays of light may
not be as dazzling as the sun, but
they can warm a specific corner,
just like moonlight cannot
illuminate the entire de
