I woke up in the middle of the night from a nightmare and felt suffocated, so I got up and went to the porch to breathe the cold night air.

The night was pitch black, and beneath my feet seemed to lie across the sleeping sea, but gradually the gray-white road floated up like waves. Then the black of the night gradually fades. Where is the mountain, where is the house, and where is the vegetable garden, I finally distinguish.

On the right, a few lights from the bungalows of the buildings near the hills swept away the dark colors for me.

I looked at the lights, which were dimly yellow, and seemed to be shivering slightly from the chill. Once or twice I thought the lights would go out. But in the blink of an eye, the dim yellow light lit up in front of him again. These late-night lamps, they (it seems that they are the only ones) are silently spreading a little light and heat, not only for me, but also for those who can't sleep in the cold night, and those who are still groping in the dark at this time. Pedestrians. Yes, wasn't there a rush of footsteps over there? Who walked back from the city to the country? After a while, a dark shadow flashed before my eyes. The shadow walked very fast, as if running or slipping, and I understood the mood of this man rushing home. Then, I think, in the eyes and heart of this person, the lights in front of them will appear brighter and warmer.

I have had this experience myself. Just a little light, the one that seems to be extinguished by darkness at any moment, can inspire me to go a long way. Large swaths of blizzard hit my face, my leather shoes got stuck in the muddy dirt road from time to time, and the wind knocked me down in the mud several times. I seem to have walked into a maze, I can never find an exit, and I can't see the end of the road. But I always stood up and stepped forward, because I saw a little bit of light. Lights, no matter who they are, can show pedestrians—even a stranger like me—the way.

This has been many years ago. There have been some big changes in my life. Now I'm standing on the porch looking at the light at the foot of the mountain. Isn't the light the same as it was years ago? I can't see the difference! Why? Am I not standing quietly on the porch in front of my building now? I did not touch the road at night in the rain. But when I saw the light, I suddenly felt comforted and encouraged. Is it my heart that wanders in the night; it has been led by nightmares, and only then does it find its way back?

I can't give a definite answer to this question of mine. But I know that my heart has gradually stabilized, and my breathing has become much easier. I should thank these people I don't know the name of for the lights.

They don't light their lights for me, and I don't appear in their dreams. But my heart still got the benefit. I love lights like this. Although the shimmer of a few lamps or even a single lamp cannot illuminate the darkness, it will also bring a little courage and a little warmth to some sleepless people in the cold night.

The lighthouse on the lonely sea has saved many ships from sinking, and any sailing ship can be guided by that light. The elder sister on Harish Island lit the solitary lantern in the long night in front of the window for her younger brother. Although she never called back the younger brother who had sailed away, many neighbors who had returned from fishing were helped by it.

Go back to ancient times. The torch lit by the ancient Greek priestess Shiloh illuminated the eyes of Leander who swam across the strait every night. One night a storm extinguished the torch and drowned the brave lover in the sea. But the raging fire is still dimly shining in front of our eyes. It seems that the torch did not sink to the bottom of the sea forever with the ancient beauties who sacrificed their love.

None of these lights were kindled for me, but even I got a little bit of their favor—a little light, a little heat. Light dispels the darkness in my mind, and heat promotes its development. A friend said, "We don't live by eating rice alone." Naturally, so did I. My heart often floats on the dark sea, and if it were not for the guidance of the light, it would one day sink to the bottom of the sea forever.

I remembered the story of another friend: he threw himself into a river in the south of the Yangtze River with a heart full of intractable pain and death. When he got to the water, he heard a cry ("Save people!"), saw a little light, and in the blur he heard a commotion, and then lost consciousness. When he awoke he found himself lying in a stranger's house, with an oil lamp on the table, and a few sincere, kind faces in front of him. "After all, there is still warmth in this world," he thought gratefully, and since then he has changed his attitude towards life. "Despair" disappeared, "pessimism" disappeared, he became a positive person who loves life. This was twenty or thirty years ago. I saw this friend recently. That little light actually inspired a man who went out to die for so many years, and kept him alive to this day. I didn't renegotiate the lights with him. But I thought, that little gleam must still be shaking in his mind.

In this world, the lights will not go out - I thought, thought, and smiled at the mountain.

I woke up in the middle of the night from a nightmare and felt suffocated, so I got up and went to the porch to breathe the cold night air.

The night was pitch black, and beneath my feet seemed to lie across the sleeping sea, but gradually the gray-white road floated up like waves. Then the black of the night gradually fades. Where is the mountain, where is the house, and where is the vegetable garden, I finally distinguish.

On the right, a few lights from the bungalows of the buildings near the hills swept away the dark colors for me.

I looked at the lights, which were dimly yellow, and seemed to be shivering slightly from the chill. Once or twice I thought the lights would go out. But in the blink of an eye, the dim yellow light lit up in front of him again. These late-night lamps, they (it seems that they are the only ones) are silently spreading a little light and heat, not only for me, but also for those who can't sleep in the cold night, and those who are still groping in the dark at this time. Pedestrians. Yes, wasn't there a rush of footsteps over there? Who walked back from the city to the country? After a while, a dark shadow flashed before my eyes. The shadow walked very fast, as if running or slipping, and I understood the mood of this man rushing home. Then, I think, in the eyes and heart of this person, the lights in front of them will appear brighter and warmer.

I have had this experience myself. Just a little light, the one that seems to be extinguished by darkness at any moment, can inspire me to go a long way. Large swaths of blizzard hit my face, my leather shoes got stuck in the muddy dirt road from time to time, and the wind knocked me down in the mud several times. I seem to have walked into a maze, I can never find an exit, and I can't see the end of the road. But I always stood up and stepped forward, because I saw a little bit of light. Lights, no matter who they are, can show pedestrians—even a stranger like me—the way.

This has been many years ago. There have been some big changes in my life. Now I'm standing on the porch looking at the light at the foot of the mountain. Isn't the light the same as it was years ago? I can't see the difference! Why? Am I not standing quietly on the porch in front of my building now? I did not touch the road at night in the rain. But when I saw the light, I suddenly felt comforted and encouraged. Is it my heart that wanders in the night; it has been led by nightmares, and only then does it find its way back?

I can't give a definite answer to this question of mine. But I know that my heart has gradually stabilized, and my breathing has become much easier. I should thank these people I don't know the name of for the lights.

They don't light their lights for me, and I don't appear in their dreams. But my heart still got the benefit. I love lights like this. Although the shimmer of a few lamps or even a single lamp cannot illuminate the darkness, it will also bring a little courage and a little warmth to some sleepless people in the cold night.

The lighthouse on the lonely sea has saved many ships from sinking, and any sailing ship can be guided by that light. The elder sister on Harish Island lit the solitary lantern in the long night in front of the window for her younger brother. Although she never called back the younger brother who had sailed away, many neighbors who had returned from fishing were helped by it.

Go back to ancient times. The torch lit by the ancient Greek priestess Shiloh illuminated the eyes of Leander who swam across the strait every night. One night a storm extinguished the torch and drowned the brave lover in the sea. But the raging fire is still dimly shining in front of our eyes. It seems that the torch did not sink to the bottom of the sea forever with the ancient beauties who sacrificed their love.

None of these lights were kindled for me, but even I got a little bit of their favor—a little light, a little heat. Light dispels the darkness in my mind, and heat promotes its development. A friend said, "We don't live by eating rice alone." Naturally, so did I. My heart often floats on the dark sea, and if it were not for the guidance of the light, it would one day sink to the bottom of the sea forever.

I remembered the story of another friend: he threw himself into a river in the south of the Yangtze River with a heart full of intractable pain and death. When he got to the water, he heard a cry ("Save people!"), saw a little light, and in the blur he heard a commotion, and then lost consciousness. When he awoke he found himself lying in a stranger's house, with an oil lamp on the table, and a few sincere, kind faces in front of him. "After all, there is still warmth in this world," he thought gratefully, and since then he has changed his attitude towards life. "Despair" disappeared, "pessimism" disappeared, he became a positive person who loves life. This was twenty or thirty years ago. I saw this friend recently. That little light actually inspired a man who went out to die for so many years, and kept him alive to this day. I didn't renegotiate the lights with him. But I thought, that little gleam must still be shaking in his mind.

In this world, the lights will not go out - I thought, thought, and smiled at the mountain.