One night, an ascetic monk came to a remote village. In the dark night, a stream of villagers came and went silently. The monk turned an alley and saw a yellow halo coming out of it. "The blind man is coming." People say. Monks think it's ridiculous. The blind can't see the spring flowers and the autumn moon, nor can they see the mountains and rivers. Isn't it ridiculous to pick a lamp? So the monk asked, "Since you can't see anything, why do you want to light a lamp?" The blind man replied, "although I can't see anything, I have a lamp that can illuminate others and make them see me clearly so that they won't collide with me." The monk nodded, thinking that the Buddha nature of the blind is like a lamp. As long as I light it, even if I can't see it, the Buddha will see myself.

The short story of the blind man lighting a lamp tells us that lighting a lamp belongs to his own life, and only by illuminating others first can he illuminate himself. In life, we might as well turn a blind eye and think more about others. Although our ability is small, as long as we have enthusiasm, we will have strength. The blind realize that only by illuminating others will others not touch themselves. When we try to illuminate others, others also illuminate ourselves. Why not? If everyone comes to learn from the blind and turns on a light, will there still be people colliding in this world?