A joke story is not a joke.

There is a blind monk walking on the road with a lantern.

Someone asked him why, in broad daylight, you are a blind man walking around with a lantern.

He smiled. This is to show others the way. I don't know what the weather is like now, but I know that others will use it at night.

The man said, that's very kind of you.

The monk smiled again, no, when illuminating others, it is actually for himself, because when illuminating others with lanterns, it is also to avoid injury.

Passers-by nodded and left with a smile. He said, You touched me.

In the evening, the monk was still walking, and he met a man on his way.

The monk said, benefactor, the poor monk can't see with his eyes, and neither can you.

Passers-by said, I can see.

The monk said, I lit such a bright lamp. Why did you hit me?

Passers-by said, your light has long gone out.

The monk felt the heat, sighed and said, when the light is on, it will go out one day. What's the use of knowing that this day will come?

The monk threw the lantern into the distance and walked on.