有好多天了,慧能小和尚独坐寺内,郁闷不语。师傅看出其中玄机,微笑着引领弟子走出寺门。门外,是一片大好的春光。师傅不语,怀抱春光,打坐于万顷温暖的柔波之上。放眼望去,天地之间弥漫着清新。半绿的草芽、斜飞的小鸟、动情的小河,慧能和尚深深地吸了口气,偷窥师傅。师傅正安详地打坐于半山坡上,似乎心中空无一物。小和尚有些纳闷,不知师傅的葫芦里到底装着什么药。 There are many days, Huineng monks sit alone in the temple, depressed without words. The master sees one of the mysteries, smiles and leads disciples out of the temple door. Outside, is a good spring. The master does not speak, embrace the spring, meditate on the gentle waves of ten thousand ares above. Looking ahead, between the world filled with fresh. Half-green grass buds, diagonal flying birds, passionate river, Hui Neng monk took a deep breath, peeping master. Master is seated meditating on the hillside, it seems that nothing in the heart. Some little monk wondered, I do not know what the gourd in the end loaded with what medicine.