一位老和尚,他身边聚集了一帮虔诚的弟子。这一天,他嘱咐弟子每天去南山打一担柴回来。弟子们匆匆行至离山不远的河边,个个目瞪口呆。只见洪水从山上奔泻而下,无论如何也休想渡河打柴了。无功而返,弟子们都有些垂头丧气。唯独一个小和尚与师傅坦然相对。师傅问其故,小和尚从怀里掏出一个苹果,递给师傅说,过不了河,打不了柴,见河边有棵苹果树,我就顺手把树上唯一的一个苹果摘下来了。 An old monk, gathered around him a group of devout disciples. On this day, he instructed his disciples to go back to Nanshan to play a load of wood each day. Disciples hurried to the river not far from the mountain, all stunned. I saw the water ran down the hill, and in any case would never expect to cross the river firewood. Without success, some disciples are downcast. Only a small monk and master calmly opposed. The master asked her why the little monk pulled out an apple from his arms and handed it to the master. He said he could not cross the river and could not beat the firewood. He saw an apple-tree beside the river and I took the only apple out of the tree.