有位老和尚,他身边有一帮虔诚的弟子。这一天,他嘱咐弟子每人去南山打一担柴回来。弟子们匆匆行至离山不远的河边,人人目瞪口呆。只见洪水从山上奔泻而下,无论如何也休想渡河打柴。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,小和尚从怀中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来了。”后来,这位小和尚成了师傅的衣钵传人。世上有走不完的路,也有过不了的河。面对过不了的河掉头 There is an old monk, a group of devout disciples around him. On this day, he instructed his disciples to go back to Nanshan to play a load of firewood. Disciples rush to the river not far from the mountain, everyone 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 relative. The master asked him why the little monk pulled out an apple from his arms and handed it to the master. He said: “I can not cross the river, I can not hit the wood, I see an apple tree near the river, and I can easily pick the only apple in the tree . ”Later, the little monk became the mantle of the master. There are endless roads in the world, there are no river. U-turn in the face of the river