A story about the leaves, trees, and wind?

A fate of loving and being loved: the love of leaves and wind, trees.

On a sunny afternoon, the Zen master made a pot of tea, gradually settled and pondered, thinking about why he was thinking, the branches outside the window swayed out of time, the sun was shaking, and the eyes were black, the Zen master was slightly angry, and said to the young people around him: "Young man, you go and hold down the leaves outside, don't shake it for a day, and affect the teacher's cultivation."

The young man said "No", walked out of the meditation room, the leaves seemed to have been against him, holding down one piece, the other leaves shook more happily, busy for several hours, pressed sweaty, pressed until the liver and intestines were broken, and did not see the leaves have the slightest intention of stopping.

Ten years have passed, the Zen master has forgotten about this matter, only the young people have always insisted, the skills are refined, every time you can hold down more leaves, when you press well, you will smirk at the leaves; The tree is also growing, sprouting more branches and leaves, and the shaking leaves are always more than the youth holds, and time passes in the love and killing of the youth and the leaves.

Finally, one day, the young man couldn't help but ask the Zen master: When is the head according to the leaves?

Zen Master: Although the rain is wide, it does not moisten the grass without roots, and the Dharma is boundless, only for those who have a heart.

Shami: Speak human words.

Zen Master: Holding down is the head.

Shami: How to press.

Zen Master: Press with your heart.

Youth: ...@%& 10,000 horses galloping past in my heart.

Zen Master: I just thought you were silly before, but you weren't stupid, but I was wrong, that's it, ten years by the tree, a hundred years by the person, today I am in a good mood, I will point you to it, when the teacher asked you to press the leaves,"Press"It's not the point, it's the fruit that "the leaves don't move", I ask you, why do the leaves move?

Youth: Nonsense, because there is wind.

Zen Master: In that case, why not follow the wind.

Youth: It's easy to say, the wind is nowhere to go, how do you press it?

Zen Master: I will go to the building materials market to beg for a few steel pipes and a few feet of film, build a tent around the tree, and my hands will not stick to the branches, and the leaves will not move.

A stream of heat rushed from the sphincter to the head teeth, and the young man's ten fingers were upside down, pulling the Zen master and shaking it continuously, you didn't say it earlier, press your sister's tree, press it for ten years before you said with plastic sheeting.

The young man presses the tree every day, and the finger power is not what it used to be, and the Zen master is dead.

The wind is chasing the leaves, promising to take the leaves to see the wonderful world outside.

The leaf hesitated and asked for the advice of the tree, and the tree said, "If you do not leave, I will not abandon you."

One day, the leaves are moved by the wind, so they choose to drift with the wind.

The moment it left, it asked the tree: Why don't you keep me?

The tree proudly said: You are not the only leaf in the world;

It asks the wind: Why are you pursuing me?

The wind is sincere: because no two leaves are the same in the world.

The leaves are silent, is it because the tree doesn't know how to love, or the wind is too persistent.

The tree asks the leaves: Why are you leaving? Ye Zi said happily: Because I want to see the outside world.

In fact, the tree loves the leaves too much, and in order to fulfill the wishes of the leaves, it does not stay.

The wind asked the leaves: Why are you coming with me? Ye Zi said happily: Because you have given me fantasies and can satisfy me.

When the leaves looked at the world curiously, the wind stopped, so the leaves fell to the ground, and an oncoming car crushed the leaves.

The tree was very sad, and he regretted that he had not kept the leaves, and had not pulled them tightly.

The wind continued to blow, and it was not sad in the slightest, for I satisfied you, and you must pay the same price, if not higher.

Is it that the leaves don't know how to cherish it, or the wind is too ruthless.

We are like this as people, we will always wait until a long time has passed, and we will always wait until there is no way to retreat, and we will know that what we have given up with our own hands will never be met again in .........the days to come