一生之愛
Once upon a time a teacher and his student lay down under the big tree near the big grass area. Then suddenly the student asked the teacher.
"Teacher, I'm confused, how do we find our soul mate? Can you please help me?"
Silent for a few seconds, the teacher then answered, "Well, it's a pretty hard and an easy question."
The teacher continued, "Look that way, there is a lot of grass, why don't you walk there? Please don't walk backwards, just walk straight ahead. On your way, try to find a blade of beautiful grass and pick it up and then give it to me. But just one."
The student said, "Well, OK then…… wait for me……" and walked straight ahead to the grassy field.
A few minutes later the student came back.
The teacher asked, "Well, I don't see a beautiful blade of grass in your hand."
The student said, "On my journey, I found quite a few beautiful blade of grass, but I thought that I would find a better one, so I did't pick it. But I did't realize that I was at the end of the field, and I had't picked any because you told me not to go back, so I did't go back."
The teacher said, "That's what will happen in real life."
What is the message of this story?
In the story, grass is the people around you, the beautiful blade of grass is the people that attract you and the grassy field is time.
In looking for your soul mate, please don't always compare and hope that there will be a better one. By doing that, you'll waste your lifetime, cause remember "Time Never Goes Back".
很久以前，有一位老師和一位學生，兩人躺在一棵大樹下，旁邊是無垠的草地。突然學生問了老師一個問題。
“老師，我很困惑，我想知道如何才能找到和我情投意合的伴侶。你能幫幫我嗎？”
老師想了幾秒種，然后說：“嗯，這是一個很難但又很簡單的問題。”
老師繼續(xù)說：“往那邊看，那邊是無垠的草地。你何不過去走走，但是不要往回走，一直向前走。當你走路的時候，盡量尋找一棵美麗的草，然后把它拔下拿給我。但是只能拔一顆。”
學生說：“那好吧…等著我。”然后徑直向草地走去。
幾分鐘后，學生回來了。
老師問到：“我看你手上沒有漂亮的草呀。”
學生回答說：“我在路上發(fā)現(xiàn)了許多漂亮的草，但是我覺得我會找到更好的，于是就沒有把它拔下來。但我沒有意識到我已經(jīng)走到了草地的盡頭，因為你告訴我不要往回走，所以我一顆也沒有拔。”
“這就是生活中經(jīng)常發(fā)生的情況。"老師說到。
這則小故事想要告訴我們什么道理呢？
故事里面的草地就是你周圍的人，美麗的草就是吸引你的人，而草地就是你一生擁有的時間。
在尋找人生伴侶的時候，請不要總是比較，希望將來會有更好的選擇。如果這樣做的話，你就會浪費一生的時間，因為請記住：時間一去不復返。
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