有位哲人曾经讲过这样一则故事:一个旅人在路旁看到许多盛开的鲜花,他一边走一边采摘。沿途的花一朵比一朵大,一朵比一朵美,一朵比一朵香。黄昏时分在将近旅程的终点,他突然看到一朵硕大奇异的花,在暮色中散发着沁人心脾的芬芳。他喜出望外,抛掉手中所有的花奔跑过去。然而,那朵花已经凋谢枯萎了,手一碰,花瓣就一片一片地掉了下来。他十分沮丧,怨自己不该为 A philosopher once told such a story: a traveler saw many blooming flowers on the roadside, and he picked it while walking. Flowers along the way than a big, a more than a beauty, a more than a flower. At dusk at the end of the journey, he suddenly saw a huge bizarre flower, exudes a refreshing fragrance in the twilight. He overjoyed, throwing away all the flowers in his hands running past. However, that flower withered withered, touched, the petals fell off piece by piece. He was very depressed and blamed himself for not being