有一个故事让我久久难忘。曾经有一个小和尚,极得方丈宠爱。方丈将毕生所学全数教授给他,希望他能成为出色的佛门弟子。没想到他在一夜之间动了凡心,偷偷下了山,被五光十色的城市迷住了眼睛。从此,花街柳巷,他只管放浪形骸。20年后的一个深夜,窗外月色如洗,月光澄明清澈地洒在小和尚的掌心。他忽然忏悔了,披衣而起,快马加鞭地赶往寺里请求师父原谅。方丈深 A story makes me a long time unforgettable. There was a small monk, very abetting favorite. Abbot taught all his life to him, I hope he can become a good disciple of Buddhism. Did not expect him to move overnight heart, secretly down the mountain, was fascinated by the colorful city eyes. Since then, Flower Street Willow lane, he just let go waves shape. A late night 20 years later, the moon was washed out of the window, the moonlight clear and sprinkle on the palm of the little monk. Suddenly he repents, and his coat goes uphill and rushes to the temple asking Master to forgive. Abbot deep