有一个故事，说出来给大家听听： 有一位哲学家，自认为看破了红尘。一天，他想到了人生的虚无，痛不欲生，于是决定自杀。 哲学家来到一片空旷的野地里，看到这里异常清静，便想在这里了却一生──他好不容易找来几根干枯的树枝，给自己挖了一个坟坑。 正当他要结束自己生命的 There is a story, say it to everyone: there is a philosopher, think they see the red dust. One day, he thought of the nihility of life, desperation, and decided to commit suicide. When the philosopher came to an open field and saw the area unusually quiet, he wanted to live there for a lifetime - he finally found some dry branches and dug himself a grave. Just as he wants to end his life