一桥,青石苔满,飞跨河上。雨打石板,花落桥头,马过,车过,丝履过,芒鞋过,千年沧桑,桥仍静立。一日,佛至,问:“何自苦?”桥答:“何曰苦?承重千年,百万众生里,独与你相见,心甘愿。”佛笑,桥笑。天地苍茫,何处无苦?若心存怨怼,苦作黄连心尖苦;若心甘愿,苦亦作乐何谈苦?历史洪流中,无数苦乐翻腾间亦充盈着奔腾的生命。当国运昌达,有多少白衣卿相抛却乌纱,身归田园;逢国运衰微,又有多少青年俊才弃安赴阵,甘洒 A bridge, blue stone moss, fly across the river. Rain hit the flagstone, spent the first bridge, the horse too, the car too, silk had, Mans shoes, thousands of years of vicissitudes, the bridge is still static stand. One day, Buddha to ask: “Qizhi?” Bridge Answer: “What is the pain ?, bearing thousands of years, millions of beings in the world, alone with you, willing.” Buddha laugh, bridge laugh. Where the world is bitter, where no bitter? If the heart complains of bitterness, hard bitter coprinus bitter; if willing, bitter also make fun of talk about the history of the torrent, countless bittersweet bitter also filled Pentium life. When the country shipped Masahiro, how many white Qingzao but cast black yarn, owned by the pastoral; every country decline, and how many young Jun before abandoning security, sweet