一座破旧的庙里住着两只蜘蛛,一只在屋檐下,一只在佛龛上。一天,旧庙的屋顶塌掉了,幸运的是,两只蜘蛛没有受伤,他们依然在自己的地盘上忙碌地编织着蜘蛛网。没过几天,佛龛上的蜘蛛发现自己的网总是被搞破。一只小鸟飞过,一阵小风刮起,都会让它忙着修上半天。它去问屋檐下的蜘蛛:“我们的丝没有区别,工作的地方也没有改变。为什么我的网总是 There are two spiders in a shabby temple, one under the eaves and one in the shrines. One day, the roof of the old temple collapsed. Fortunately, the two spiders were not injured. They were still busy weaving cobwebs on their own fields. A few days later, spiders in the shrines found their nets always broken. A small bird flew over, a breeze blowing, will make it busy for half a day. It goes to the spiders under the eaves: ”There is no difference between our silk and the place of work has not changed. Why my net is always