小和尚问老和尚:“师父,一个人最害怕什么?”“你以为呢?”老和尚含笑看着徒弟。“是孤独吗?”老和尚摇了摇头:“不对”。“那是误解?”“也不对。”“绝望?”“不对。”小和尚一口气答了十几个答案,老和尚都一直摇头。“那师父您说是什么呢?”小和尚没辙了。“就是你自己呀!”“我自己?”小和尚抬起头,睁大了眼睛,好像明白了,又好像没明白,直直地盯着师父,渴求点化。“是呀!”老和尚笑了笑,“其实你刚刚所说的孤 The little monk asked the old monk: ”Master, what is the most afraid of a person? “ ”Do you think? “ The old monk smiling at the apprentice. ”Is it lonely?“ The old monk shook his head: ”wrong “. ”That is a misunderstanding? “ ”Nor right. “ ”Despair? “ ”Wrong. “ The little monk answered more than a dozen answers, the old monk has been shaking his head. ”What did you say Master? “ Little monk nothing. The monk looked up, widened his eyes, as if to understand, and did not seem to understand, staring at Master with a thirst for something. ”Yes!“ The old monk smiled, ”In fact, you just said lonely