大热天,禅院里的花被晒焦了。“天哪!快浇点水吧!”小和尚喊着,接着去提了桶水来。“别急,”老和尚说,“现在太阳大,一冷一热,非死不可,等晚一点再浇。”傍晚,那盆花已经成了干菜的样子。 On hot days, the flowers in the temple were sunburned. “Oh my God! Let’s get some water!” The little monk shouted, and then he brought a bucket of water. “Don’t worry,” the old monk said. “Now the sun is big, cold and hot, and it’s impossible to wait until later.” In the evening, the potted plant has become a dried vegetable.