古印度有个故事:一位年老的孤寡母亲,膝下只有一个儿子,她非常疼爱他,生怕他有个闪失。这一年,村里疟疾流行,她的儿子死了。可怜的母亲整日抱着儿子的尸体,哀哀欲绝,几乎疯了。好心的人引她去见佛陀,她长跪在佛陀的脚下,求他把她的儿子救活。佛陀说“只有一样东西可以救活你的儿子,你愿意去寻找吗?”母亲听了,两眼骤放亮光,道:“不管什么东西,只要它能救活我的儿子,下刀山蹈火海我也愿意去的!”佛陀微微一笑说“有一种草叫幸运草,它只生长在从来没有死过亲人的家里,你去找吧。” Ancient India has a story: an elderly widowed mother, only one son's knee, she loved him very much for fear he had a slip. This year, malaria was prevalent in the village and her son died. Poor mother hugged her son's body all day long, desperation, almost crazy. The kind soul led her to the Buddha, kneeling at the feet of the Buddha and asking him to save her son. The Buddha said, “There is only one thing that can save your son, are you willing to look for it?” “My mother listened, both eyes shone brightly and said:” Whatever it is, as long as it can save my son, “The Buddha smiled and said,” There is a kind of grass called lucky grass, it only grows in the family who has never died of a loved one, you go to find it. “”