There is a marble floor in the Buddhist temple. One day, it looked up and said to the Buddha, "We were originally made of a stone, and now I'm lying here, humiliated and trampled by thousands of people, while you're standing there, high above you, worshiped by thousands of people." Why is the world so unfair? " The Buddha said, "Yes, we come from the same stone in the deep forest, but I stood here after years of polishing by several masons, and you only accepted simple processing, so you can only spread it on the ground as a mat." Reflections on reading a short passage