A summer insect crawled in front of the Buddha with difficulty.

It begged, "I want to have a good winter." ”

The Buddha said, "You are a summer worm, how can you spend the winter wonderfully!"

Xia Worm asked, "Why can't I do it, who deprived me of my rights." “

The Buddha was stunned, closed his eyes and was silent.

Only the first two lines of tears and crawling marks were left.

A gust of wind blew through and blew everything out.