Work is Practise
There is a temple on a mountain. An old monk and a group of young monks are in the temple. One of the young monks was in charge of the bell in the temple. According to the regulations of the temple, the bell should be struck once in the morning and once in the evening. The little monk firmly remembers the time of striking the bell. No matter it's cloudy or rainy, or it's windy or snowy, he sticks to his work and the bell never stops ringing. But year after year, the little monk finally got tired of it. He felt that hitting the clock twice a day was a simple job. It was boring to repeat the same thing, and his heart gradually became numb. Every time I hit the clock, I let my mind wander away, or I don't think about anything, just like a machine. One day, when the little monk struck the bell, the abbot of the temple passed by. He saw the little monk's careless expression, so he called him to his side and said to him earnestly: "it seems that you are not qualified...