1、“一花一世界,一叶一追寻.一曲一场叹,一生为一人”改编自布莱克 《天真的预言》，意思大致为：一个花也可以拥有它自己的世界，一片叶子也有它自己的追求；一首曲子有它凄凉的时候，一生只为一个人活着。
原诗为：
To see a world in a grain of sand
And a heaven in a wild flower,
Hold infinity in the palm of your hand
And eternity in an hour.
一粒沙子看出世界，
一朵野花里见天国。
在你掌里盛住无限，
一时间里便是永远。
2、“一花一世界，一叶一菩提”见于传统的佛学经典语论中，从字面上的意思理解，就是一朵花就是一个世界，一片菩提叶就代表着一棵菩提树。
佛曰：一花一世界，一草一天堂，一叶一如来，一砂一极乐，一方一净土，一笑一尘缘，一念一清静。这一切都是一种心境。心若无物就可以一花一世界，一草一天堂。参透这些，一花一草便是整个世界，而整个世界也便空如花草。
3、不论是佛学的“一花一世界，一叶一菩提”，还是文学的“一沙一世界，一花一天堂”，其表达的意思大致相同。
对于我们整个人类来说，生命应该是没有止境的，物质也是永恒发展的。但是，在天体的转动和岁月的轮回中，我们却分明地看到每一个个人所拥有的单个生命在时空轮回中的单薄无力，我们这些单个的个体在宇宙中渺小得恐怕不及沧海一粟。
然而，活着的人们是不甘落没的，即便是痛苦，他们也希冀着。于是，一个人的希冀传给另一个人就是两个人的希冀，两个人的希冀延续下去，就是一个民族的希冀，一个民族的希冀传给另一个民族就是两个民族的希冀，两个民族的希冀再延续下去，那就是整个人类、整个宇宙的希冀。做为个体的、自我的个人来说，希冀是卑微的，但是若干个、千万个卑微的希翼凝结在一起，就是一个物种巨大的生命力。
人类的个体在一代代的更新着，人类的历史在一天天的漫延着。多少朝代在我们的身边升起又降落？多少文明早我们的眼前生长又衰退？然而，生命这一物种却穿越过时间和空间的阻隔，顽强的延续着。
扩展资料：
1、威廉·布莱克（William Blake），英国第一位重要的浪漫主义诗人、版画家，英国文学史上最重要的伟大诗人之一，虔诚的基督教徒。主要诗作有诗集《纯真之歌》、《经验之歌》等。早期作品简洁明快，中后期作品趋向玄妙深沉，充满神秘色彩。
2、《天真的预言》全文
To see a world in a grain of sand
And a heaven in a wild flower,
Hold infinity in the palm of your hand,
And eternity in an hour.
A robin redbreast in a cage
Puts all heaven in a rage.
A dove-house fill'd with doves and pigeons
Shudders hell thro' all its regions.
A dog starv'd at his master's gate
Predicts the ruin of the state.
A horse misused upon the road
Calls to heaven for human blood.
Each outcry of the hunted hare
A fibre from the brain does tear.
A skylark wounded in the wing,
A cherubim does cease to sing.
The game-cock clipt and arm'd for fight
Does the rising sun affright.
Every wolf's and lion's howl
Raises from hell a human soul.
The wild deer, wand'ring here and there,
Keeps the human soul from care.
The lamb misus'd breeds public strife,
And yet forgives the butcher's knife.
The bat that flits at close of eve
Has left the brain that won't believe.
The owl that calls upon the night
Speaks the unbeliever's fright.
He who shall hurt the little wren
Shall never be belov'd by men.
He who the ox to wrath has mov'd
Shall never be by woman lov'd.
The wanton boy that kills the fly
Shall feel the spider's enmity.
He who torments the chafer's sprite
Weaves a bower in endless night.
The caterpillar on the leaf
Repeats to thee thy mother's grief.
Kill not the moth nor butterfly,
For the last judgement draweth nigh.
He who shall train the horse to war
Shall never pass the polar bar.
The beggar's dog and widow's cat,
Feed them and thou wilt grow fat.
The gnat that sings his summer's song
Poison gets from slander's tongue.
The poison of the snake and newt
Is the sweat of envy's foot.
The poison of the honey bee
Is the artist's jealousy.
The prince's robes and beggar's rags
Are toadstools on the miser's bags.
A truth that's told with bad intent
Beats all the lies you can invent.
It is right it should be so;
Man was made for joy and woe;
And when this we rightly know,
Thro' the world we safely go.
Joy and woe are woven fine,
A clothing for the soul divine.
Under every grief and pine
Runs a joy with silken twine.
The babe is more than swaddling bands;
Throughout all these human lands;
Tools were made and born were hands,
Every farmer understands.
Every tear from every eye
Becomes a babe in eternity;
This is caught by females bright,
And return'd to its own delight.
The bleat, the bark, bellow, and roar,
Are waves that beat on heaven's shore.
The babe that weeps the rod beneath
Writes revenge in realms of death.
The beggar's rags, fluttering in air,
Does to rags the heavens tear.
The soldier, arm'd with sword and gun,
Palsied strikes the summer's sun.
The poor man's farthing is worth more
Than all the gold on Afric's shore.
One mite wrung from the lab'rer's hands
Shall buy and sell the miser's lands;
Or, if protected from on high,
Does that whole nation sell and buy.
He who mocks the infant's faith
Shall be mock'd in age and death.
He who shall teach the child to doubt
The rotting grave shall ne'er get out.
He who respects the infant's faith
Triumphs over hell and death.
The child's toys and the old man's reasons
Are the fruits of the two seasons.
The questioner, who sits so sly,
Shall never know how to reply.
He who replies to words of doubt
Doth put the light of knowledge out.
The strongest poison ever known
Came from Caesar's laurel crown.
Nought can deform the human race
Like to the armour's iron brace.
When gold and gems adorn the plow,
To peaceful arts shall envy bow.
A riddle, or the cricket's cry,
Is to doubt a fit reply.
The emmet's inch and eagle's mile
Make lame philosophy to smile.
He who doubts from what he sees
Will ne'er believe, do what you please.
If the sun and moon should doubt,
They'd immediately go out.
To be in a passion you good may do,
But no good if a passion is in you.
The whore and gambler, by the state
Licensed, build that nation's fate.
The harlot's cry from street to street
Shall weave old England's winding-sheet.
The winner's shout, the loser's curse,
Dance before dead England's hearse.
Every night and every morn
Some to misery are born,
Every morn and every night
Some are born to sweet delight.
Some are born to sweet delight,
Some are born to endless night.
We are led to believe a lie
When we see not thro' the eye,
Which was born in a night to perish in a night,
When the soul slept in beams of light.
God appears, and God is light,
To those poor souls who dwell in night;
But does a human form display
To those who dwell in realms of day.
