十七岁的男孩杰森很喜欢中国功夫,他来到波士顿唐人街的一家当铺寻找具有收藏价值的中国功夫片,但他经常被一群混混盯上,并受到他们的欺负。这天,杰森偶然在当铺里面发现了一根神秘的金箍棒。
Gongfu. Hard work over time to accomplish skill. A painter can have gongfu. Or the butcher who cuts meat every day with such skill...his knife never touches bone. Learn the form, but seek the formless. Hear the soundless. Learn it all, then forget it all. Learn The Way, then find your own way. The musician can have gongfu. Or the poet who paints pictures with words and makes emperors weep. This, too, is gongfu. But do not name it, my friend, for it is like water. Nothing is softer than water...yet it can overcome rock. It does not fight. It flows around the opponent. Formless, nameles...the true master dwells within. Only you can free him.
功夫,勤学苦练才能习得其技!一个画家可以有他的功夫;又或庖丁解牛,也是功夫;从有形,进而为无形,从无形中悟出真谛;了解这一切,再忘记这一切;青出于蓝,而胜于蓝;一个乐手可以有她的功夫,一个诗人,用文字描绘画卷,连帝王都为那诗文感动,这也是功夫。但是,我的朋友,这样的功夫没有名字。它就像是水!没有什么比水更柔软,但是水滴而石穿。它从不斗争,但它从对手身边流过,包容掉一切。无形、无惧. 无名……真正的功夫在你的心里形成,只有你自己才可以释放!