周末闲来无事,望着窗外的枯草,想到一则小故事:三伏天,禅院的草地枯黄了一大片。“快撒点草籽吧!好难看的!”小和尚说。“等天凉了。师父挥挥手,”随时!“中秋,师父买了一包草籽,叫小和尚去播种。秋风起,草籽边撒边飘。”不好了!好多种子都被风吹飞了。“小和尚喊。”没关系,吹走的多半是空的,撒下 Nothing to do on weekends, looking out the window of hay, think of a story: dog days, monastery yellow grass withered a large. “Fast spreading some grass seeds! Very ugly!” Said the little monk. Master waving, “anytime! ” Mid-Autumn Festival, Master bought a bag of seeds, called a small monk to sow. The seeds are blown by the wind. “Little monk shouting.” It does not matter, most of the blown away is empty, sow