关于顺其自然,有这样一个故事。三伏天里,禅院的草地成片成片地枯黄了,了无生机,很难看。小和尚看不过去,就对师父说:“师父,快撒点种子吧!”师父挥挥手说:“不急,等天凉了,随时!”中秋了,师父买了一包草籽,叫小和尚去播种。不料一阵风起,草籽虽然撒下去不少,但也被吹走不少。小和尚既着急又苦恼地说:“师父,好多草籽都被风吹走了。”师父回答:“没关系,被风吹走的都是空的,即便撒下去也发不了芽。担心什么呢?随性!”草籽撒上了,一群小鸟飞来 On the way, there is such a story. In the dog days, the lawn of the grass into a piece of yellow, dead, hard to see. Master monk said: “Master, quickly spread the seeds!” Master waved his hand and said: “no urgency, so cool, anytime!” Mid-Autumn Festival, Master bought a pack Grass seeds, called a small monk to sow. Unexpectedly, a gust of wind, grass seeds scattered though a lot, but also been blown away a lot. The monk said anxiously and angrily: “Master, a lot of grass seeds have been blown away.” “Master replied:” It does not matter. The wind is blown away, and even if it is sprinkled, it can not make buds. Fear of what? Casual! "Grass sprinkled, a group of birds flying