三伏天,禅院的草地枯黄了一大片。“快撒点草种子吧!好难看哪!”小和尚说。“等天凉了。”师父挥挥手,“随时!”中秋,小和尚去播种。秋风起,草籽边撒边飘。“不好了!好多种子都被吹飞了。”小和尚喊。“吹走的多半是空的,撒下去也发不了芽。”师父说,“随性!”撒完种子,飞来几只小鸟啄食。“种子都被鸟吃了!”小和尚着急。“没关系!种子多,吃不完!”师父说,“随遇!”半夜一阵骤雨,小和尚早晨冲进禅房:“好多草籽被雨冲走了!”“冲到哪儿,就在哪 Dog days, monastery yellow grass withered a large. ”Fast spreading grass seeds! What a ugly!“ Said the little monk. ”And other days cold. “ Master waved, ”anytime! “ Mid-Autumn Festival, the little monk to sow. Autumn wind, sage floating side edge. ”Bad! A lot of seeds have been blown away.“ ”The little monk shouts. “Mostly blown away is empty, sprinkle can not send buds. ” Master said, “casual! ” Sow seed, flew a few birds pecking. “The seeds are eaten by the birds!” Little monk anxious. “It does not matter! The seeds are plentiful!” “Master said,” Supra! “” Shower in the middle of the night, the monk burst into the meditation room in the morning: “A lot of grass seeds were washed away by the rain!” " Rushed to where, where