平常心三伏天,禅院的草地枯黄了一大片。“快撒些草籽儿吧,好难看啊。”徒弟说。“等天凉了,”师父挥挥手,“随时。”中秋,师父买了一大包草籽儿,叫弟子去播种。秋风突起,草籽儿飘舞。“不好,许多草籽儿被吹飞了。”小和尚喊道。“没关系,吹去者多半中空,撒下去也不会发芽,”师父说,“随性。” The usual heartless days, Buddhist Temple yellowish brown grass. “Quickly sow some grass seeds, so ugly ah. ” Apprentice said. “And other days cold, ” Master waved, “Mid-autumn, Master bought a large bag of grass seeds, called disciples to sow. Fall of the wind, grass seeds floating children. ”Not good, many grass seeds are blown away.“ The young monk shouted. ”It does not matter, blowing mostly hollow, sprinkle it will not germinate, “ said Master, ”casual. "