By SYZ站長 | 2020/03/02 |
On the hottest day of the year, the monastery’s grass was largely dry and yellow.
“Let’s hurry and plant some grass seeds! This looks awful!” said Little Monk.
“Wait until the days are cooler,” said Master, waving his hand. “Yield to time!”
Later in mid-autumn, Master bought a package of grass seeds and asked Little Monk to plant them.
In the autumn wind, grass seeds flew around as they were being planted.
“Oh no! So many seeds have been blown away!” shouted Little Monk.
“Don’t worry. Most of the seeds that blew away were empty. They would not have sprouted even if they stayed on the ground,” said Master. “Yield to nature!”
As soon as the seeds were all planted, a few birds flew over to eat.
“This is terrible! The birds will eat all the seeds!” Little Monk was jumping with frustration.
“Don’t worry! There are too many seeds for the birds to eat them all,” said Master. “Yield to the situation!”
There was heavy rainfall overnight. Little Monk rushed into his Master’s room in the morning and shouted: “Master! It’s really over now! So many seeds were washed away by the rain!”
“Wherever the seeds wash away to, they will sprout there!” said Master. “Yield to destiny!”
One week passed.
Many fresh green sprouts of grass grew out of the previously bare ground. Some corners where no seeds were planted also turned green.
Little Monk clapped with happiness.
Master nodded and said, “Yield to joy!”