Let it go

Three days later, the grass in the temple was yellow.
"Scatter the seeds! Which is ugly !" Said the monk.
"It's getting cooler ." Master waved his hand and said, "Anytime !"
During the mid-autumn festival, master bought a package of caozi and asked the monk to sow the seeds.
When the autumn wind starts, the grass seeds scatter and float.
"It's not good! ." The monk shouted.
"It doesn't matter. Most of the information being blown away is empty. You can't scatter it ." Master said, "As you go !"
After spreading the seeds, a few birds will fly to eat.
"It's terrible! The seeds are all eaten by birds !" The monk was so anxious.
"It's okay! !" Master said, "Meet with me !"
A shower in the middle of the night, the monk rushed into the Zen Room early in the morning:
"Master! This is the end! A lot of grass seeds are washed away by rain !"
"Where to go, where to sprout !" Master said, "Sui Yuan !"
More than half a month has passed.
A lot of green grass grows on the bare ground, and some corners that haven't been planted have become green.
The monk was so happy that he shot his hand directly.
Master nodded !"
(From Reader, Issue 1, 7th)