Miscanthus Field Valley

The granddaughter buried three soybeans, watered them, turned over the soil every day, and made a wish to the flower pot: "You will grow up quickly." A month later, there was still no movement. She dug up the soil out of frustration and found that the shells of the beans had swollen and cracked, and the curled buds were trying to push open the seed coat. She froze and gently returned the soil without urging it any further. On the day when the awns were planted, the bean sprouts suddenly shot up half a foot high, with a dewdrop on the tip of the leaf - reflecting the sky and her own surprised eyes lying on the window sill. She suddenly remembered her grandmother's words: "The more you stare at some things, the more they won't show you."