I wandered in the park. The park bench was1as I sat down to read beneath the long, straggly (蔓延的) branches of an old willow tree. I was disappointed by life with2 reason to frown, for the world was intent on dragging me down.
As if that weren't enough to ruin my day, a young boy out of 3approached me, all tired from play. He stood right before me and said with great excitement, "Look what I found!"
In his hand was a flower, and what a 4 sight, with its petals(花瓣) all worn — not enough rain, or too little light. I 5a small smile, wanting him to take his dead flower and leave, and then.
But instead of leaving he sat next to my side and placed the flower to his nose and declared with surprise, "It surely smells pretty and it's beautiful, too. That's why I picked it; here, it's for you."
The weed before me was dying or dead. Not brilliant colors, orange, yellow or red. But I knew I must take it, or he might never leave. So I reached for the flower, and replied, "Just what I need."
But 6 him placing the flower in my hand, he held it mid-air without 7 or plan. It was then that I noticed for the very first time, that young boy could not see: he was blind.
My voice8, and tears shone like the sun as I thanked him for picking the very best one. "You're welcome," he smiled, and then ran off to play, not 9 of the impact he'd had on my day.
I sat there and wondered how he 10 to see a self-pitying woman beneath an old willow tree. How did he 11 my difficult situation? 12from his heart, he'd been blessed with true 13.
At last I could see, through the eyes of a blind child, the problem was not with the 14; the problem was me. And for all of those times I myself had been 15, I vowed(发誓) to see beauty, and appreciate every second that's mine.
I held that wilted(枯萎) flower up to my nose and breathed in the fragrance of a beautiful rose and smiled as that young boy.
