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一片鲜花盛开的田野，让一个女人看到了世界的可能;一个秘密的花园，无意间却给了她重要的人生启迪——贵在坚持。这个启迪或许将会激发她改变自己今后的人生道路。因此，对于她来说，这一次际遇是一次真正改变人生的“机遇”。
It was a cold， rainy day， and I didnt want to drive up the mountain road to my daughter’s house. But she had suggested I come to see something at the top of the mountain.
So here I was， reluctantly making the two?hour journey through fog. By the time I saw how thick it was near the top， Id gone too far to turn back. I thought nothing could be worth this as I drove slowly along the dangerous highway.
“Ill stay for lunch， but Im going back down as soon as the fog lifts，” I said when I arrived. But my daughter still wanted me to have a look there.
After ten minutes， we got to the top. We walked along a path that was thick with old pine needles. Huge black?green evergreens towered over us. Little by little， the peace and silence of the place began to fill my mind.
Then we turned a corner and stopped—and I felt so amazed. From the top of the moun?
tain， sloping for several acres across folds and valleys， were rivers of flowers. It looked like a carpet before us. And it looked as though the sun had spilled gold down the mountainside.
A lot of questions filled my mind. Who created such beauty？ Why？ How？
As we came to the home， we saw a sign that read， “Answers to the Questions I Know You Are Asking. One Woman—Two Hands， Two Feet， and Very Little Brain. One Bulb
一片鲜花盛开的田野，让一个女人看到了世界的可能;一个秘密的花园，无意间却给了她重要的人生启迪——贵在坚持。这个启迪或许将会激发她改变自己今后的人生道路。因此，对于她来说，这一次际遇是一次真正改变人生的“机遇”。
It was a cold， rainy day， and I didnt want to drive up the mountain road to my daughter’s house. But she had suggested I come to see something at the top of the mountain.
So here I was， reluctantly making the two?hour journey through fog. By the time I saw how thick it was near the top， Id gone too far to turn back. I thought nothing could be worth this as I drove slowly along the dangerous highway.
“Ill stay for lunch， but Im going back down as soon as the fog lifts，” I said when I arrived. But my daughter still wanted me to have a look there.
After ten minutes， we got to the top. We walked along a path that was thick with old pine needles. Huge black?green evergreens towered over us. Little by little， the peace and silence of the place began to fill my mind.
Then we turned a corner and stopped—and I felt so amazed. From the top of the moun?
tain， sloping for several acres across folds and valleys， were rivers of flowers. It looked like a carpet before us. And it looked as though the sun had spilled gold down the mountainside.
A lot of questions filled my mind. Who created such beauty？ Why？ How？
As we came to the home， we saw a sign that read， “Answers to the Questions I Know You Are Asking. One Woman—Two Hands， Two Feet， and Very Little Brain. One Bulb