The old man's words astounded me a great deal with pleasure. The blind man grows flowers and serves them as a link of minds so as to make everybody enjoy the glorious sunshine in spring. He can't see the beauty he's created, however, this delightful prospect has had our eyes feasted, our environmentembellished(修饰,装饰)and our hearts pleased, which the other way around has also enriched his life. Just like Beethoven with failed eyes, however, composed a sea of heart-gripping melodies. Beethoven himself couldn’t hear his wonderful music. But these classics have passed on through decades and inspired millions of people to take arms against the fate. Isn't it one kind of happiness?
The blind people in the garden is alone but not lonely. All the flower-appreciators are his friends; all flowers are his neighbours. These flowers sleep in the bosom of moonlight and wake up with the dew's kiss. When sun shines, the bees hum and buzz by his window with a light greeting. Just think about this lovely picture a little bit, wont shed joyful tears?
I believe every flower has eyes with which they can see the kindness of the old man's heart and the sweetness of his soul. The blind man grows flowers in his heart. Failing the sight of the beauty of blossoming, he surely can hear the voice of it, I suppose.
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