It was a cold, rainy day. My mother and I drove to the mountains. It was dangerous to make the two-hour journey along the highway in such weather. I didn't want to take the risk. But my mother advised that we go to see something at the top of the mountain.
After ten minutes' driving, we stopped the car and got out. Walking along a path, we turned at a comer. Gradually, the peace and silence of the place began to fill my mind. From the top of the mountain, I saw several fields full of flowers, shining like a carpet （地毯）before us. It looked as if the sun spilled （播洒）gold down the mountain.
A lot of questions came to my mind. Who created such beauty? Why? How?
As we moved on, we saw a sign that read, "Answers to the Questions I Know You Are Asking. "
The first answer was, "One Woman一Two Hands, Two Feet, and Very Little Brain. " The second was, "One at a Time. " The third, "Started in 1971. "
On our way home, I was so shocked by what we had seen. "She changed the world. One bulb （一株）at a time. She started almost 50 years ago. It was probably just the beginning of an idea, but she kept at it. " I said, "Imagine, if I had a dream and worked at it, just a little bit every day, what might I have achieved?"
My mother looked at me, smiling. "Start tomorrow. " She said, " Better yet, start today. "
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