That day，I felt the world seemed wrong and I came to the park．The park bench（长凳） was free as I sat down．Just then a young boy out of breath ran towards me．He stood right before me with his head down and said with great excitement，"Look at what I found!"

In his hand was a flower，and what a pitiful（可怜的） sight，with its petals（花瓣） all worn-not enough rain，or too little light．Wanting him to take his dead flower and go off to play，I nodded （点头）．

But he sat next to me and smelt the flower．He said with surprise，"It surely smells pretty and it's beautiful，too．That's why I picked it．Here，it's for you．"

The flower before me was dying or dead．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 instead of placing the flower in my hand，he held it in the air．It was then that I noticed for the first time that the boy could not see：he was blind．

I was very surprised．I thanked him for picking the best one．"You are welcome，"he smiled，and then ran off to play．

Through the eyes of a blind child，at last I could see the problem was not with the world but the problem was me．And for all of those times I myself had been blind．

And then I held that flower up to my nose and breathed in the smell of a beautiful rose．

61．When a young boy ran towards the writer，she___．

A．was sleeping

B．was picking flower

C．was playing soccer

D．was sitting on the park bench．

62．The boy was very excited because he___．

A．saw the writer

B．found a flower

C．could play soccer

D．found his mother

63．The boy didn't put the flower in the writer's hand because___．

A．he was blind

B．he wanted to play jokes on her

C．he sat far from her

D．the flower was too beautiful

64．After the boy gave the flower to the writer，___．