Growing flowers in your heart

Growing Flowers in Your Heart
An aged man lived in a nice cottage[ˈkɑːtɪdʒ]小屋;(尤指)村舍，小别墅 with a large garden in a town in England. He is seen busy looking after his flowers all the time.
One day a young painter went by this garden. He was deeply attracted by the beautiful flowers,imaging [ˈɪmɪdʒɪŋ]成像 how happy he could be if he lived there. Then,suddenly he found the old gardener was blind.
The painter was very surprised to ask, "Why are you busy tending these flowers which you can't see? "
The blind gardener smiled, answering, “I can tell you four reasons.First, I was a gardener when I was young, and I really like this job.Second,although I can't see these flowers,yet I can touch them. Third,I can smell the sweetness of them. As to the last one,that's you."
＂Me? But you don't know me. " responded[rɪˈspɑːndɪd]回应 the painter.“
Yeah, it's true that l don't know you. But I know flowers are earthly angels which everyone knows and would never turn them down. I know many people who show enthusiasm [ɪnˈθuːziæzəm]热情 in life would stop by and the beauty of my garden will get them into a good mood. In the meantime [ˈmiːntaɪm]同时, it also extends [ɪkˈstendz] 延伸a chance to me to have a word with you here and to enjoy the happiness these flowers have brought us. "
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. He grows flowers in his heart. I suppose although failing the sight of the beauty of blossoming,he surely can hear the voice of it.