Several times my daughter had telephoned to say, "Mum, you must come and see the daffodils(水仙花) before they are over."

I wanted to go, but it was a two-hour drive from Lake Arrowhead. "I will go next Tuesday," I promised, a little unwillingly, on her third call. 
   The next Tuesday dawned cold and rainy. Still, I had promised, and so I drove there. When I finally walked into Carolynˈs house and hugged and greeted my grandchildren, I said, "Forget the daffodils, Carolyn! The road is invisible(看不见的) in the cloud and fog, and there is nothing in the world except you and these children that I want to see!" 
     My daughter smiled calmly and said, "We drive in such weather all the time, Mum. You will never forgive yourself if you miss this experience." 
     After about twenty minutes, we turned onto a small road and on the far side of a small church, I saw a hand-lettered sign that read " Daffodil Garden". We got out of the car and each took a childˈs hand, and I followed Carolyn down the path. Then, we turned a corner of the path, and I looked up amazed. Before me lay the most beautiful sight. Flows of flowers of different colors seemed poured down the peak and slopes. There were five acres of flowers! A sea of daffodil! It was like a fairyland all beyond description.

"But who has done this?" I asked Carolyn. "Itˈs just one woman," Carolyn answered. Thatˈs her home. "Carolyn pointed to a well-kept A-frame house that looked small and modest in the midst of all that glory. We walked up to the house. On the patio(露台), we saw a poster. “Answers to the Questions I Know You Are Asking" was the headline.  The first answer was a simple one. "50,000 bulbs(鳞茎)" it read. The second answer was, "One at a time, by one woman." The third answer was, "Began in 1958." 

I thought of this woman whom I had never met, who, more than fifty years before, had begun—one bulb at a time—to bring beauty and joy to this remote mountain top. Just planting one bulb at a time, year after year, had changed the world where she lived and created something of magnificence, beauty, and inspiration.

When we multiply tiny pieces of time with small amounts of daily effort, we too can accomplish great things. Everyone can do something to change the world.

(1) The writer wasn’t going to see the daffodils at first because ______.

A. she cared more about the children.

B. they were on a remote mountain top.

C. the weather was not good enough.

D. it was not easy for her to drive there.

(2) What do we know from the passage about the woman who grew daffodil?

A. She must have been a modest woman.

B. She worked as a professional gardener.

C. She grew the daffodils over 50 years by herself.

D. Being poor, she made a living by selling daffodils.

(3) What has the writer learned from this experience?

A. Itˈs never too late to learn.

B.  Nothing is too difficult if you put your heart into it.

C. People can change the world where they live by growing flowers.

D. Accumulation of small steps may lead to something magnificent.

(4) Which may be the best title for the passage?

A. An Unforgettable Experience.

B. A woman and Daffodils.

C.  The Daffodil Garden.

D. One bulb grown, magnificence dawns.