When I was in Grade Three, I was chosen to play the lead role in the school play.
For weeks my mother helped me1my lines (台词), but once on stage, every word disappeared2my head. Then my teacher asked me to change3 and be the narrator.
Although I didn't tell my 4what had happened that day, she5my unhappiness and asked if I wanted to take a walk in the yard.
It was a lovely6day. It was warm. In the yard all the flowers came out. We could see lots of dandelions (蒲公英) dancing among the colorful flowers. How beautiful they were! I watched my mother carelessly bend down by some flowers. "I think I am going to7all the useless grass." She said.
"But I like dandelions," I said, "All flowers are 8 —even dandelions".
My mother looked at me9"Yes, every flower shines in its own way, doesn't it?" she said. I nodded. "So that is10of people, too." She added.
She had guessed my11 I started to cry and told her the truth.
"You will be a great narrator." She said. Then she told me 12I loved to read stories to her when I was in Grade One.
Over the next few13I learned to take pride in the role. The big day finally14.A few minutes before the play, my teacher came over to me. "Your mother asked me to give this to you," she said, passing me a dandelion. After the play, I took the flower home, laughing that I was perhaps15 person who would keep such a common dandelion.
