When I was in the (five) grade, I was picked to be the princess (公主) in the school play.
For weeks my mother helped me practice my sentences. But once during a performance, every word disappeared from my head. So my teacher asked me to change the roles and be the narrator (解说). I didn't tell my mother what had happened that day, she felt my unhappiness and asked if I wanted to take a walk in the yard.
It was a lovely spring day. We could see dandelions (蒲公英) ming out (穿过）the grass, just like a painter had touched our woods and fields with bits of gold. I watched my mother carelessly bend down by some flowers. "I think I am going to dig up all the wild grass," she said. "But I like dandelions, all flowers are beautiful—even dandelions!"
I said. My mother look at me (serious). "Yes, every flower shines in (it) own way. And that is true for people, too," she said. She had guessed my pain I started to cry and told her the (true). "You will be a beautiful narrator," she said, reminding me of how I loved to read stories aloud to her. I felt much (good) than before.
Over the next few weeks, I learned to take in the role. The big day finally came. A few minutes the play, my teacher came over to me. "Your mother asked me to give this to you.," she said, handing me a dandelion, After the play, I took the flower home, laughing that I was perhaps the only person who would keep such wild grass.
