One summer afternoon, when I was about eight years of age, I was looking at a beautiful rainbow. Somebody said, "If you should go to the 1 of the rainbow, you would find there great pots of gold and silver." Without 2 , I rushed from the house, and set off toward the woods.
I was so sure that I knew just 3 that rainbow ended. I remembered how glad and proud I was in my thoughts, and what fine presents I promised to all my friends out of my 4 . So thinking and laying delightful plans, almost before I knew it I had 5 the thick forest, and the end of the rainbow was not there! 6 I saw it shining down among the trees a little farther off; so on and on I 7 , through the thick bushes and 8 rapid streams. The woods grew thicker and darker, and the ground wetter. Suddenly I met in my way a 9 porcupine（豪猪）, who made himself still larger when he saw me. Fearing that he would attack me, I ran from him as fast as my 10 feet would carry me. In my 11 and hurry I forgot to keep my eye on the rainbow, and when, at last, I 12 and looked for it, it was nowhere in sight! It had quite 13 away. I burst into tears, for I had lost all my 14 and had nothing to show for my pilgrimage（朝圣之旅）but muddy feet and a wet and torn body.
But I soon found that my 15 had only begun: I was lost! I could not tell which was east or west, but 16 about here and there, crying and calling, though I knew that no one could 17 me. All at once I heard my nickname called, so I jumped up. It was my eldest brother. He hugged and kissed away all my tears, and then he told me what the rainbow 18 is: "It is only painted air, and does not 19 on the earth. But it tells us something more. When you set off on a pilgrimage, you will be 20 by the rainbow through all the dark places of this world to treasures in your heart, better, far better, than silver or gold."
