When I was in the third grade, I was chosen to be the princess in the school play. For weeks my mother had helped me practice my lines. But once on the stage, every word 1 from my head. Then my teacher asked me to change my role to be a narrator (解说者) for the play. 2 I didn’t tell my mother what had happened that day, she noticed my 3 and asked if I wanted to take a walk in the garden. It was a lovely spring day. We could see dandelions (蒲 公英) popping 4 the grass in bunches (束). I watched my mother bend down by one of the bunches. “I think I’ll dig up all these weeds,” she said. “From now on, we’ll 5 have roses in this garden.” “But I like dandelions,” I protested (抗议). “All flowers are 6 -even dandelions!” My mother looked at me seriously. “Yes, every flower gives pleasure in its own way, doesn’t it?” she asked thoughtfully. I nodded. “And that is 7 of people, too,” she added.