阅读下面短文，从所给的A、B、C、D四个选项中选出最佳选项。
I still couldn't get my poems published(出版). It made me feel sad to think I would never be famous. My dream(梦想) broke into pieces and I even wanted to give up although I loved poems.
I rushed out for a drink and met my old friend Standard. He greeted me and introduced his friend Hautboy to me. This new person looked nothing special —a short and fat forty-year-old man.
However, during the talk, I found I couldn't get my eyes off Hautboy. He seemed to enjoy everything we talked, and his laugh had the magic to make people around happy.
"I wish I were as happy as Hautboy," I told Standard after Hautboy left for a moment. "But we are different. Having such happiness is only because he is a common person. How could I, with big dreams, be like him?"
"Do you really think he's common?" Standard asked. I felt a little surprised. What was so special about that short, fat man?
When Hautboy was back again, he invited us to his place.
"If you promise to play the violin for us, we will." said Standard.
Violin! Was he a musician? I felt even more surprised.
Then we went to Hautboy's house. We watched him take out his old violin and play several pieces. The music he played was so beautiful that I was lost in it, and even forgot all my sadness.
Walking on the way back home, I asked Standard who this Hautboy really was.
"He was an amazing musician," said Standard, "He gave concerts from city to city in the past. One day, however, he said he was so tired and planned to do what he really loved. He started to give violin lessons to children. Although few people know him now, he is happier than ever before."
As Standard told me his real name, I couldn't be more surprised, "What? I know him. I cheered for that very name in the theatre when I was a child." At that moment, I felt ▲ .
The next day, I picked up my pen and continued(继续)writing poems, my lifelong love.
