When I was in the {#blank#}1{#/blank#} (九) grade, luckily, I was chosen to be the princess in the school play. For weeks my mother had helped me practice my lines. But {#blank#}2{#/blank#} (一旦) on the stage, every word disappeared from my head. Then my teacher asked me to change my role to be a narrator (解说者) for the play.

    {#blank#}3{#/blank#} (尽管) I didn't tell my mother what had happened that day, she noticed my unhappiness. She asked if I wanted to take a walk in the garden.

    It was a lovely spring day. We could see several dandelions (蒲公英) {#blank#}4{#/blank#} (在…中间) the grass. I watched my mother bend down by one of the dandelions. "I think I'll dig up all these weeds (野草)," she said. "From now on, we'll only have roses in this garden."

    "But I like dandelions," I disagreed. "All flowers are beautiful-even dandelions!"

    My mother looked {#blank#}5{#/blank#} (严肃地) at me. "Yes, every flower gives pleasure in its {#blank#}6{#/blank#} (自己的) way, doesn't it?" she asked thoughtfully. I nodded. "And that is true of people, too," she added.

    When I {#blank#}7{#/blank#}(意识到) that she had guessed my pain, I started to cry and told her the {#blank#}8{#/blank#} (真相). "But you will be a wonderful narrator," she said, reminding me of how much I loved to read stories aloud.

    Thanks to my mother's encouragement, I got to know everybody had his or her {#blank#}9{#/blank#} (价值) in the world. I felt {#blank#}10{#/blank#} (骄傲的) of the role in the play.

—B{#blank#}1{#/blank#} it's interesting.