It was a lovely spring day and the rose vine on the trellis was turning green. Under the huge elm trees, we could see yellow dandelions popping through the grass in bunches, as if a painter had touched our landscape with dabs of gold .I watched my mother casually bend down by one of the clumps. "I think I'm going to dig up all these weeds, "she said, yanking a blossom up by its roots."From now on, we'll have only roses in this garden."
那真是一个可爱的春日，棚架上蔷薇的藤蔓正在转青。在一些高大的榆树下面，我们可以看到，一丛丛黄色的蒲公英冒出草坪，仿佛是一位画家为了给眼前的美景增色而着意加上的点点金色。我看到母亲在一簇花丛旁漫不经心地弯下身来。"我看得把这些野草都拨了，"她说着，一边使劲把一丛蒲公英连根拨出。"往后咱这园子里只让长蔷薇花。"
"But I like dandelions, "I protested. "All flowers are beautiful-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, pleased that I had won her over. "And that is true of people too, "she added." Not everyone can be a princess, but there is no shame in that."
可是我喜欢蒲公英，"我不满地说，"凡是花都好看--蒲公英也不例外。"母亲严肃地看着我。"噢，这么说，每朵花都自有它令人赏心悦目的地方喽？"她若有所思地问道。我点了点头，总算说服了母亲，这使我很得意。"可是人也一样呀，"母亲接着又发话，"不见得人人都能当公主，但当不了公主并不丢脸。"
Relieved that she had guessed my pain, I started to cry as I told her what had happened. She listened and smiled reassuringly.
母亲猜到了我的苦恼，这使我的情绪安定下来。我哭了起来，把事情的经过讲给母亲听。母亲专注地听着，脸上带着安详的微笑。 "But you will be a beautiful narrator, " she said , reminding me of how much I loved to read stories aloud to her . "The narrator's part is every bit as important as the part of a princess.
"但你会成为一名顶呱呱的解说员，"母亲又说。她说平常我是多么喜欢朗诵故事给她听，还说"从哪方面看，旁白这个角色都和公主那个角色一样重要"。