It was a lovely spring day.We could see dandelions(蒲公英）popping through the grass in bunches,as if a painter had touched our landscape with bits of gold.I watched my mother carelessly bend down by one of the bunches."I think I am going to dig up all these weeds,"she said."From now on,we'll have only roses in this garden."
"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."And that is true of people,too,"she added.
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