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This Friday brought a mix of emotions—both excitement and disappointment—all because of a flyer from school. When I got home, Mum saw the flyer in my hand and asked, “What's this ”
“A flyer for a five-day art camp,” I explained. “But Emily can't go.”
“Would you like to attend ”Mum asked. “You've always loved art.” Her words reminded me of what Emily had said earlier: “Tessa, you're the real artist. My brother thought the roses I painted were rocket ships.”I sighed. Mum patted my back. She knew I had a hard time jumping into something with no familiar faces around. “Maybe next year.”
“Maybe,” I echoed. Then I told Mum I wanted to go outside to draw the Westons' pine tree( 松树 ). She nodded with an encouraging smile.
As I walked into the bright sunshine, I couldn't help but think about the art camp. I wished I felt a little bit braver. Emily could make friends with a whole bus of kids in ten minutes, but my stomach felt like a little boat tossed in a heavy storm when I was surrounded by strangers... By the time I started drawing, I had made up my mind to forget about the art camp.
I began by drawing the pine tree's strong and straight trunk, and then added the beautiful branches, making sure the upper ones lifted gently towards the sun. Lost in my work, I jumped when I heard Mr. Weston speak up, “You’ve done a great job showing the strength of that tree on paper.”
“Thanks,” I smiled, glancing up.
As I drew the needles to the branches, Mr. Weston told me something I never knew about pines: If you plant the root ball too deep, the tree dies. Their roots grow out, not down—to get enough water and grow tall.
“You have a good eye, Tessa.”With these words, Mr. Weston nodded goodbye.
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Paragraph 1:
His words made me pause and think.
Paragraph 2:
The next Monday, I signed up for the camp.
官方范文一，
His words made me pause and think. As I reflected on his wisdom, I realized that I had been burying my own roots too deep, suffocating my growth and potential, no matter how often I was told about my talent in drawing. I had always unknowingly turned a deaf ear, forgetting to spread my roots outward, to seek nourishment and reach for the sky. Encouraged by Mr. Weston’s words, I decided to reassess my approach to life and started branching out.
The next Monday, I signed up for the camp. Once I was there, I discovered that I didn’t have to be like Emily, jumping into some unfamiliar faces around to prove I was a real artist. From landscapes to portraits, and water color to oil painting, each brushstroke on the canvas was proof and brought me a lot of attention I had never experienced before. I began to make friends with other kids, the boat in my stomach rocking gently in calm waters. It was here that I truly flourished, drawing my own way to reach out for a whole new world.
官方范文二，
His words made me pause and think. Mr. Weston’s comment lingered in my mind as I continued sketching the pine tree’s needles onto the paper. “If you plant the root ball too deep, the tree dies. Their roots grow out, not down — to get enough water and grow tall.” It was as if he was giving me a piece of advice without directly speaking about the art camp. Maybe, just like the pine, I needed to reach out and grow in a different direction to flourish. When I told Mum my decision later that evening, she pulled me into a warm hug, saying, “I’m so proud of you, Tessa. You’re going to have an amazing time.”
The next Monday, I signed up for the camp. The first day of the camp was nerve-wracking. I felt like that little boat in a storm again as I walked into a room full of unfamiliar faces. But as the days went by, I found myself opening up, making friends with other campers who shared my love for art, and together, we explored new techniques and styles. I even tried sculpting and created a small figure that I was proud of. The camp ended too soon, but I left with a newfound confidence in myself and new friendships. As I looked back at the pine tree in the Westons’ yard, I realized that, just like the tree, I had grown and reached new heights during those five days.
官方范文三，
His words made me pause and think. As I reflected on Mr. Weston’s words, the analogy of pine roots growing out, not down, struck a chord with me deeply. Perhaps I could learn something valuable from stepping beyond my comfort zone, just like the tree’s need to spread its roots to grow tall. Surprisingly, even in the absence of my best friend, the idea of the art camp now seemed so appealing. Fueled by this newfound understanding, I eagerly shared my insights with Mum, who listened attentively as I poured out my thoughts. With her approving nod and encouraging gaze, I felt a surge of determination and confidence to embrace the camp as an opportunity for artistic exploration and growth.
The next Monday, I signed up for the camp. As I handed in my registration form, the initial disappointment I felt gradually gave way to a thrilling sense of anticipation, fueled by the countless possibilities awaiting me. Throughout the camp, I immersed myself in interactive workshops, eagerly absorbing new techniques and connecting with fellow art enthusiasts like me. It turned out that the strangers I was initially afraid of were already my friends. From this experience, I realized that embracing unfamiliarity and conquering fears can pave the way for remarkable personal growth and opportunities. The towering pine tree in the Westons’ yard serves as a constant reminder that the strongest growth often springs from venturing into the unknown world.
参考范文一，
His words made me pause and think. Even trees knew to grow out and seek for more, so I couldn’t be worse than trees. All I did was to avoid trouble and shut myself down. Deep down, regret and anger gnawed me all the time. I wanted to pursue my dream of being an artist, I wanted to go to the art camp and I really wanted to learn from the masters. But I ruined it by saying I was afraid of strangers. No. I couldn’t hide in my world forever and it was time for me to go out and challenge myself. With confidence regained, I made up my mind.
The next Monday, I signed up for the camp. When I told Emily the news, she jumped with joy and congratulated me enthusiastically, “You did it. You can learn a lot in the camp. Good for you!” When the camp day came, I hopped into the bus with fear and worry. There was a bus of strangers there, talking and giggling. I forced a smile and took a seat, staring at the window outside. The journey was less terrifying and more tolerable than I had thought. Later, the art camp proved to be a success where I witnessed an improvement in my painting skills. More importantly, I knew I could get out my comfort zone and be a better version of myself.
参考范文二，
His words made me pause and think. Mr. Weston's unexpected compliment lingered in my mind as I continued sketching the pine tree. Maybe there was more to art than just drawing; perhaps it was about seeing things differently, about finding beauty and strength in unexpected places. I began to wonder if attending the art camp could be an opportunity to challenge myself, to step out of my comfort zone, and to discover new perspectives. Despite my initial hesitation, a spark of excitement ignited within me, urging me to reconsider my decision.
The next Monday, I signed up for the camp. Encouraged by Mr. Weston's words and motivated by the prospect of growth, I made the bold choice to embrace the unknown and seize the opportunity to explore my passion for art further. As I handed in the registration form, I felt a sense of determination and anticipation wash over me. I knew that stepping outside of my comfort zone would not be easy, but I was ready to face the challenge head-on. With newfound courage and a renewed sense of purpose, I looked forward to embarking on this artistic journey and discovering the stories waiting to be told through my artwork.

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