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This Friday brought a mix of emotions — both excitement and disappointment — all because of a flyer (传单) from school. When I got home, Mum saw the flyer in my hand and asked, "What's this?"

"A fly er 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.

I paused my drawing, the pencil hovering above the paper. Roots don't grow down, but out... As I continued sketching the pine tree's needles on the paper, Mr. Weston's comment lingered in my mind. It was as if he was giving me a piece of advice without directly speaking about the art camp.

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Perhaps I could learn something valuable from the pine tree.

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1.你参与活动的具体体验；

2.你的感悟与收获。

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A Virtual Tour around China

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"Can I sit next to you?" she asked, looking around nervously. I understood3: the bus was filled with muscle men. I4the seat beside me, and we sat5for about fifteen minutes.

Then, we introduced ourselves. Anara, my travel companion, was pleasant yet shy. As she spoke, I realized her nervousness was6. With the journey continuing, the dark snowy road added to the7, the bus shaking as snow fell heavily. Seeing Anara quietly crying, I8but finally offered, "Do you want some chocolate?"

To my surprise, she9my chocolate bar and shared her story. Then, I knew Anara was10about her rushed decision to find her mum she had never seen before. "I just want to visit her," she said, "to11if she loves me. I want to be12, even just a little."

As we parted, I hugged her tightly. I13her courage in seeking happiness. Courage isn't the14of fear; it's facing the unknown with an open heart. The road teaches us to be15in our pursuit of what truly matters.

Lead author Dr Zeynep Nas said, "Food fussiness is common among children and can be a major source of anxiety for parents and caregivers, who often blame themselves for this behaviour or are blamed by others. "We hope our finding that fussy eating is largely inborn may help to ease parental blame. This behaviour is not a result of parenting."

Senior author Dr Clare Llewellyn said, "While genetic factors are the major influence for food fussiness, environment also plays a supporting role. Environmental factors, such as sitting down together as a family to eat meals, may only be significant in toddlerhood (蹒跚学步期); While environmental factors, such as individual personal experiences (e.g., having different friends), become more influential in later years." This suggests that interventions (干预) to help children eat a wider range of foods, such as repeatedly exposing children to the same foods regularly and offering a variety of fruits and vegetables, may be most effective in the very early years. Unique environmental factors accounted for about a quarter of individual differences between children in fussy eating by ages 7 and 13, the researchers estimated.

Among the study limitations, the researchers noted that there were fewer participants at age 7 compared to other time points and that the study sample (样本) had a large percentage of white British households of higher social economic backgrounds compared to the general population of England and Wales. In future, the team said, research should focus on non-western populations where food culture, parental feeding practices and food security may be quite different.

Famed documentary filmmaker Ken Burns recently said, "As we got to know him… he was among the highest individuals in America; I'm talking about the level of Abraham Lincoln, Martin Luther King Jr., and Thomas Jefferson — people who have had a transformational effect on who we are."

So where is the quote from? Well, John Muir was a productive writer. Whether he was writing poetry or simply letters to his family, John Muir was always putting pen to paper. The quote is from within one of his many letters written to his sister:

Jiang Hui was born into a poor family in Santai County, a mountainous area in Mianyang. His parents, both farmers with calloused hands and sun-wrinkled faces, struggled to make ends meet by planting rice and corn on the barren hillside. The thatched-roof house they lived in leaked whenever it rained, and the only electrical appliance was a 14-inch black-and-white TV that often broke down.

Life during high school was even harder. To save money for textbooks, Jiang Hui never bought breakfast. At noon, while classmates rushed to the canteen for hot meals, he would slip back to the empty classroom, take out a 2-yuan instant noodle from his worn-out schoolbag, and eat it quickly with cold water from the tap. In the evening, after self-study, he would linger at the school gate food stand, hesitating for a long time before buying a steamed bun-his only dinner, which he would break into small pieces and chew for 10 minutes to make it "last longer."

But poverty never dimmed his desire to learn. He woke up at 4:30 every morning, tiptoeing to the school corridor where the streetlights were still on, and read English words aloud in a low voice to avoid disturbing others. At night, he was the last to leave the classroom, studying by the dim light until the guard urged him to go. His winter coat was too thin to keep out the cold, so he would pace back and forth while reciting texts to stay warm; his shoes, with holes in the soles, were stuffed with newspaper to keep his feet from getting wet on rainy days. When he felt hungry, he drank water to fill his stomach; when he was tired, he splashed cold water on his face.

Three years of unremitting efforts finally bore fruit. On a sweltering July afternoon, a postman rode his bicycle to the village, shouting Jiang Hui's name. The admission letter from North China Electric Power University, with its red seal, glittered like a precious gem in his trembling hands.

Paragraph 1: Holding the admission letter, Jiang Hui stood under the old banyan tree at the village entrance, unable to move.

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Paragraph 2: Two months later, on the day Jiang Hui left for university, the first ray of sunlight had just painted the mountain tops gold when the village alley was already bustling.

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