None of my friends are going to the art camp. Despite my 1 for drawing, I decided not to go because I had a hard time jumping into something with no 2 faces around.
Sitting under the bright sun, I thought about the art camp and wished I felt a little braver. To distract myself, I started sketching a pine. 3 myself I was happy to skip the camp, I drew the pine's strong trunk and 4 the graceful branches, making sure the upper ones 5 gently toward the sun, At this time, Mr. Weston, my neighbor 6 , "You've done a great job capturing the strength of that tree on paper." He added, "Actually, you have to spread out the 7 near the surface so the tree can get enough water and grow tall. If you 8 the root ball too deep, the tree withers (凋零). I learned that root grow out, not down from my experience of planting pine trees." "That 9 ," I said. I made adjustments to the root part and then added shading to the branches to give them depth. "You have a good 10 ," Mr. Weston said, and then nodded goodbye.
I thought about what Mr. Weston told me as I 11 at the towering pine. I'd never realized how 12 a tree's roots stretch outward. It made me think about art camp and my own roots. I wasn't stretching them out at all. 13 , I was planting myself into one deep spot because it felt safer. I 14 realized that if I wanted to grow, I had to start reaching out too. That night, I took a deep breath and filled in the 15 for art camp.
