You Will Always Be My Teacher, Grandpa
Chitose was leaving for France to get further study. However, the last lesson was a disaster. Chitose and her grandpa had a huge fight. She arrived at the studio smiling and said, “Look Grandpa, I painted this portrait of you.” The man in the portrait had a lot of hair, stood straight, looked young, and smiled. Chitose might be talented enough to attend an art college in France, but she has a big weakness as an artist. When she paints a person, too often she paints an idealized image rather than the real person. Grandpa had been explaining this point to her for several months, but she just wouldn’t listen.
Grandpa got a little angry and said to her, “This is not me, and you are not a real artist.” She got angry too and said she didn’t care because she didn’t need him as a teacher anymore. Grandpa then showed her the portrait he had painted as her farewell gift and said, “This is the real you!” She took one look at it and said, “No, it isn’t!” and then left.
Grandpa gave the portrait of Chitose to her parents. He had done the portrait a couple of months before Chitose started changing her style, and he thinks it shows the high school student he taught for two years. When Grandpa painted it, she still had her natural curly hair. She was not wearing all the accessories (配饰) she has now, including the ring shaped earrings she loves. She also never wore makeup then. This was a Chitose with a fantastic future who knew she was still an amateur artist. But now she is getting older and wants to act and look more like an adult. However, she will never become a great artist if she stops learning.
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Chitose’s mom secretly put the portrait into one of Chitose’s suitcases when she left home for France.
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Chitose painted a portrait of her grandpa and herself.
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An 80-year-old man was sitting on the sofa in his house along with his 45-year-old son. Suddenly a crow (乌鸦) landed on their window.
The father asked his son, “What is this?” The son replied, “This is a crow.”
After a few minutes, the father asked his son for the second time, “What is this?” The son said, “Father, I told you just now. It’s a crow.”
After a little while, the father asked his son the same question for third time, “What is this?” This time, the son was irritated (生气) and said to his father in a low and cold tone, “It’s a crow, a crow.”
After a moment, the father yet again asked his son for the fourth time, “What is this?” This time his son shouted in his father, “Why do you keep asking me the same question again and again? I have told you already, ‘It’s a crow’. Are you not able to understand this?”
A minute later the father went to his room and came back with an old tattered(破旧的) diary, which he had kept since his son was born. On opening a page, he asked his son to read that page. When the read it, the following words were written in the diary:
“Today my little son aged three was sitting with me on the sofa when a crow suddenly landed on the window edge. My son asked me 23 times what it was, and I replied him 23 times that it was a crow. I hugged him lovingly each time he asked me the same question. I didn’t at all feel annoyed, but instead felt a deep affection for my innocent son.”
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After reading the diary,the son was in tears and began to reflect on the days when he used to sit together with his father.
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Feeling ashamed, the son got down on his knees before his father.
___________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________Father’s Day was in two weeks. I didn’t know what to get Dad. Last year I made him a photo album. This year I wanted to do something different.
At dinner, Dad accidentally dropped his favorite blue tie into his soup bowl. The tie was ruined. I suddenly knew what to get Dad for Father’s Day!
“How much does a tie cost?” I asked Mom the next morning.
“Depends,” she said.“ Some can cost twenty dollars. Do you have enough money. Carter?”
“No, ” I said sadly.
When I got to my room to change into my school clothes I noticed a hole in my shirt.
“Mom, I need you to sew(缝补) my shirt, I said loudly, rushing out the door to the school bus.
At school I picked at the hole in my shirt. I thought about how I could come up with enough money to buy a tie. I took a deep sigh, and played with the hold some more. As the hole grew in size, an idea sprung into my mind.
After coming home from school, I dug through my closet trying to find other worn clothes.
“Mom! "I yelled down the hall heading towards her.
Can I cut these clothes up to make Dad a patchwork(拼缝) tie for Father’s Day?” I pointed out the holes to Mom.
“ I guess,” he said.
“And,” I added, “Can you show me how to sew and make tiny stitches(针脚)?”
“Yes, Carter. Let s start now before Dad gets home.” Mom said, heading for her sewing supplies.
I followed Moms instructions and started making a patchwork tie. I gently pressed my foot on the foot pedal(缝纫机脚踏板) . Suddenly, the needle stopped and the machine made a horrible sound. “No!” I said.
“Try again, Carter, ” Mom instructed.
I took a deep breath and gently applied the pedal again. Unluckily, I failed again.
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“Forget it! I can’t do this!” I cried and went to my room.
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On Father’s Day I handed Dad a small box.
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Thanks to my conservative(保守的）family background,I didn't believe in angels(天使）.That is,not until Christmas Eve of 1979, when an angel brought unexpected joy to my home.
After divorce,my two daughters not only lost the safety of a whole family,they also tearfully(泪汪汪地）left behind neighborhood friends, a familiar school, and a large house. These had all been replaced with a narrow two-bedroom apartment in a poorer part of town .
I arranged to take my vacation during my children's winter holiday. We spent evenings planning activities: games, a pizza night , and evening car rides to view neighborhood holiday lights .With expectation , they seemed to be in good spirits .
The week before the school break, however, I was fired because of the company's poor performance. By Christmas Eve,sadness covered our vacation plans. An afternoon outing did little to improve our mood .
On returning to our apartment, we were astonished to see a beautiful,six-foot Christmas tree propped(支撑）against our front door. In silent wonder, we looked back and forth, from the tree to one another and around the empty street. Excitement built,and the girls begged to keep the tree.
"Maybe it's for us,"my older daughter guessed.
"Yeah,"repeated my younger child,"I bet an angel brought it to us!"
I laughed aloud at the idea of an angel bringing a Christmas tree to my family. Caught up in their happiness, I announced the tree "ours".
We moved it inside and headed out to the only upermarkets in our small town open that late on Christmas Eve. With holiday goods down to half price,I agreed to buy a tree stand(底座）,two boxes of colorful balls , some colorful lights , and one paper angel.
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Back home , we moved "our" tree into our tiny living room .
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The annual winter holiday became a family tradition.
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Frank Mason opened a new art gallery. He intended to use the gallery to showcase the best artworks from local artists, many of whom deserved to be more well-known. He hanged a highly detailed landscape by Sheila, his favorite artist. It was valuable as she had disappeared several years ago.
A few years later, Frank had grown his gallery into a business. One cold day, Frank stood at the window and watched the strong winds send snow down the street outside. He noticed a woman standing outside. Snowflakes covered her shoulders. He opened the door and greeted her. The woman shook her head. “I haven’t got any money. I just wanted to get out of the snow for a bit. w Frank felt bad for her being stuck out in the cold.
“Do you like art?” he asked. “I love art. Unfortunately, I can only afford to visit free galleries. The lady quickly spoke out a few names. Frank was surprised to hear she loved many of the same little-known artists he did. He would never expect this poor woman to have such a good understanding of art and he noticed the woman’s hands trembled severely.
“Don’t mind my shivers (颤抖),” she said “I’ve struggled to get medication since I lost my home. Frank felt a rush of sympathy. He showed her around the gallery and finally decided to end the tour with his favorite piece. He opened the door to the room that contained his private collection.The woman pointed to the landscape on display. “That’s mine,” she said “I painted that. ”
“What?” Frank was shocked. The woman showed Frank her social security card.
“You’re one of my favorite artists. What happened to you?” Frank asked. “I developed Parkinson’s disease (帕金森病).” Sheila sighed. “I couldn’t paint anymore.” Frank offered her a job helping to care for his children and live with his family in order to cure her disease.
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Sheila looked up at him in surprise.
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One day, Sheila called Frank into her room to show him something.
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When I was in high school, my art teacher asked me to participate in a regional painting competition. I hesitated at first. Although I loved art, I had always painted for myself, not for contests or recognition. My family, who had moved from Mexico, encouraged me to express our culture through my art, but I was unsure about exposing my work to the public. Painting was a personal journey for me, a way to connect with my roots and express my emotions.
But my teacher saw something in my paintings that I hadn’t. She said, “Your work tells a story, a vibrant narrative of your heritage and dreams. You should share it with the world.” Motivated by her confidence in me, I decided to take the leap.
I chose the theme of ‘Migration’ for my painting. It was a tribute to my family’s journey from Mexico to the United States, a blend of colors and emotions depicting both the struggles and hopes of moving to a new land. I poured my heart into that canvas, each stroke representing a piece of my story.
As I worked, I found myself lost in the memories and experiences of my family. The more I painted, the more I understood the sacrifices they had made for me. My doubts turned into determination. I wanted this painting not just to be seen but to be felt. I stayed up late for several nights, perfecting every detail, ensuring that every color and every line conveyed the emotions I felt so deeply.
When I finally finished, I was no longer concerned about winning. The painting was a part of me, a representation of my family’s journey and my growth as an artist.
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The day of the competition arrived, and my heart was racing as I displayed my painting among the others.
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2. 观看感受；
3. 意见建议。
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“Charming China” Photographic Exhibition is perfectly fantastic.
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