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When I was a young girl, I used to love going adventuring. My dad always took me down to the bush every weekend and we collected many sticks and stones to add to our collection. I wasn’t like any ordinary girl as 1 loved the outdoors even as a young kid. I was never into dolls and tea parties.

Soon I became old enough to venture out on my own. When I ventured forth through the Australian bush land, I felt as if I was in heaven. There was nothing more beautiful than feeling the cool air brushing across my back. The leaves crushed beneath my feet at every step. I felt as if I was home.

As the sun dipped down beyond the horizon, there was nothing more to do than to head back home.On my way I heard a screeching(尖叫声). It was the most horrible sound I had ever heard in my life.Sure enough, I just had to investigate. In the dead of night, I headed towards the screech and came across a lake or river of some sort. Looking up and down the river, I couldn’t find a way to cross it. In much shame I decided to give up. It was about one o’clock in the morning and I thought my dad must be getting worried.

As I moved away from the lake, there was only one problem that I did not remember which direction I came from. My brain told me left but my instinct(直觉) told me right. In my past experiences I had always gone with my instinct. So of course I went with my instinct. As I walked off into the distance, I could see the sun breaking out in my distant view.


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After what seemed like hours, I felt a sigh of relief rush through my body.


“You are alive!” my dad shouted, “You are alive!”



































After what seemed like hours, I felt a sigh of relief rush through my body. Emerging from the dense bush, I found myself standing in a familiar place, the collection of sticks and stones from our weekend adventures with my dad scattered around. It was then that I realized I had circled back to our special spot. The familiar rustling of leaves and the cool air on my back reassured me that I was indeed near home. In the foggy distance, a fuzzy but familiar figure stood still beneath the tall tree in front of my house. It was my dad! I gathered all my strength and ran towards the house.

“You are alive!” my dad shouted, “You are alive!” My dad’s voice echoed through the early morning, filled with a mixture of relief and concern. I threw myself into the warm embrace of my worried father, exhausted but relieved. He had been searching crazily for me as the night wore on. I shared my adventure, from the mysterious screech to the challenging encounter with the river. My dad, though relieved, couldn’t help but chuckle at my determination to explore even in the dead of night. From that day forward, our weekend adventures became even more special, filled with stories the Australian sky.  



After what seemed like hours, I felt a sigh of relief rush through my body. The night enveloped me in its dark, unsettling atmosphere, with only the faint glow of the stars above to light my way. Every step I took felt heavy with uncertainty, and fear gnawed at the edges of my mind. But I pressed on, determined to find my way back home. Suddenly, a rustling sound nearby made me freeze in my tracks. My heart pounded in my chest as I strained to see through the darkness. Was it a wild animal lurking in the shadows, or just the wind tricks on my ears? I held my breath, waiting for any sign of movement.

“You are alive!” my dad shouted, “You are alive!” His voice cut through the silence like a beacon of hope, guiding me towards safety. With a surge of relief, I stumbled towards the familiar sound, tears of gratitude streaming down my cheeks. My dad rushed to embrace me, his strong arms wrapping around me in a protective hug. In that moment, all my fears melted away, replaced by overwhelming gratitude for his unwavering love and support. As we made our way back home together, I vowed never to underestimate the power of instinct and the importance of family in guiding us through life's darkest moments.



After what seemed like hours, I felt a sigh of relief rush through my body. Lost in the dense Australian bush, surrounded by unfamiliar sounds and shadows, fear had gripped me tightly. But as I continued to follow my instinct, the path lit by morning sun light eventually led me to a familiar clearing. The relief flooded over me like a warm wave, washing away the panic and uncertainty. It was a moment of triumph, a testament to the resilience of the human spirit in the face of adversity.

“You are alive!” my dad shouted, “You are alive!” His voice echoed through the trees, filled with a mixture of relief and concern. Rushing towards me, he enveloped me in a tight embrace, his warmth and familiar scent comforting me like nothing else could. Tears welled up in my eyes as I realized how close I had come to danger, how fortunate I was to have found my way back. In that moment, I knew that no matter where life's adventures took me, I would always find my way home, guided by the love and support of those who cared for me.



After what seemed like hours, I felt a sigh of relief rush through my body. Despite the darkness enveloping me and the uncertainty of my surroundings, I pressed on, guided only by my instinct. Every step I took felt heavier than the last, as if the weight of my decision to trust my gut was bearing down on me. The cool morning air whispered secrets as I walked forward, my heart pounding in my chest with each passing moment.

“You are alive!” my dad shouted, “You are alive!” His voice breaking through the stillness of the dawn like a beacon of hope. Tears welled up in my eyes as I stumbled towards him, my legs trembling with exhaustion and relief. In that moment, his embrace felt like the safest place in the world. As we made our way back home, the first light of dawn painted the sky with hues of pink and gold, illuminating our path forward. Though I had wandered into the darkness, I emerged with a newfound appreciation for the guiding light of family and the resilience of the human spirit.