在画笔间重拾热爱（完形填空）
When I was five years old, a picture book about Van Gogh deeply attracted me. In that book, Van Gogh was described as a lovely teddy bear, not a sad Dutch artist. This special book led me to get to know the real Van Gogh and his vibrant, lively ___1___. Those works were easy for a little child like me to ___2___, since I usually painted with my fingers at that time. I painted happily every day for many years until I entered high school, ___3___ my paintings started to be graded. Art changed from a joyful hobby that I loved to do into something that could be ___4___ by others, which made me feel terrified. I even decided to ___5___ painting, taking comfort in the thought that I would never become an excellent artist.
Later, when I began to write about art, I felt the ___6___ to paint again, especially oil painting, which I had never used but always thought was ___7___. I joined an oil painting class and promised to spend four hours every Sunday ___8___ in front of an easel (画架). I started from the basics, learning about color mixing, composition and drawing. It was really hard work. Once, I spent three ___9___ hours trying to paint a satin ribbon on a table, but I did it ___10___ and went home in a very bad mood. However, when I collected my painting a week later, I ___11___ it was not bad for a first try, and I had learned something useful from the process.