I painted a colorful picture for my white paper with the dye of life. The dream of life should be spent in hazy blue. I smiled and added a blue background to this piece of white paper.
The idea of life is always supported by a persistent depth, so that the mentality will never be infected by evil colors, so it should be dark and deep, supporting the boundaries of life.
The mentality of life is the foreshadowing of this painting, and excellent paintings and failed paintings are all defined by this. Some people's mentality is too complicated, and they can't give up everything if they have the mentality they shouldn't have. As a result, they became failed works, gilding the lily with rhetoric, and the fragile paper was torn up by the gloom of their mentality; Some people are confused, and when they are about to roll up, they only have time to leave a trace of wandering on the paper, and even the pens are too late to fall. I took a deep breath, and the mentality of life should be pure and optimistic, belonging to the color of pure white sunshine, bearing them on the road of life and drawing the most gorgeous light and color.
The ups and downs of life are like a threshold. You always have to face it and cross it, no matter how short or high it is. I drew a circle of undulating dark purple on the outside of my mind and added a few strands of green there. Green is regeneration and renewal. Through the ups and downs of life, I have gained firmness and confidence that ordinary people don't have.
The hope of life, as the end of this painting, is written in the middle of the mind in silver gray. No matter how small the success rate is, as long as there is a little hope and a glimmer of hope is flashing, you can't give up, because the power of hope is eternal, and it will burst into a power called miracle, which will destroy all the haze and let you reach the end of success.
Outside the hopeful mood, I am surrounded by confusion, but as long as I have a firm belief in confusion, I will rush out of this deep purple and find my own ideas, because with depth, I have an ideal.
I control my life and draw the most perfect picture.
Life _ painting
2. Sixth grade composition about drawing 600 words. "Loving art is not equal to understanding art, and understanding art is not equal to knowing art. Art is not imitation, but detachment is creation.
It needs people to sacrifice for it and treat it as an ecstatic lover. "I have special feelings for painting since I was a child.
I remember when I was in kindergarten, my mother asked me what I wanted to learn. I said without hesitation, "I want to learn to draw." Since then, I have formed an indissoluble bond with painting.
Drawing not only brings me fun, but also brings me comfort like a good friend. When I am happy, I use crayons to show my joy; When I am unhappy, I will draw my troubles.
Painting has become an indispensable part of my life. Painting has a unique charm.
I like sketches and Chinese paintings very much. Among the painting methods I have learned, the most mysterious is Chinese painting.
Simple water, ink, pens and rice paper can not only draw flowers and birds, landscapes, but also animals and people. A soft pen, with the shade of ink, can show thousands of worlds, which can be seen and touched, and can give people a spiritual feeling.
What is even more amazing is that the ink and pigment painted on paper will not fade when it meets water. Chinese painting is really a treasure of our country.
Chinese painting is not only beautiful, but also diverse and changeable. For example, a brush with two colors can be dipped in two colors with different shades. By controlling the angle and strength of the pen, you can draw pictures with different artistic conception, and the drawn pictures have a strong three-dimensional effect.
Among the meticulous paintings, there is one I can't say why. I have special feelings for drawing paper since I was a child, and I also like drawing, traditional Chinese painting, comics, sketches, gouache, comics ... I can draw it easily. It should be a sincere love for painting! I like snow-white drawing paper, pens with black edges, and ever-changing colors ... When painting Chinese painting, I take a big brush in my hand, dip it in a few colors quickly, brush it smartly, dye it a few times on the paper, dip it in some ink (to see the shape, of course), dance on the paper for a while, and put the pen smartly on the pen. Read comics again. Almost all my paintings are beautiful and romantic single (or double) paintings.
Such a big piece of paper, after the "transformation" of the edge pen in my hand, has become lifelike. When I appreciate my "work", I can't help but smile at the corners of my mouth. I will continue to work hard to draw every picture in my life and describe my bright future.
3. The pleasure of drawing an article of about 600 words (1) Time flies like water. In a blink of an eye, I have changed from a naughty girl as a child to a sensible and considerate girl. However, what will never change is my troubles and pressures. I am a girl who only daydreams in her head. Only by letting my imagination fly freely can I relieve my troubles. Therefore, I
Only in this way can I dance my imagination freely, and only in this way can I satisfy my thoughts and put aside my troubles. It doesn't matter if I don't draw well, but I can always get fun, sadness and a lot of flavor from painting. With the change of time and my obsession with painting, I finally reached the point where I can participate in the brush competition. There is a brush competition in the art festival every year, and the teacher always asks me to design drawing paper. I also participated in the competition with several other students to complete my work, and finally won the Excellence Award.
Painting has become my best friend, and its selfless contribution makes me happy. Although I often carve it painfully, although I always smear it, although I always get it dirty, we are always inseparable. I carry it at school, hold it after class, touch it after school ... but I have countless friends. Once, when I opened my photo album again, I couldn't leave it. My mother saw me crying and immediately went out and bought me a more noble and beautiful album. I made another friend, but I often visit my inseparable old friends. Maybe I will make more new friends, but I believe our friendship will never break up.
Drawing has brought me endless fun, and I hope all friends who like drawing can cherish this partner ... (2) Drawing can draw a person's mood, life bit by bit, and a person's life. Painting can cultivate self-cultivation, improve taste, cultivate patience and aesthetics.
I remember when I was in kindergarten, I liked drawing very much. Every time I have an art class, I am full of energy that day. Every time the teacher hangs her picture on the blackboard, the students follow it, but I'm not. I painted with passion for painting.
As a result, the teacher always praised me for drawing better than her in front of the whole class, which made me fly to the sky. I was so excited and excited at that time! I am flattered.
I like drawing dragons very much. At a grandpa's birthday party, I drew two dragons for grandpa, which took me 1 hour. When grandpa saw it, he smiled from ear to ear and was very happy. He praised me as a filial granddaughter. I'm so happy! Later, I also drew a lot of pictures and took part in the school competition and won the second prize. Among them, I found that painting can cultivate people's imagination, memory, observation, expressiveness and creativity.
A very good art teacher told me: "Your painting is very good, but you should continue to work hard, and you'd better paint things and people like real ones, which will be better!" " I said happily, "OK, thank you, teacher." I think painting has many advantages. I feel that painting can also relax my mood. When you feel stressed, irritable and angry, you can sit down and draw, but how long will it take you to finish, and you will find that your mood is not so impetuous and depressed.
And when I am lonely, painting is like my friend, communicating with my soul and enjoying the beauty of life. Painting brings me happiness and adds infinite color to my life. Like a friend, she is my mentor. (3) Some people like painting, how magnificent the mountains and rivers are; Some people like oil painting, and the forest path drawn by oil painting is so quiet.
What do I like? Green or light ink is a beautiful picture, just spill it at will. Someone asked me, do you prefer impressionism or concretism? Impressionism, I think.
You see, isn't this randomly drawn Pentagon a picture of life? Some people say they can't draw. No, I won't. I won't draw its true image according to the real thing.
However, I can also draw, using the strokes of my life to draw at will. I found a random Pentagon that day, and I was amazed at how it expressed my personality so accurately and revealed the breath of my life so truly.
This short edge, just like my student days, is short, powerful and full of vitality. On this line segment, I saw the past days of struggle and the coming days of hard work, and also saw the happiness and pain of youth! Look at this side, too, short, full of caution and high spirits. This is my blueprint for the future, but I am fighting for the world.
Here I see a firm belief, tenacious will and hard struggle. This is a firm long line, as steady as Mount Tai and as firm as a rock.
This is probably my contribution to society and my great achievement! Here, a calm and gentle person is smiling at me. What line is this? It exudes happiness and golden brilliance.
I seem to see an old man sitting in a chair with a smile, enjoying the delicious food of Byron's poems, indulging in the wine of Schubert's music and enjoying the comfort. This is my old age.
This last stroke, turn to the end-no, that's another starting point. Life has passed away, but the value of life is still there, and it has returned to the big life of the universe ... My brush is in my hand, drawing a random spectrum of life, so that I can write touching songs all my life.
Give it a try, draw a world with the brush in your hand and with your own efforts and enthusiasm.
I like painting art best. Wonderful art of about 600 words-painting I once saw such a sentence-"wonderful music is unforgettable; Outstanding paintings are inexhaustible. " Yes, art has magical charm and attracts everyone who is interested in it. Everyone knows that art has many forms of expression, and painting is one of them. I am a big fan of it. When I was a child, I seemed to have an indissoluble bond with painting. In the first grade, besides physical education, I like painting best, and I can. I will try my best to finish it, even if I lose some time to play. But every reply was "excellent", which made my heart shocked and delighted. Perhaps, at that time, I planted the seeds of art in my heart, and my painting talent and potential were discovered. Since then, I like painting more and more, and often spend some time and energy to study, and gradually improve my painting skills. Until then, my efforts made me gain the joy of harvest and further inspired my motivation to paint. It was a Friday night, and I suddenly received a notice from my teacher that I would send a reading poster, and I used two pieces of paper. I accepted the task with pleasure. I am very excited at the thought of showing my talents. At the weekend, after I finished my homework, I took out the paper and spread it on the table, which made me dumbfounded. White drawing paper almost occupies the whole desktop. I originally wanted to put away the drawing paper, but my desire to draw made me mention the brush again. After thinking for a while, I picked up a pen and danced on the drawing paper. Soon, the outline of the Great Wall of Wan Li appeared on empty drawing paper. I modified it, took out my crayons and began to draw. One minute I draw very carefully, and the next I draw very big. The majesty of the Great Wall in Wan Li is gradually revealed in my works. Time goes by, and it's already night. My mother asked me to eat, so I had to reluctantly put down my brush and prepare for dinner. But my legs are numb and sore. After reading the painting, I really want to give up, but perseverance reminds me to stick to it. Later, my mother put the rice on my desk and I sat down. Continue painting ... I put all my time into the creation of this painting, but I still haven't finished it. I struggled alone at night until after 12:30 at night, and I almost finished it. But by this time, I was already sleepy, and my eyelids were as heavy as a thousand pounds, and I kept "fighting" up and down. If it really doesn't work, I'll close my eyes for a while and then get up and do it. Mom. I must continue to draw. Finally, when the clock struck 1, I finally finished the painting. At this time, I can't stand. I dragged my tired body, tidied up hastily, and went to bed and fell asleep. The next day, I handed the painting to the school, and almost all the teachers were shocked. There is a relieved smile on my tired face ... It's long gone, but I still remember it. Because this is the time when I put the most energy and time into painting. It is also a test of my painting skills. After that, I won awards in county and city competitions again and again, and I got improvement, fun and enlightenment from painting again and again. I will cherish this art forever. It has become a part of my soul.
5. I like painting best-a wonderful work of about 600 words-painting.
I once saw such a sentence-"Wonderful music is unforgettable; Excellent paintings are inexhaustible. " Yes, art has magical charm and attracts everyone who is interested in it.
Everyone knows that art has many forms of expression, and painting is one of them. I am a big fan of it.
When I was a child, I seemed to have an indissoluble bond with painting. In the first grade, I like painting best besides physical education. I can do what I like: painting. Every time the teacher assigns homework, I will try my best to finish it. Even if I lose some time to play, I am willing to do so. However, every reply is "excellent", which makes my heart greatly shocked and happy. Maybe that's when it happened.
Since then, I like painting more and more, and often spend some time and energy to study, and gradually improve my painting skills. Until one time, my efforts made me happy and inspired me to paint.
It was a Friday night, and I suddenly received a notice from my teacher that I would publish a reading poster with two pieces of paper. I accepted the task with pleasure. I am very excited at the thought of showing my talents. At the weekend, I finished my homework, took out the paper and spread it on the table. I can't help being surprised. Open a big piece of paper, which is equivalent to the size of 4 pieces of 8 pieces of paper! White drawing paper almost occupies the whole desktop. I originally wanted to put away the drawing paper, but my desire to draw made me mention the brush again. After thinking for a while, I picked up a pen and danced on the drawing paper. Soon, the outline of the Great Wall of Wan Li appeared on empty drawing paper. I modified it, took out my crayons and began to draw. One minute I draw very carefully, and the next I draw very big.
Time goes by, and it's already night. My mother asked me to eat, so I had to reluctantly put down my brush and prepare for dinner. But my legs are numb and sore. Looking at this painting, I really want to give up, but my perseverance reminds me to stick to it. Later, my mother put the food on my desk, and I sat down to continue painting. ...
I've been working on this painting all day, but I still haven't finished it. I struggled alone at night until after 12:30 at night, and I almost finished it. But at this point, I was already sleepy, and my eyelids seemed to weigh a thousand pounds, and I kept "fighting" up and down. I really couldn't do it, so I closed my eyes for a while and then got up to do it. My mother has fallen asleep.
Finally, when the clock struck 1, I finally finished the painting. At this time, I can't stand any longer. I dragged my tired body, tidied up hastily, and went to bed and fell asleep.
The next day, I handed the painting to the school, and almost all the teachers were shocked. I also won the first prize as I wished. At this time, a gratified smile appeared on my tired face. ...
This matter has long passed, but I still remember it clearly, because it was the time when I devoted the most energy and time to painting. It is also a test of my painting skills. After that, I won awards in county and city competitions again and again, and I got improvement, fun and enlightenment from painting again and again. I will cherish this art forever. It has become a part of my soul.
This summer vacation, I followed my grandfather to Guancheng Art Museum to see Feng Shui paintings. One of them is the most beautiful: the lake, the moon gate and Chang 'e, as beautiful as flowers and jade. Under the blurred moonlight, the fluttering ribbons and sleeves set off her charm. Her beautiful reflection in the lake seems to dance with the sweet guzheng rhythm, and the picture is fascinating.
At this time, I can't help but think from my heart, that is to learn to draw.
I have been immersed in my studies recently. I go to work early and get off work late every day. Every night, I carefully ponder over every painting, wake up my grandfather in the middle of the night to give me counseling and ask him for advice. Time flies, art class begins.
Although Cheng has almost finished learning, I still feel full of interest. In the last four classes, the teacher reviewed the previous painting skills for us and assigned an assignment: draw a unique style with the skills learned this semester.
Landscape painting. I drew it many times and changed it many times. Finally, under the guidance of my grandfather, I drew a picture that I was satisfied with: in summer, the numbers grow luxuriantly, and the dense layers of branches and leaves seal the forest tightly and cover the blue.
Blue sky. Although this painting is not charming, it has a vitality.
This painting is well received by the teacher. I had fun and learned knowledge in the process of learning painting.
7. Learn to draw 600 words [Learn to draw 600 words] The experience of learning to draw is what I remember the most. I have been deeply hidden in my heart, learning to paint 600 words. Now, I blow away the dust and touch the dusty memory. It reappears in front of my eyes, as if those years had reappeared in my heart. It was also in those years that I entered the silent world.
I was seven years old that year, and my mother took me into the world of painting. When I first met Miss Jiang, she was very young. She is tall and thin. I'm really worried that a gust of wind will blow and she will fly.
So, I followed her for three years as a mentor. At first, I could only draw some simple things, such as birds and trees. Later, she taught me to draw a hot air balloon. To tell the truth, I didn't know there was such a thing in the world at that time. After that, I began to paint crazily, and there was not enough paper. She said: The paintings painted by this artist are perfect. I seem to understand the composition of the sixth grade in primary school, "learn to draw and write 600 words".
After listening to her words, I practiced well, but I couldn't practice a perfect painting, and she didn't say anything. Then I got tired and stopped. She added: Keep it up. I started practicing again, but not like before.
Those days, I was in a bad mood. So she took me to Pengzhou to see peonies.
I saw the peony. It's beautiful. I feel much better when I see her. I especially love the snow in Pengzhou. From a distance, it looks like a pile of snow on a branch, but from a close look, it smells elegant. My inspiration broke out immediately, and I drew a peony picture at once, but my painting skill was too poor. I've been thinking about it for days.
After her training, I can draw people, but it's not pretty. I don't know why she started saying some strange things. I will go far away soon. I don't know the meaning of death, so I don't know that she will leave me in two years.
She left, just as she came gently. She must have gone to heaven.
Just four years ago, she came into my world, and she shocked me. Two years ago, she left me forever, I can only say; Goodbye, Miss Jiang.
Sixth grade in Sanyanjing, Nanchang, Jiangxi: Luo Li
I have many hobbies, such as colored shells on the golden beach. Among them, I found a red shell containing my favorite hobby-painting.
When I was a child, I liked painting very much. I also signed up for several art classes.
At school, I often take out a blank piece of paper and draw pictures on it after class and on Twitter. When I was a child, I thought my paintings were good enough. When I grew up, I took them out and laughed.
In the picture, the nose is not the mouth, it is simply a "clown". I didn't lose confidence in painting because of this.
The painting is not good, maybe it's because of the age limit! Since childhood, my painting level has been greatly improved! These days, I have time to draw there and learned a lot about art. I remember once, when I was in an art class, the teacher asked us to draw a circle. It took me a long time, but I can't draw well.
This is because many students have finished painting, so I am in a hurry. When the teacher saw it, he came over and asked me, what's the matter? Why are you losing your temper here? I asked the teacher, "How can you draw a circle so well?" "As long as you paint more, you will achieve something." The teacher said.
After listening to the teacher, I calmed down. Sure enough, I drew a circle in a short time. I hurried to show my work to the teacher. The teacher looked at it and said to me, "You can't be impatient when drawing. You must take your time. " I nodded to the teacher.
Painting in the future is a kind of "leisure and entertainment" for me. "Yo-homework finished-"I jumped up with joy and took out a blank sheet of paper. My mother said, "Today! Let you watch TV for a while. " These are the three words I dream of "watching TV", but I said happily, "Just draw-"……… I love drawing, because drawing can make people happy, and this extraordinary love is also beautiful.