My hobby essay

I have a wide range of hobbies, including calligraphy, painting, running, reading, etc. Among them, my favorite is painting.

At noon on a Sunday, my mother suddenly had a sudden whim and said that she would enroll me in a hobby class, and it would be painting. I thought to myself: Alas! what to do? what to do? I hate drawing the most. My paintings are ugly, don't let the light laugh at me. I'm not interested at all. But my mother said that people's interests must be broad. Otherwise, if you don't know anything, what will you do when you get out of society? Just because you're not interested at first doesn't mean you'll never be interested. In order not to disappoint my mother, I finally agreed.

That afternoon, my mother took me to the painting class. There were many children there, all drawing seriously. I thought: What happened to them? Are you so interested in such nasty things? The teacher led me to the painting and asked me to draw as I pleased. I picked up the pen and started drawing according to the things in the book. The teacher was walking around the class and when he saw my painting, he said to me: "This classmate, your painting is good! Keep up the good work!" After hearing this, my little heart was moved. I have never been praised for my paintings, but this teacher praised me for my paintings. From that moment on, I started to love drawing.

Slowly, I discovered that painting is so interesting, it can be said to be a kind of enjoyment. When I paint the scenery of rural farmhouses, I seem to be a farmer who is farming, free and contented with the world; when I paint the beautiful scenery of the park, I seem to be a flying bird, looking around the scenery of the entire park. ; But when I painted portraits, my mother’s loving face appeared in front of me... Painting gave me a pair of eyes to discover the beauty of the world.

Although I like reading and running, I like painting the most because painting gives me the wings of imagination.