He Huahua’s story composition

I would like to ask, should I write essays or draw pictures for my growth story?

This question - it’s a good idea to ask - tell me about my understanding - be a For reference, whether it’s writing or painting - I’ll answer objectively - they all still require some talent - I personally like painting, painting is really a pleasant thing - I just like it in my heart, I like nature. I am willing to draw - the more I draw, the better - the more I am willing to draw - of course there are times when I am distressed - there are times when I am not good at painting, so just draw more, read more and think more - find a way to solve this Question, you also need to love life - that is, when you see beautiful things in life - you want to express them - the same is true for composition - there are rules to follow - look for books - books on how to write compositions - -Methods--Why don't you look for them--There are also sample essays--Look at how others write--Why do they write so well and draw so well--cool trick! Love life and discover the beauty in life---and use certain means such as painting or composition to express it through music and dance--composition is also a problem for me--it was also a distressing problem--but now I write Writing an article - especially art-related articles is not difficult - the more you read - the more knowledge you have, and you have your own opinions - viewpoints, you will naturally - you can say it - in line with the standards - that is Of course, articles have different levels of quality - they still need to be improved - writing and drawing - there are methods and rules to follow - reading is the key - Okay, that's all - I hope Useful for you -

An essay about stories and feelings in the process of learning to draw

I love drawing

I have many hobbies, as if Among the colorful shells on the golden beach, I picked up a red shell that contained my favorite hobby - painting. You may ask why, it was two years ago. Once in art class, Teacher Sun took out two ordinary white chalks and red chalks and "swiped" them on the blackboard. Before we could blink, , the painting was drawn on the blackboard early, "Wow! - It's so beautiful..." I couldn't help but sigh, and the teacher smiled and said, "This is still a random drawing!" I muttered in my heart: Drawing It's so beautiful, just draw it casually! There are water-soaked paintings on the blackboard, and there are lotus flowers all over the ground. Some of them still have flower bones in their heads, and some have bloomed. The sky is clear after the rain, the rain is rolling on the lotus leaves, and a colorful rainbow appears in the sky... I watched with obsession. While I was painting, the teacher called "Li Rui... Li Rui?" My deskmate stepped on me hard, and I realized... After class, I asked the teacher: "How do you draw so well?" "As long as you draw more Practice and you will achieve success. "At this time, I fell in love with painting.

Drawing is a kind of "leisure entertainment" for me. "Hey - the homework is finished -" I jumped with joy and took out a piece of white paper to draw. My mother said: "Today! Let you "Watch TV for a while." These were the three words "watch TV" that I had dreamed of, but I said readily: "I'm done painting -"... "Wow -" I held my painting and was intoxicated. When I got up, a little red riding hood girl was carrying a small basket to pick mushrooms... Drawing is my "tour of the world." "Let's go out and play!" My mother took me on a trip. I took a drawing board and a pencil and got ready to go, "Li Rui! Don’t you need to bring your other things?” I said with a smile, “I don’t have to worry about it as long as I have a drawing board and a pen. This is my hobby!” We took the plane and arrived in Hong Kong. “It’s so beautiful here.” I sighed and drew a picture of "high-rise buildings"... I carry a small baggage with me at all times, and people ask me: "What do you have in it?" But I smile and say: "Yes. Pencil and paper. ”

I love drawing, because drawing makes people happy, and this love of extraordinary things is also beautiful.

I love drawing

I think everyone can draw, right? In my spare time, I spend most of my time painting.

When I was a child, I loved drawing. I also signed up for several art classes. In school, I would often take out a blank piece of paper right after class and start drawing on it. When I was a child, I thought my paintings were good enough, but when I grow up and take a look at them, it makes me laugh out loud. The nose is not right with the mouth, which makes him look like a "clown". I didn't lose confidence in painting because of this.

The painting is not good, maybe because of the age limit!

From childhood to now, my drawing skills have improved greatly! During these days, I painted there whenever I had free time. (Of course I also did other things, but mostly it was painting.) I also learned a lot about art.

I remember last semester, I specially found a small book to use as an art book. I also drew many cartoon pictures on it. You can also compare the differences between the current painting and the previous painting, and keep the good ones and correct the bad ones. Around me, there are many students who love art, and I can learn from their experience. Art, like Chinese and mathematics, must be learned bit by bit.

During the winter vacation, my sister came to my house to play, and I asked her to help me draw. I especially love watching her paint, because her paintings are so lifelike that they seem to pop out of the paintings. I am working hard to surpass her, and I think that day will not be too far away.

If I draw a good work, I am as happy as if I have solved a difficult problem. Isn’t it great that painting can gain knowledge and enrich your after-school life?

English short article (the story of the king and two painting artists)

Life is not a lack of beauty, but a lack of eyes to discover the beauty of oneself. There are often many works of art around us that we have not observed. However, one day we saw a piece of art in the composition class. It was a painting of red peonies. There were two birds in the painting. There were many peonies next to the birds. The peonies were pink and exuded fragrance, just like a girl spreading perfume on the flowers. The two birds were chirping, As if praising the peony, this flower is so beautiful! Yes, yes, and it smells very good! At this time, a butterfly flew over and said, "Why are there such beautiful butterflies here?" The butterfly wanted them to play with him, but after calling for a long time, they didn't answer. The two birds laughed and said, "That's a flower, not a butterfly!" Butterfly said: Are you lying to me? If you don’t believe me, what’s wrong with you? It was obviously a butterfly just now? It turned out that the petals looked too much like a butterfly. At this time, it seemed that a gust of wind was blowing, and the peonies were dancing in the wind. The wind blew the fragrance to the forest, and many animals were admiring it beside the flowers. Looking at the art paintings around me, I really want to become a flower. If I were a flower, I would let the wind carry my fragrance to all parts of the world and let many animals smell the fragrance. I would let the rain water me. It's watery and makes me smell fragrant all the time

A 700-word essay about the stories and feelings that happened in the process of learning painting (not Chinese painting) is required tonight! ! Please pay more attention to me

My road to painting

On the road of my life, there is a winding road, which is my road to painting. This road started when I was still in kindergarten. At that time, I was only about six or seven years old. Since I was young at the time, I could only start with children's drawings. It went very well at first. The teacher is a great artist. She has published some books and magazines about personal art exhibitions. The teacher’s name often appears in many art books. She is the slightly famous teacher Xu Ye. She was very vivid when teaching us. The only regret is that because my imagination was not rich enough, I couldn't think of what to draw, so I left the class on my own. It was less than two years after I started studying...

After attending elementary school , I embarked on the road of painting again, this time with an old teacher named Gu. Her lectures were more vivid, and I quickly mastered the essentials. This is painted with oil pastels. Maybe I am more sensitive to colors and I am very good at selecting, using and matching colors. The paintings I draw are tangible, colorful, spiritual and meaningful. A year later, he transferred to another great art teacher to study. Teacher Song Feng is 1.8 meters tall. Although he has just graduated from college, he has already made great achievements. When painting, he is calm and composed every time he writes.

After the fourth grade, I bid farewell to children's drawings and officially started learning basic art - sketching. Regarding sketching, it can be said that no one had any foundation at that time. In other words, everyone was on the same starting line. I remember that in the first class, I was not very good at drawing. Everything on the paper was just in my brain, and I didn’t care about angles, light and shade, perspective and other issues. After these three years. My sketching skills have improved by leaps and bounds, and my paintings have become more impressive.

Now I am still walking on this road of painting, and I don’t know what the next road will bring. But when I look back at the section of road I have walked and the deep and shallow footprints left on it, I feel very relieved, because each footprint contains a unique little footprint. story. The road ahead is still long. It may be smooth and smooth; it may be bumpy and winding. Maybe one day, I will temporarily stop walking on this road, but no matter what the road is, as long as it is a road, I will definitely be able to walk it!

Painting has a magical appeal to me.

I have loved drawing since kindergarten. In kindergarten, the teacher taught us crayon drawing. At that time, I was attracted by the colorful colors. I like drawing very much. When I go to school, I take out my pen and draw as soon as I get out of class; when I get home, I draw after I finish my homework. Even when I go out to play, I have to bring a small drawing board with me.

Now that I am in elementary school, the art teacher teaches us watercolor painting, and the difficulty of learning is getting deeper and deeper. Once, the art teacher assigned an assignment, which was watercolor painting. This assignment is very difficult. When I got home and finished my homework, I started drawing with my pen, but I just couldn't draw it. After a long time, I still couldn't draw. I finally got impatient and threw the pen on the table. "Bang!" The pen fell off the table. At this time, I alerted my mother who was watching TV in the living room. She came over and asked, "My child, what's wrong?" I said angrily, "Humph! I will never learn to draw again! I hate it! I can't draw at all." No, drawing is just a waste of paper!" When my mother heard this, her originally kind face immediately turned serious and said, "Son, you can't do this! Drawing is not a waste of paper, you just said that. It’s a big mistake. No matter what you do, you can’t give up easily. You must be patient and perseverant. You can do anything well!” After hearing what my mother said, my face immediately turned red and I felt very ashamed. . I thought to myself: Actually, what my mother said is right. Well, as long as you have patience, you can do anything. So, I continued to think. After a while, I finally figured it out! The next day, the art teacher praised my homework and I smiled happily.

Although painting is difficult, it also brings me endless fun.

When my grandpa watches TV, he likes to watch Peking Opera the most. The faces of the people in it are all painted with pens. So, I took out my palette, pen, and mirror, and then I painted in front of the mirror while facing the characters on TV. After a long time, I finally finished the painting. I painted myself as "Guan Yu"! I ran to my grandpa and surprised him. Grandpa was shocked when he saw it, "Ouch! When did a little 'Guan Yu' appear in my house?!" After grandpa finished speaking, the two of us immediately laughed.

Painting is really fun! I like painting, and I also learned a truth from it: no matter what a person does, he should never give up easily. He must be patient and perseverant, and he can do anything well

My specialty is painting. 600-word essay

Eighteen kinds of martial arts, all of which are fun! My specialty is painting.

There is a golden house in the painting, and there are so many fun things in the painting. Speaking of the reason why painting became my specialty, there are many stories...

I can’t remember when I started painting. I only remember that I always hold a pen every day and paint. Paint on the walls, floors, and furniture at home. Looking at the graffiti I left everywhere at home, my helpless mother bought me "Children's Simple Drawings", and I began to copy and color on it. When I was 5 years old, I went to a painting class. Since then, my paintings have become more and more stylish. After entering the fifth grade of elementary school, I had to start a painting class in order to rush my studies, but my love for painting became stronger and stronger. Whenever I had time, I would observe each still life carefully, ponder it alone, and practice tirelessly. Slowly, successful paintings came out one after another. Because of this, painting became my specialty. .

One sunny day, I was completing the homework assigned by the art teacher at home. I started drawing the first draft in a decent manner: here should be the sunset, there should be the village, and in front should be...

After a while, my first draft was completed, and I looked at it. I was so pleased with my masterpiece that I called my mother over to admire it. "Well, it's pretty good-looking." When I heard this, I felt elated, as if I had won a grand prize.

Next, it’s time to paint. I took the paint and painted every place carefully. Time passed little by little, and finally, I finished coloring.

Finally, outline this edge and you are done. After I finish the painting, show it to my mother. She will definitely praise me. While thinking about me, I picked up the pen and prepared to do the final finishing touches.

However, something unexpected happened, and in a moment of carelessness, the naughty black outline pen slipped from my hand, and a black dot popped up on the horizon. I was stunned, and all the joy I had just felt was "quenched"... When I was distressed, an idea flashed through my mind: This is a sunset picture, why not draw the black dot to look like a wild goose? After all, I picked up the pen and made three strokes and two strokes at a time. After a while, a lifelike wild goose flew freely in the sunset.

The next day, I handed the painting to the art teacher. The teacher praised me and said that the wild goose was a shining pen.

There are really eighteen kinds of martial arts, all of which are fun! I will practice painting well in the future and make painting the most beautiful scenery in my life! " Loving art does not mean understanding art, and understanding art does not mean knowing art. Art is not imitation, but transcendence and creation. It requires people to devote themselves to it and to treat it as an enchanted lover.

I have had a special affection for painting since I was a child. I remember when I was in kindergarten, my mother asked me what I wanted to learn, and I said without hesitation: "I want to learn painting." From then on, I have an indissoluble bond with painting.

Painting not only brings me fun, but also brings me the comfort of a good friend. When I am happy, I use colored pens to draw my joy; when I am unhappy, I use paint to draw my troubles. Painting has become an indispensable part of my life.

Painting has a unique charm. I like sketching and traditional Chinese painting very much.

Among the painting methods I have learned, the most mysterious to me is traditional Chinese painting. With simple water, ink, pen and rice paper, you can draw not only flowers, birds, landscapes, but also animals and people. A soft brush, combined with the shades of ink, can express thousands of worlds. Not only can it be tangible, but it can also give people a spiritual feeling. What's even more amazing is that the ink and paint painted on the paper will not fade when exposed to water. Chinese painting is truly a treasure of our country.

Chinese painting is not only beautiful, but its painting methods are also diverse and changeable. For example, with one stroke of two colors, you can dip the tip of the brush into two colors of different shades. By controlling the angle and strength of the pen, you can draw paintings with different moods, and the resulting paintings will have a strong three-dimensional feel. In gongbi painting, there is a technique called rendering. It is to use a pen to dip the color into the paper first, and then use a clean pen to dip it into the water to bring the color out. Control the number of rendering passes as needed, and there will be an excessive effect from dark to light. , the picture is very natural. The characters, flowers, birds, and landscapes painted in this way give people a lifelike and wonderful feeling... It can be said that Chinese painting brings me surprise and mystery, and I am willing to do my best to grasp the essence of Chinese painting.

Painting has cultivated my good habit of doing things seriously. Painting gives me one more way to express my thoughts than others. I often use painting to express what I am thinking. Sometimes when I do math word problems, I am also used to using graphics or lines to represent them, or even a complete picture. By doing this, I will feel that my problem-solving ideas are very clear and my problem-solving speed will be much faster. Painting also enabled me to develop a keen sense of observation, which is not only reflected in my paintings, but also in life. My mother always said that my way of seeing things is different. Painting has become a hobby of mine. Whenever I am happy, I will think of painting; whenever I am tired, I will paint; whenever I am depressed, painting will make me forget my worries; whenever I encounter something that is difficult to express in words When the time comes, I will pick up the paintbrush...

I think painting is a very elegant art that can cultivate people's sentiments. It will be with me now, and I believe it will be with me in the future. Painting will be with me throughout my life. Because I have a unique feeling for it.

In the past, I learned electronic piano, dance, etc., but I never persisted in them. I have only persisted in painting for nearly 10 years. This feeling can only be understood but cannot be expressed in words.

I am very happy that painting can accompany me no matter what time I am. No matter what, I will never give up painting.

2. Learn painting

I remember when I was in the first grade of elementary school, I always liked to use my mother’s lipstick to smear it all over the wall. I painted the snow-white wall like flowers. . My mother was very angry when she saw me applying her lipstick, but my father thought I had a talent for painting, so I started learning painting since I was a child.

The teacher I studied painting is Teacher He. He has a face with the word "国" (国), is very tall, and is very kind to others. When I first came here, the teacher taught us to draw with circles. I saw the teacher holding a pen and drawing a round head on the paper, and then drew a pair of round eyes in the head. Two oval-shaped mouths were drawn outside the head. The body is round, the tail is round, and the wings are round. It is also round. The teacher used the circles to form a cute bird. It turns out that drawing is so interesting. My interest was immediately piqued and I started drawing on the paper: a little boy made of circles standing in a round pond and blowing bubbles. When the teacher saw the painting I drew, he smiled and said, "This little boy can do magic and stands on the water." The classmates all laughed, and I smiled sheepishly.

From now on, I will learn painting from Teacher He. I feel it is not hard at all. The teacher will often tell some jokes. I hope to learn painting every day.

Time flies and my painting level has been greatly improved. At this time, Teacher He assigned me to the sketching class and asked me to learn sketching. Sketching is to use pencil to express objects in a three-dimensional way. I saw that it was a bit difficult. I had to draw the cube I saw under the light with pencil lines of different shades, and this is the most basic part of sketching. I picked up the pencil, identified an angle, and started drawing. When I first started practicing, my hands were shaking a little, and the lines were involuntarily drawn crookedly. I rubbed and drew, and drew and erased. I drew for about two hours. The painting is complete. The teacher looked at it and praised: "The painting is good, but the painting here is not good enough." After saying that, he picked up the brush and worked on my painting. It was revised in a few clicks. I compared it with the real thing. Hey, don't tell me, it really looks like it.

With the help of the teacher and my efforts, I have made greater progress. Painting is like a blacksmith, forging my ability and perseverance.

A 400-word essay on my story with painting

I love painting

I am a cheerful, optimistic and cute little girl. I have many specialties, such as Playing the piano, singing, tie-dying... what I am most proud of is painting.

The activity of painting is so attractive! As soon as I get to art class, I feel energetic. Drawing blue sky and white clouds, moon and stars, green bamboos and trees, cartoon characters, etc., will arouse my great interest.

When it comes to loving painting, everything happens for a reason. Friends, please listen to me tell you everything.

I have been learning painting since I was in the senior class. When I was a child, I didn’t think painting was good. I always felt that painting was a difficult thing. But since I learned to draw, I immediately changed this view. I realized that painting is not terrible, but will make me happier.

I have painted many things. One of the paintings called "Spring is Coming" was even exhibited by the whole class!

Dad liked to see my paintings, so he strongly supported it. Me, bought me various brushes, drawing boards, and some paper.

I started painting after I finished my homework. As soon as I picked up the brush, I forgot about everything, and sometimes I even forgot to eat. I painted and painted, I painted spring scenery, the sea in summer, maple leaves in autumn, and snowmen in winter...

During these five years of studying painting, I have become like a little The small sailing boat has experienced all kinds of things and tasted the ups and downs.

Whenever I see the works of great writers, I can't help but pick up a pen and paper.

I remember one time, when I was learning to draw, I could draw well with pencils, but once I applied colors, it was a mess. I was so sad. After returning home, I was not discouraged and insisted on painting every day. My hard work paid off. Half a year later, I could still read the paintings. I like painting and want to be a great painter. Please support me.

Now that I am in fourth grade, my drawing skills have obviously improved. Looking back on the previous failures, I finally understood the joy of success.

All in all, I am a little girl who loves to draw and can draw. Children, do you like me? If you like me, come to Class 8, Grade 4, Renmin Road Primary School to find me!

A composition about the story of me learning to paint

When I was five years old. One day, my mother took me to the street to buy things. I met an aunt who was sending promotional paintings. I was curious and went over to take a look. There were many densely packed words and colorful patterns on the paintings. I asked my mother: "What is this?" My mother smiled and said: "It is a children's painting, painted by a child about the same age as you." Looking at these paintings, my curiosity was aroused, and I thought: " It would be great if I could draw such beautiful paintings.” After returning home, I found the colored pens and pencils I used in kindergarten and started copying the pictures on the colored paintings. After painting for a while, my mother saw my painting and said, "The painting is good. Do you also want to learn to draw?" I said loudly, "Yes!" Soon, my mother sent me to a children's painting training class. In this way, gradually, I developed a strong interest in painting and continued to learn more about painting.

From learning painting to now, I have learned children’s painting, cartoon painting, and sketching. During these days of learning painting, many things are still fresh in my memory.

I remember the first time I went to a sketching class. The teacher is amiable and takes good care of me. The teacher said: "Learning to sketch, practicing lines is the foundation." I thought: "This is really easy." At the beginning, I could draw lines pretty well. But as time went by, the thickness of the lines began to become inconsistent, the lines became crooked, and there was a "little tail" when the pen was written. When the teacher commented on my lines, he said: "The lines were very good at the beginning, but they got a little rough later on. If you want to practice the lines well, you must calm down and persevere." After listening to the teacher, I made up my mind to draw well. Lines, just like this, whenever I have time, I will practice lines. My hands are sore from practicing all the time, and I have used up countless pieces of drawing paper. Through my unremitting efforts, sketching and painting improved day by day. One year later, I successfully passed the Level 6 Sketching Examination.

Although my painting skills have improved, there is still a lot of painting knowledge and skills that require continuous learning and training. I will continue to study hard and train hard to prepare for entering a higher art palace in the future.

A 350-word essay on the story of how I learned to paint

The story of how I learned to paint

When I was five years old. One day, my mother took me to the street to buy things. I met an aunt who was sending promotional paintings. I was curious and went over to take a look. There were many densely packed words and colorful patterns on the paintings. I asked my mother: "What is this?" My mother smiled and said: "It is a children's painting, painted by a child about the same age as you." Looking at these paintings, my curiosity was aroused, and I thought: " It would be great if I could draw such beautiful paintings.” After returning home, I found the colored pens and pencils I used in kindergarten and started copying the pictures on the colored paintings. After painting for a while, my mother saw my painting and said, "The painting is good. Do you also want to learn to draw?" I said loudly, "Yes!" Soon, my mother sent me to a children's painting training class. In this way, gradually, I developed a strong interest in painting and continued to learn more about painting.

From learning painting to now, I have learned children’s painting, cartoon painting, and sketching. During these days of learning painting, many things are still fresh in my memory.

I remember the first time I went to a sketching class. The teacher is amiable and takes good care of me. The teacher said: "Learning to sketch, practicing lines is the foundation." I thought: "This is really easy." At the beginning, I could draw lines pretty well. But as time went by, the thickness of the lines began to become inconsistent, the lines became crooked, and there was a "little tail" when the pen was written. When the teacher commented on my lines, he said: "The lines were very good at the beginning, but they got a little rough later on. If you want to practice the lines well, you must calm down and persevere." After listening to the teacher, I made up my mind to draw well. Lines, just like this, whenever I have time, I will practice lines. My hands are sore from practicing all the time, and I have used up countless pieces of drawing paper. Through my unremitting efforts, sketching and painting improved day by day. One year later, I successfully passed the Level 6 Sketching Examination.

Although my painting skills have improved, there is still a lot of painting knowledge and skills that require continuous learning and training. I will continue to study hard and train hard to prepare for entering a higher art palace in the future.

The composition "I and Painting" tells the story of the painting process to express feelings

I have always believed that painting is a pure thing, specially provided for feeling and enjoyment. , with the directness of feeling. It does not exist without the support of historical literature and subject matter, and does not require the participation of all interpretive tools. Instead, it reduces all efforts to elements that are isomorphic to feelings, thereby elevating artistic activities into aesthetic activities. Expressing itself within its own structure has always been the ideal of art, and has always been the only way for art to redeem itself. For a painter, relying on narrative, storytelling, and political themes to establish the value and meaning of painting is a sign of incompetence and is not the right path for artistic development. If one day, the story is not chosen well and the opportunity to show up is not met, everything will be in vain. Therefore, I like Mr. Chen Junde’s oil paintings very much. He is particularly fond of Chinese culture and has a deeper understanding of the spirit of Chinese art, so his oil paintings seem to be closer to the local connotation of China. He is very familiar with the origin of modern Western painting, but he pays more attention to the artistic spirit of Chinese culture. He deeply integrates the artistic spirit of Chinese culture into his creations, advocating nature and never being artificial. The exciting brushstrokes, strong color blocks, just the right structure, and the pure and pure rhyme are completely the fluctuation of the artist's life in a specific time and space, and are completely the accumulation of the artist's life consciousness. Let me say something a little extreme. The paintings painted by some painters nowadays are smooth and sweet. At first glance, they seem to be that way, but in fact they are unbearably vulgar. This is also a weakness that is difficult to avoid in rural areas. I think we should never paint to please anyone, to be praised by anyone, or to win a certain award. Any painting with an external purpose is not a pure painting. We should create with a sincere attitude, requiring ourselves to restrain impatience, remain sincere, and have sufficient dedication to the artistic ideals we admire in a rapidly changing and complex environment. The painter is like a devout religious believer. No matter when and where, no matter what good or bad circumstances, he will adhere to his artistic beliefs and make unremitting explorations for this purpose. I admire these artists with strong and independent personalities. I like to read their biographies, taste their works, and appreciate the joys and sufferings they have experienced. Don’t want it yet?