An experience of painting in the wild, asking for guidance from the great god.

Everyone has his own talent, it depends on how to find it and how to explore it. Talent is born, not acquired. Speaking of painting talent, I have to start from a very young age. When I was very young, I should be in grade one. At that time, there were painting books in the new books issued by the school. However, painting in those days was not on the table, because China's mathematics was the main course and painting was only a minor course. The teacher doesn't pay attention to this course at all, and there is no teacher to teach us painting. Just ask us to draw whatever we want and put it away after the homework is finished. When I come to the next class, I hope the teacher can praise me and say that I draw well, so I will be very happy. But it always disappoints me. Even so, I still paint in my spare time until I finish painting the picture book. At that time, I really didn't know that it was a gift to like painting, because no one taught me to paint the oldest figure painting, although it was not good.

Until one day. My second uncle bought a big truck. I still remember that the front of the truck was blue. We children are crawling around in the car and having a good time. When I got home, I saw my father drawing something in his notebook with my pencil. I am curious. When I approached, I found my father drawing a picture of Bo Er's car. In my childhood words, it's really too similar, too realistic. I can't help but pay more respect to my father.

I crouched down and quietly looked at my father's brushstrokes. I thought to myself, I must draw this front in the future, and it must be better than my father's. When my father finished painting for me, I blurted out my thoughts, and then my father smiled and said to me, just you, you can't draw well. You will never draw so well. My father's words aroused my interest in painting. In this sentence, I fell in love with painting and started painting as soon as I had time. On the ground, on the wall, and even in the books in class, as long as there is a blank position, I basically draw, such as leaves, flowers and small animals, and I can draw whatever I want. In the sixth grade, the blackboard painting in my class became my own, and no one could beat me. This makes me shine in my class and makes some girls envy and hate. At that time, my family was poor, and I also suggested to my parents that I wanted to learn painting, but my mother refused. The reason for refusing is: haven't you heard of poor painters? After listening to my mother, I still love my hobby. I'll paint it out when I'm free. It was not until I went to work in a foreign country after school and the company held a painting competition that I picked up my brush again and won a second prize, which made me more convinced that my painting trip would be full of flowers. Up to now, I have not given up my painting life. I can seriously feel that painting has become a part of my life. Painting not only makes me pass the time in my leisure and boredom, but also makes me feel the different beauty in my life in the process of painting. I also thank my parents for giving me such a good talent. Although I didn't succeed, it also made my life full of different brilliance, let me exude different temperament and make my life more meaningful. I'm still on my way to painting, and it's a long way to go in Xiu Yuan. I will continue to study hard until I can't draw ~