Childhood story

Childhood story 1 I remember when I was eight years old, one day my father took me to ride a bike in the square. On that day, there were no clouds in Wan Li. Along the way, I enjoyed the quiet spring breeze, saw the flowers allow me, and the trees waved to me, as if wishing me a pleasant journey.

When I came to the square, I got on my bike without hesitation and quickly stepped on the pedal. In less than ten seconds, I fell to the ground because of my unstable center of gravity and scraped a hole in my knee. Looking at the bright red blood print, I decided to try it from the beginning. At this time, my father rushed over and said lovingly, "Son, are you all right?" I patted my pants and waved my hand and said, "It's okay, keep practicing." I stepped on the pedal again from the beginning. This time, I learned from my previous experience. Instead of stepping on the accelerator quickly, I stepped on it slowly and tried my best to master the center of gravity. Reasonable When I rode slowly and steadily, I didn't expect a small steep slope to appear in front of me. Because I didn't have rich experience, I had a bad fall halfway up the mountain, but this time I didn't bleed but scratched my skin. Seeing that I fell down twice in a row, my father thought I couldn't keep going, so he said, "Son, stop riding, let's go home!" " "I stubbornly said," no, dad, I still want to ride! " "I thought to myself: I must learn. If others can ride, can't I learn? I want to stick to it. I picked up my bike from the beginning again. This time, I am very careful. I didn't go up or down the hill, but rode slowly on the flat road, like an old man hobbling. I got bored after riding for a while, and then I started to accelerate. I didn't expect that I rode steadily instead of falling. I am very happy. The blowing wind makes me feel very relaxed. ...

The beautiful sunshine always disappears quickly, and before you know it, it's already dark. Father asked me to go home for dinner, so I had to go home reluctantly. When I got home, I informed my mother about learning to ride a bike. My mother clapped her hands and said, baby, you are amazing! "

Now that I have grown up, I recall everything about my childhood, including happiness, bitterness and excitement ... and those experiences about growing up can impress me the most.

Childhood story 2 One day, when I was tidying up my room, I came across a strange photo. I suddenly became interested in this photo.

I curiously took this photo to my mother to find out. Looking at my puzzled expression, my mother suddenly smiled. The expression on my mother's face seems to tell me that there is a warm past here. I grabbed my mother's skirt and begged her to tell me like a child. My mother's face is still full of smiles. She took my hand and sat down beside her. She said slowly, "This happened when you were a child, don't you remember?" At that time, you were naive, curious and often had fantastic ideas. This photo is your masterpiece. " I became more and more curious, fidgeting in my chair and almost jumping to the ground. My mother couldn't help laughing again and said to me kindly, "You were like this at that time. At that time, you found a photo of my father and me. You ran over and pointed at the photo curiously and said,' Mom, why isn't there me here?' "You weren't born at that time," I just said, and you ran into your room with small steps, and there was the sound of rummaging through everything. After a while, you came out happily with a small photo, and said loudly to me as you ran:' Mom, I have an idea. Stick my little photo among you, so that the three of us can be together. So, you completed your masterpiece with great enthusiasm. You were proud of it for a while. "Mom said, quietly sitting in a chair, it seems, are still intoxicated in the warmth at that time. I looked at my mother's contented appearance, and I paused, thinking: This small photo in this big photo turned out to be the way it is. That little photo was pasted with glue when I was a child. How naive it was then! The truth finally came out, and the mystery in my heart disappeared. But I am still immersed in this past. Although I didn't remember it before, now I feel as if I have returned to that day, and I can still see the way I posted photos with my clumsy little hands. I was moved by myself.

I looked at the big family photo on the wall. I stood between my parents with a happy smile on my face. What a sweet family! Looking at it, I suddenly burst into tears. How long has it been since I stood between my parents? Now I'm not as weak as I thought, and I'm taller than my mother. But I want to stay close to them. How nice it is for a family to snuggle together like this!

Nowadays, children seem to be separated from their parents, unwilling to communicate with them, and their relationship with them is becoming more and more alienated. Where is the affection that blood is thicker than water? Friends, learn more about your childhood fun. That childhood full of love and care, you will be moved by deep affection, just like me, standing among your parents!

Childhood story 3 In my childhood, there were many interesting things. The most interesting and unforgettable thing is the experience of selling books.

Selling books is something that many people have never tried. Before I was 7 years old, I never thought I could sell books by myself. On Children's Day when I was 7 years old, when I was playing in the labor park with my parents, I saw many people selling things. I thought to myself: can they sell it? I've been standing by watching. After a while, I got the answer: because there were many people on Children's Day, my belongings were robbed. My eyes lit up and I said to my parents, "There are so many people in the park that people buy everything they sell. It is easy to make money. " Mother said, "Do you want to try?" As soon as I heard it, I was very excited and said, "I have a lot of toys I don't like, and then I found out the baby pictorial when I was a child and sold it." Send it right away, haha. " So, we went home to sort out two big bags of books and toys and came to the labor park to set up a stall. Mom asked me to set the price myself, and I said, "It's 3 yuan a book." Mom said, "OK, it's all yours." After that, she and her father stood opposite and watched. I began to sell loudly: "sell books!" Sell books! Come and buy it, 3 yuan! "Soon, people came and went to my place to read books. Some people ask, some people watch, and no one buys. At this time, an aunt came with a little sister. I was busy recommending my book at once and said to them, "This book is good, and that book is also good." Buy one and have a look. Very cheap. " But my little sister shook her head and left. I ran to my mother and said, "mom, no, no one bought it." I'm going to sell a 2 yuan. " Mom said, "well, make up your mind." "So, I ran back to sell, or someone to see, no one to buy. Later, I reduced the price one after another and sold it to 1 yuan, and finally sold it to 1 yuan, and also gave a toy. More than two hours have passed and not a single book has been sold. I was very tired, sad and disappointed ... then my mother came up from the opposite side and said, "What do you think? "Is it easy to make money?" I shook my head in dismay and said nothing. Mother said, "son, the result of selling books is not important." What matters is what your experience has made you understand. " I nodded. That evening, I wrote a diary entitled "An Unforgettable Life Experience", describing the incident. I wrote: "It's really not easy for mom and dad to work to earn money. I will never let my parents buy unnecessary things again ... "

Remember selling books when I was a child. I thought of what Soong Ching Ling once said: "Any achievement is the result of hard work". Yes, the work is not easy, and the working people are really great! I must learn to respect and be grateful from an early age. When I grow up, I will be a useful person to my country.

Childhood story When I was 4 years old, I was brought up by my grandmother. My grandmother lives in the country, which also gives me many simple memory shells by the sea. Until now, it has not been buried by the gravel of time, nor swallowed up by the waves of time.

I remember it best in the country. Nothing more than stealing corn in a small field outside grandma's house.

At that time, I liked walking in the fields, with several neighbors and sisters. Once, I didn't eat much at noon, so I was a little hungry when I walked.

Sister, I am hungry. Why don't you go back to eat and come back to play? I suggested.

My sister shook her head and said, no, we have come so far, how can we give up halfway?

I said, well, sister, shall I go back to the head office alone?

Sister still won't allow it. What if you can't find us when you come back? Guess what? You just have to put up with it. You are almost in your cornfield. Big deal, you jump down and get some corn to eat. Didn't you plant it anyway? This is not stealing. Believe me, you must be right! Sister's tone is so firm.

I nodded and ran to my cornfield with all my strength.

Finally! I found the tallest corn, picked the fattest corn cob, peeled it and couldn't wait to chew it. There is a sweet and astringent smell of corn in my mouth. By the way, I broke some more for my sisters to eat. Anyway, this kind of corn will be eaten sooner or later. Let's talk about it first! After dinner, we talked again and walked home slowly.

As soon as the door was opened, my grandmother smiled when she saw the corn kernels sticking to my mouth. When your grandfather went to see the cornfield just now, he found a few missing. I thought it was a sneak. Did you eat it? Don't do this again. How can corn be eaten raw like you? When you are greedy, let me bring you some!

My head is like a chicken pecking at rice, but I am thinking in my heart: how many is enough? Three or four sisters, one for each. Isn't there a last meal? Grandma says corn can't be eaten raw, but how can I feel delicious?

Although some seem stubborn, they still miss it, don't they?

The story of childhood is beautiful and colorful. These stories are like pearls strung on a time necklace and exist in the long river of memory.

It was one morning, when I was in class, I suddenly felt uncomfortable with my legs and bulged, as if I was blocked by something. I said to myself, "Be patient. I can handle it after class. " I endured, endured, and finally looked forward to the bell ringing.

After class, the students all ran out to play. When the students went out, I took advantage of the gap and couldn't wait to open my pants. It doesn't matter if you don't look. This gave me a fright. It turned out to be one of my socks. How did I get here? My face flushed and my heart beat faster. what am I supposed to do？ Where should I hide it in case teachers and classmates find it? I'm like an ant on hot bricks. I got up too late in the morning and put it on without paying attention. I also silently criticized my mother in my heart. At this time, a classmate came back. I immediately took out my socks with my cleverness and stuffed them into my schoolbag in an instant. All actions are done at once. Then he picked up the cup and pretended to drink water. After confirming that no one had discovered my secret, I breathed a long sigh of relief, and the big stone in my heart fell to the ground.

When I got home, I quietly told my mother about it. After hearing this, my mother couldn't keep up with her laughter. I'm not ashamed to tell my father, because I'm afraid he will laugh at me.

Speaking of it now, our family will still laugh. The fun of childhood is like a rainbow. Colorful, interesting, interesting and even embarrassing things will leave us a lot of laughter. Is there anything interesting in your childhood? Come on, let's hear it!

Childhood story 6 Once, when it was time for dinner, Edison still didn't come back. My parents are worried and look around. It was not until the evening that I found him in the hut next to the yard. Seeing him lying motionless in the haystack with many eggs, his father asked very strangely, "What are you doing?" Little Edison replied unhurriedly, "I'm incubating chickens!" " "It turned out that he was surprised to see that hens could hatch chicks, and he always wanted to try it himself. At that time, his father pulled him up with anger and laughter and told others not to hatch chickens. On the way home, he asked doubtfully, "Why can hens hatch chicks and I can't?"? "

The story of childhood 7 childhood is an endless song, and every note in the song jumps with the cheerful rhythm; Childhood is a colorful bubble, and every color in the bubble shines with dreamy light; Childhood is a magical encyclopedia, and every detail in the book is full of mystery. ...

I was particularly interested in small insects when I was a child. I always like lying on the ground and watching ants move. Stick it on the wall to study cobwebs; Squatting in the grass and watching maggots squirm ... once, while observing ants, a guy covered in yellow spots suddenly fell from the sky, and I was attracted by it at once. The bird's wings seemed to be slightly injured, so it had to crawl slowly in front of my eyes. Seeing that it looks so beautiful, I decided to take it home for myself. I picked it up carefully and held it in my hand. On the way home, I began to play with it. Sometimes I pushed it forward with my fingers, and sometimes I turned it over. Soon I found that this little guy was motionless. No matter how I fiddled with it, it just didn't move. I thought to myself: it won't be dead, why can't it stand the toss? I have to take it home! I blame myself for killing such a lovely little guy. So I had to stick it on the wall and give it to my favorite little ant for dinner. While I was still immersed in regret, something amazing happened. The little guy suddenly spread his wings and flew away. I opened my eyes and mouth wide, and it took me a long time to come to my senses: it was still playing dead just now, what a clever little guy! Although I didn't take it home at last, I went home happily at the thought that it was so clever.

It turns out that all animals have a desire to survive, and they also know how to get a chance to survive and how to get freedom. Playing dead helped the little guy win his life and freedom. I still admire his wisdom when I think of that incident when I was a child.

Childhood story 8 childhood dad, family life is extremely difficult. Because grandpa's monthly salary is not 10 yuan. In order to solve the difficulties of family life, grandma gets up in the dark every day to do farm work, feed pigs and cut wood ... and dad is only 8 years old, so he gets up to fetch water and fill water boxes and take care of his brother. It seems that it is not easy for dad to be young!

That doesn't count. After picking the water, my father walked 2 kilometers with his schoolbag on his back. After buying vegetables, he hurried to school. The burning sun shines on the earth in summer, and my father walks on the hot land and goes to school sweating; In winter, water drops into ice, and my father's often frozen feet at school are like carrots. Sometimes when the family breaks up, grandma buys a piece of cloth to make a pair of cloth shoes for dad, and dad can't bear to wear it. Only after school can he put on cloth shoes to warm his feet. No matter whether it is cold or hot, my father never missed class and got excellent grades. To my surprise, my father went to school barefoot! In my father's childhood, there were no white steamed buns, steaming white rice, TV sets, interesting comic books and even a pair of shoes!

Family income can no longer afford father's tuition. At that time, it was only 1.5 yuan every semester, which was insignificant to people today, but it was astronomical to my father at that time. So, dad used the summer vacation to sell popsicles to earn tuition. At that time, a popsicle was only 2 points, so my father had to buy 750 popsicles and the insignificant 1.5 yuan together!

After listening to my father's story, I blushed like a tomato and was ashamed to the root of my neck. Half a ring, I was silent, my eyes filled with tears. Yes, I was moved by the power of my father's childhood, and then I thought about how different my childhood was from my father's.

Ah! Dad stood on his own feet when he was a child. But my childhood was full of happiness. Every day, you can wear beautiful clothes to school; When I get home, there are good meals and dishes waiting for me. Sometimes the food is not delicious and I will lose my temper with the little princess.

Dad is a hundred times better than me, no! A thousand times, no! Ten thousand times ...

Childhood story 9 In my childhood, there are countless childhood stories.

When I was a child, I liked to play war games. It's dangerous to fight, but we agreed that we should only hit the lower body and never hit the upper body when launching. The game has begun. First, everyone found a hidden place to hide. It is so hidden and easy to shoot that even if someone passes by, it will not be found. So the people hiding here immediately attacked each other, and a "melee" began.

Once, I hid in a big tree. This big tree blocks my body tightly. Suddenly, I heard gunshots behind me, so I quickly turned around. I saw the enemy chasing our players. I immediately went to the rescue-I fired eight shots in the tree and finally killed the "enemy" and rescued our team members. Just then, a gunshot and several leaves flew over my head. "Ah, it's been discovered!" I jumped out of the tree at once and got ready to fight. "Oh my God! It's you! " It turned out that my teammates regarded me as an enemy because the leaves were too dense.

Childhood days are really carefree and happy! The fun of childhood is endless, endless, endless!

The story of childhood 10 Childhood is like running water, quietly passing away, but the memory of childhood is beautiful. Everyone has a childhood, and everyone has childhood memories. One day, my father turned on the computer and released Tayu Lo's childhood. This song reminds me of my childhood story.

First of all, the story of my 3-year-old emerged. It was a crazy time for me to study.

One day, I was at grandma's house, running and playing in the house. My mother saw that I was crazy and was afraid that I would fall, so she ordered me to say, "Be good and read the newspaper to grandpa." I bumped there.

Grandpa knows I'm going. When he saw me coming, he picked up a newspaper and said, "Come, read it to me." I picked up the newspaper and read it. I didn't know what that meant then. I've always thought about it and thought it was fun. Although I think I can read a lot, there are some words I can't. When I read the sentence "standing there", I couldn't understand "Chu", so I took the newspaper and ran to ask my mother. Go back and forth seven times before reading an article.

Then, I will be 4 or 5 years old. I fell in love with reading, but I couldn't understand the mystery. So, my mother ordered me a children's story book. I get books every month and read them when I get home. It looks like 1 hour. One afternoon, I hid in bed, covered myself with a quilt, looked around and found some Children's Pictorial to read. I watched until a long time later, I heard my mother crying: "Son, where are you?" Dinner! "Come out and look at my watch. Oh, dear, I've been reading all afternoon! I thought at that time, haha, have fun!

At the age of seven, I went to school. Another unforgettable thing happened to me. At first, I thought going to school was fun, so I was very happy. At that time, I was fascinated by calculation again, and mathematics naturally became my favorite subject. One day, my mother bought me a pencil case with a multiplication table I didn't know at that time. I asked my mother, "What is this?" "multiplication table." I looked at it. Just after watching 1, I went to ask my mother, "Mom, what is the symbol of' X'? How to read it? " Mother replied, "this is a multiplication symbol, which is pronounced' multiplication'." I read it once and found the law. Suddenly, my stomach hurts, so I have to go to the toilet. When I was bored in the toilet, I memorized my career with that little memory. At the prompt of my mother, I actually recited it, and I admired myself at that time!

"Eat!" Dad patted me. "Give you a song, is to let you listen, have a good meal. What are you going to do? " The rice is cold! "I quickly buried my head in the rice so as not to be scolded!

The story of childhood 1 1 The story of childhood is colorful, just like a passing rainbow and as colorful as a butterfly. How unforgettable these wonderful memories are. Most of these stories are ridiculous, but they appear in your mind from time to time like bright pearls.

I remember when I was four years old, my aunt kept a lovely puppy, and I couldn't help seeing it every day. After a few days, I was whimsical. Since ducks can swim, can dogs swim I will do the experiment with this problem.

I picked up the puppy that day when people were not looking, and wanted to put it in the water tank. The puppy kept barking, as if begging me not to do this. But I still put it in the water tank, and the puppy swam all over, but it was covered with water. Fortunately, my mother saved the puppy in time, otherwise the puppy would have drowned. The puppy caught a cold and kept sneezing after being caught. My hair is all wet, and water drops fall from time to time. And the water in the tank should be changed, because no one wants to drink the water that the dog swam through. As for me, I was severely criticized and never dared to do experiments again. Actually, I'm afraid of being trained. My mother also told me that the puppy is too young to swim now. If you do this, it will kill the puppy, and the puppy will never swim again. I half understand, only know that I can't make fun of the puppy anymore. Uh-huh nodded.

This is my ridiculous childhood, colorful. The little mind is full of many fantasies and plays many jokes. I am still wondering what the universe is like, whether it is full of many joys and gifts everywhere, and this is my wonderful childhood.

Childhood story 12 When I was a child, I lived in an army compound in Mentougou, Beijing, where there were stories I couldn't finish telling when I was a child. Before my family moved to Changchun in 2007, I had been living in this childhood paradise, where I had unlimited fun.

When I was a child, playing hide-and-seek with my friends near the playground of the compound was my favorite. As soon as it got dark, we rushed to the playground and several three or four-year-old children began to play. My friend Lele is very good at cheating. He counted "one, two, three" very quickly. He came to me before I could hide. Chubby, his legs and feet are not very flexible. When he was running, he accidentally knocked over a big water bottle without a lid on the roadside bicycle and gave Grandpa Wang, who was squatting to clean the car, a cold bath, which caused us all to be taught a lesson, but we couldn't help laughing at Grandpa Wang's wet head.

Later, when SARS broke out, people in the compound were not allowed to go in and out casually except for work. When they come back, they must have their temperature tested before going in. Even the vegetable sellers drove into the yard and sold vegetables on the playground. I remember that the vegetable seller was a chubby middle-aged man. At that time, we were very naughty and often played jokes on him. We stood on the steps beside the playground and threw pebbles at him. We also mix vegetables from pile to pile, and sometimes we hide a banana peel under the car door. .....................

Anyway, I did some tricks that we thought were exciting at that time, but my uncle never got angry. Once I went too far, fell down the steps and got a big cut on my head, and I fainted at that time. Later, I heard from my mother that it was the uncle who sold vegetables who sent me to the health center and bandaged me, which really made me feel guilty for being naughty.

Later, when the SARS epidemic was under control, I should go to kindergarten. Kindergarten is also in the compound, the food is very good, and I often eat my favorite big steamed stuffed bun. Besides, the teacher tells us stories every day. What impressed me the most is the story of Journey to the West, "the Monkey King made a scene in Heaven". The teacher told the story first, and then arranged for us to perform. When the Monkey King was crushed to the foot of Wuxing Mountain and was about to crush Wukong, the stage built by foam blocks collapsed with a bang because the music played by Tathagata was too heavy. As a result, Tathagata was crushed to the foot of Wuxing Mountain, and we laughed our heads off.

After a year of primary school in Beijing, my family moved to Changchun in the summer vacation of 2007, and I also left my beloved compound where I lived for seven years. When I returned to Beijing last year, the compound had been rebuilt, the small kindergarten had become a parking lot, and my friends had moved away, but the big playground that brought me infinite fun was still there, and the stories I couldn't tell as a child were still there. I will cherish it in my memory forever.

Childhood story 13 when I was looking through old photos, I remembered an interesting story. It's still fresh in my mind.

I was about three years old when it happened. It was a summer and it was raining heavily in Harbin. At that time, I just wanted to play and called my grandfather who was far away in Henan.

I thought, "How can I go out to play without rain boots?" I call my grandpa "Grandpa!" I can't wait to say, "It's raining heavily here. Please help me mail my rain boots! " ""ok, ok, I'll post it in a minute! "Grandpa told me. I hung up the phone happily. I thought again, "If Grandpa only sends me a pair of shoes, I can only jump out and play!" " "I quickly called my grandfather for the second time:" Grandpa, don't just give me a shoe, otherwise how can I go out to play? " Can't I jump out? "I said naively." "Don't worry," Grandpa said confidently. Who am I? I'm your grandfather! "I'm relieved now. I was thinking, "ah! I can go out to play again, tell grandpa! " I let out another cry: "Hee hee hee hee hee hee!" "Haha, why are you so happy?" "Grandpa, guess." I hung up the phone happily.

I will never forget it.

Childhood story 14 People often say that Guilin's landscape is the best in the world. I am very lucky. I have been to Guilin. It was in my second grade.

In the morning, my parents and I packed our bags and set off. We finally arrived in Guilin by plane for several hours. When I got off the plane, I saw the picturesque and beautiful scenery there. I was immediately fascinated by the scenery. The water in Guilin is very clear, and you can see the sand and stones at the bottom of the river. The water in Guilin is really green, as green as a flawless jade. No wonder Grandpa Chen Yi said: I don't want to be a fairy, I want to be a Guilin person! What impressed me most was going rafting.

We arrived at the drifting site. After buying the tickets, we began to drift.

At first, I thought drifting was very simple, but after rushing down, the idea was immediately dismissed, and my heart suddenly became nervous, and I didn't know if there would be any danger. This feeling only lasted for a while, and I got used to it, integrated into this activity and enjoyed drifting. We started a water fight, splashing water on each other and spraying each other's faces with water qiāng. We had a good time.

Unconsciously, the drift is over, and I can't bear to part with it. I think I will bring more friends to share the pleasure of drifting next year!

Childhood story 15 When Qi Baishi first came to Beijing, he was financially strapped and could not afford to rent a house. He lives in Fayuan Temple, and the painting price is pitifully low. In "Old Man Baishi's Self-Report", he said: "My Runge, a sector is priced at two silver coins, which is half the price of ordinary painters, and few people care about it. My career is very lonely. " Inspired by the great artist Chen Shiceng, he changed his ways in ten years. Ten years later, he was unique and had a brand-new painting style, but he was still isolated from the Beijing school of painting. Conservative painters ridiculed his paintings as "wild fox Zen" and "tacky". Although there are many excellent works, it is difficult to sell them.

1929, Xu Beihong was the dean of Peking University Art Institute. He saw the artistic value of Qi Baishi's paintings at a glance, and hung the note of "Xu Beihong Ding" under Qi Baishi's paintings at the exhibition. After that, he compiled a collection of paintings, prefaced Qi Baishi, sent it to Shanghai for publication, hired him as a professor, and sent a carriage to pick him up every day. The wheel ran over the stone road in the alley, and the hoofbeat awakened Beijing's dream.

Xu Beihong said to the students: "Qi Baishi can be compared with any master of Danqing in history. He can be your teacher or my teacher. " He pushed Qi Baishi to the high platform of art in a high-profile way. Qi Baishi said gratefully in a poem to Xu Beihong: "Why can't I criticize everything? Jiangnan looks at Xu Jun alone. " Another letter even said, "My parents know me, Xu Yejun." Affectionate, from the heart.

Not only Qi Baishi, but also Fu Baoshi was deeply influenced by Xu Beihong. When young Fu Baoshi was wandering at the crossroads of livelihood and art, Xu Beihong strongly affirmed his paintings and sponsored him to study in Japan. Fu Baoshi returned to China after completing his studies, enjoying the same fame as Qi Baishi, and the "two stones in the north and south" complement each other in the field of Chinese painting.

So, who is the master behind Xu Beihong? Xu Beihong lived in Shanghai in his early years, and Harbin, the real estate king, collected a portrait of Cang Xie. In order to make a living, Xu Beihong carefully drew an application. Harbin asked Kang Youwei for identification. After reading, enjoy it. Kang Youwei is deeply educated. After the failure of the political reform, he devoted himself to studying, then traveled to Europe, learned Chinese and Western, and became a master of Chinese studies. He is not only liberal arts and history, but also calligraphy and painting, which is highly respected by students.

Soon, Xu Beihong and Kang Youwei established a teacher-student relationship, became Kang Youwei's "disciples" and lived in Kangzhai, Xinjiayuan. Kang Youwei took out his own treasures: ancient and modern rare books, paintings, epigraphy and sculptures, which Guan Xu could browse and explain one by one. Under the guidance of the teacher, Xu Beihong has made great achievements.

Kang Youwei often drinks tea in the shade of flowers, strokes his beard and watches his disciples work hard in the house. Accepting Xu Beihong as a disciple was the most proud thing in his later years. Since then. He also used the connections in the capital to promote Xu Beihong to study in France at public expense.

The reason why masters become masters is not only their own talent and hard work, but also the masters who support them are indispensable.