A 5o0-word essay on the joy of learning art

One day during the winter vacation, I was bored at home, so I went for a walk on the street. The streets were crowded with people and vehicles, and I was dazzled by the dazzling array of products in each store. When I walked to the end, I found a cross-stitch shop and pushed the door in with curiosity.

As soon as I entered the door, I was deeply attracted by the scene in front of me: the tiger on the cross-stitch was lifelike and lifelike; the wintersweet seemed to be flying in the snow. A waitress asked me: "Would you like to buy one for embroidery?" I hesitated subconsciously for a while and said, "Okay, bring me a small one." "Yes, please wait a moment." The waiter turned around to get the cross-stitch, while I continued to admire the exquisite works.

When I got home, I couldn’t wait to take out the cross-stitch piece, hid in my small room, and compared it with the reference above, I embroidered it carefully for fear of making mistakes. But there are unpredictable winds and rains, and God always tries every means to make me make mistakes. After being tested again and again by God, I finally gave in and simply threw the cross stitch aside and stopped embroidering it.

Somehow, my mother found out about this. She called me to the living room and asked me patiently: "Do you know Xin Fengxia's daughter Wu Shuang?" "Yes, our Chinese book "Yes." "Then tell me why she can become an outstanding drama actor?" "Because she has perseverance and perseverance and is not afraid of hardship." I answered my mother's questions one after another skillfully. Discover the "mystery" hidden inside. My mother stopped talking at this time and just stared into my eyes. This is when I suddenly understood my mother's intention, and my face turned red to the root of my neck. I ran into the room, took out the cross-stitch piece, and started to embroider it stitch by stitch under my mother's guidance.

“Cross-stitch is also an art. As long as you learn an art well, you won’t be afraid of having nothing to eat when you grow up.” This is what the waiter aunt told me. Under the guidance of my mother, I finished the cross-stitch. When we went to frame it, the waiter praised me for my good embroidery!