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1, I am good at drawing. Preschool class has a month's holiday, because no one at home looks at me, I go to work with my mother. Once, I felt that it was boring to play alone, so I found out the album my mother bought for me and drew it myself. Because my father is a cow, I drew a cow. My mother is a rabbit, so I drew a little white rabbit. I am a snake, so I drew a snake. After I finished painting, I showed it to my mother. She said I painted very well. When I was in the first grade, my mother asked me to learn to draw.

2. In art class, the teacher deftly holds chalk, sometimes boldly draws thick lines, and sometimes carefully. After a while, a goshawk with wings spread appeared on the blackboard.

I love painting, just like fish can't leave water. Painting is my most important friend, and I can't live without painting. I want to use painting to express my thoughts and describe all the beautiful scenery in the world.

My sister is sitting in the room copying pen-and-ink drawings. I saw that every time she turned to observe, the pen in her hand seemed to have eyes, and the lines drawn were exactly the same as those in the album.

Drawing not only brings me fun, but also brings me comfort like a good friend. When I am happy, I use crayons to show my joy; When I am unhappy, I will draw my troubles. Painting has become an indispensable part of my life.

6. I like drawing, not only because it can make people forget their troubles, but also cultivate people's interest. How wonderful it is when one is immersed in the ocean of painting! When we sit in front of the drawing board and describe flowers, people, scenery and things, our hearts can't help but be intoxicated with this wonderful scenery ... It is precisely because of this that I have shaped my calm and calm personality. I really want to thank you for drawing!

The little girl drew a row of sunflowers with a watercolor pen in her hand. The smiling face facing the sun on the screen shows a world full of childlike innocence.

8. Painting this love stems from a desire. Not for fame, not for serving others, not for myself, but for an instinct like eating or drinking. Painting, eating and drinking water can be compared, because they all involve absorbing good elements from this world and importing good things.

9. I picked up a pen and drew on the paper. A mass of toilet paper slipped from my hand, knocking out the beautiful echo of fighting for my ideal and flashing the most beautiful spark in my heart. My heart is warm and comfortable by the warm sun working hard for my ideal. The pen tip is still sliding, depicting the ideal arc and revealing the dawn of struggle! It has been solved! Looking at the dense toilet paper in front of me, I shouted loudly, and the sweet juice of joy filled my heart. I chanted in my mind; Struggle for the ideal, what a sacred word, full of expectation, full of expectation and full of success.