My masterpiece writing essay 800

1. My "Masterpiece" Composition

Life is a big stage, everyone is performing their own story, and I am the protagonist of the story.

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Growing up, I was weak and timid by nature. I was used to being unknown and playing a supporting role.

In class, when the teacher asks a question, I know I know it well, but I look at others with envy to answer it. The teacher has inspired my inner desire countless times. I asked myself in my heart: Why don’t I dare to show my true self? I hope to be discovered by the teacher, and I long to be the protagonist.

As a quiet person, I am used to painting silently by myself. The colorful paintings are clearly my desire to truly depict myself. Over time, I accumulated a large pile of picture albums. When I sit alone and meditate, I get used to admiring my own handiwork. I never dared to think that one day, I would truly be the protagonist.

The arrival of the high school entrance examination has made every student anxious. The separation is coming soon, and the Chinese teacher wants to have a party and needs to design a layout. "Which classmate can design a layout that will leave everyone with good memories?" Everyone looked at each other, you looked at me, I looked at you. I, the ugly duckling who is usually looked down upon, suddenly had an inexplicable impulse, "Teacher, please let me try it." All at once, dozens of eyes focused on me.

I boldly walked onto the podium where usually only my beloved teachers would play the leading role, and confidently performed a song with me as the leading role: the blackboard became a stage for me to be free and unrestrained, and the five-color chalk became a stage for me to be free and unrestrained. It became a flying ribbon in my hand. In an instant, the quiet blackboard turned into a colorful, youthful river with a distinctive theme in my hands.

"Love in Parting One by One" subtitle: Youthful you, beautiful me.

"Good, it expresses everyone's feelings just right." The teacher praised.

A cartoon Mickey Mouse is designed on the left, a bunch of lotus flowers are painted on the right, and several dragonflies fly around the school head.

"Yes, Mickey Mouse means youth, and lotus means nobility. 'The little lotus has just revealed its sharp corners, and a dragonfly has already stood on it.' I didn't expect you to be so outstanding!" said the teacher. . I feel very happy, and it feels so good to play the leading role! Why didn't you dare to reveal yourself before? Why does youth not have brilliant colors? Why don’t you dare to express yourself in life? Why have you never dared to pursue happiness? I truly realize that people should challenge themselves. Youth needs to be its own protagonist and needs a gorgeous life.

In some corners, I designed many small flowers. "Teacher, are you satisfied?" Great, what do the students think? "

"Okay! ""What a little painter we have! ""I never thought that he, who is usually unknown, would have such a talent for painting! "

Listening to the praises one after another, I felt warm in my heart. "Take action when it's time to take action." In this story, I finally played the protagonist for a time and finally got recognition from others! Time is like a song, The years are passing by in a hurry. Since we are together in this world, why not show your true self for once!

Dear classmates, always believe in yourself and challenge yourself. The protagonist is you!

Be more confident, be bold, be willing to be the protagonist, and show yourself, and you will gain a lot and achieve a lot! 2. Write an essay of no less than 450 words with the title "My Masterpiece"

Today, everyone must be surprised to see this topic. Let me tell you: "My masterpiece" is to raise the tadpoles I raised to death.

During the Qingming Festival, I accidentally discovered it. A tadpole was swimming freely in the small ditch next to my grandfather's grave, so I took it home and adopted it. I first brought a basin of water, put some soil in it, and gave it some delicious food. Then put the tadpole in and give it a warm home based on nature. Done! The tadpole shook its long little hands and feet, as if to say to me: "Thank you, little master." ”

One night passed. I got up half an hour earlier than usual. Without washing my face or brushing my teeth, I hurriedly looked at the tadpole. I saw it alive and well, swimming around in the water and waving its little hands. Little feet. And I found that there seemed to be a little less food, oh? I was so happy!

I thought this tadpole was pretty easy to raise!

On the way home from school at noon, my mind was thinking about what to feed the tadpoles? Vegetables or meat. But when I saw the tadpole, I felt something was wrong with it. It sank to the bottom of the water, motionless. I touched it with my hand, and it moved reluctantly. In order to save it, I immediately changed the water, put vitamin C tablets into the water, added soil, and added rice. After half an hour of tossing, there was no improvement. When I went to school in the afternoon, I looked again, and I was very disappointed. It was already dead with its legs in the air. I shook my head helplessly and said sadly: How difficult is it to feed tadpoles?

This is my "masterpiece", which makes me understand that every life in nature cannot survive without its unique environment! 3. Composition of 480 words on my masterpiece

My masterpiece

Today, several classmates and I were making dumplings at my aunt’s house.

The making of dumplings begins. First, I went to the bathroom to wash my hands, couldn't wait to pick up the dumpling wrapper, scoop up an appropriate amount of filling, sprinkle it in the middle of the dumpling wrapper, dip it in water and apply it around the dumpling wrapper, then fold it in half and stick it together to make the shape. Seeing the dumplings I made, my mouth is watering! But it's not burned yet, so you can't eat it. I controlled my greed, swallowed my saliva, and started to make the second dumpling. In the end, I made something different. What do you think it is? "UFO"! ! ! (This is not a flying saucer!). Not long after, a plate of cooked dumplings was served. I took one bite at a time and ate the dumplings I made. If they were made by others, I would definitely not eat them, because the dumplings made by others would be too ugly.

After a while, another plate of delicious dumplings came up. Before I could put it down, I started looking for my masterpiece. Huh? I can't even tell the difference. Forget it, no matter what, I picked one at random, and it was a hit. What I held in my hand was the "little man" I made, but it was a pity that there was too little meat filling.

Today, I not only ate delicious dumplings, but also learned what imagination is.

My masterpiece

My own carefully designed piggy bank is adorable. The piggy bank is dressed in green, and the green coat is dotted with a few lavender wild flowers, plus the colorful lace inlaid on the edge, so beautiful!

My little creation

My carefully designed piggy bank is very cute. The piggy bank is dressed in green. The green coat is dotted with a few lavender wild flowers, plus the colorful lace inlaid on the edge. It's so beautiful!

Let me introduce the birth of my masterpiece!

Speaking of which, it was a coincidence. Once, my mother bought a box of iced black tea from the store, and someone gave her a lot of coins. My mother didn’t say that coins were difficult to keep and could easily leak, so she asked me to keep them for her. I don’t have a piggy bank at home, where should I put it? I am worried, oh? The art teacher asked us to make a handicraft at home, and it was due the next day, so why not just make a piggy bank.

If you are thirsty, drink a bottle of iced black tea first! When I was about to throw the empty bottle into the trash can, I suddenly thought of using it. Wouldn't it be nice? It's good, but the neck is too small, making it inconvenient to put money in and get money out. With that, I cut off the neck of the bottle, leaving the middle and lower parts. It's so rough, how can I report it to the teacher? Just add some flowers to decorate it. Then look for it? I cut flowers from old clothes and lace from torn socks.

How to design a more beautiful design? I first cut a trapezoid out of purple cardboard, attached the lace to the bottom edge of the trapezoid, and put it together to form a desk lamp cover. Then I cut a circle and covered the seal to make a movable door. This way, I can put money and collect money. Money is convenient.

Then stick a few flowers on the appropriate places on the bottle, and finally use colored pens to draw rainbows, birds and butterflies on the cardboard. Doesn’t my piggy bank become a wonderful meticulous painting?

Unfortunately, until now, the inside is still very spacious, because my pocket money is not what I pay! The total property is only thirteen yuan.

However, there is one of the most precious coins inside, which you have never seen before. It has "Bust of Chairman Mao" on the front and "Hangzhou West Lake" on the back. 4. Composition "My Masterpiece" of 480 words

There are many articles here. Please choose one. "Childhood dreams, colorful dreams; childhood songs, happy songs; childhood footprints in a string; childhood's Stories piled upon piles.

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Does this song remind you of your wonderful childhood? In those colorful years, many things happened, not as bright as the stars. My childhood was beautiful, with many things happening. Things worth remembering... As long as I can remember, my aunt's class has raised two chicks. Whenever I have time, I go to my aunt's class to see the chicks. I don't know how long it has passed, but the two chicks have gradually grown up. After a long time, the hen laid the eggs, and the chicks were about to hatch. 21 days later, I heard the cry of chicks. I saw this and heard this sound.

I felt that the chicken was so pitiful, so when the hen and the rooster were not at home, the opportunity finally came to help the chicken... That day, the hen went to find food for the little chicken, and the naughty rooster was not at home either, so he ran away. Went out to play.

When the aunt was not paying attention, she picked up an egg, held it in her hand and stroked it gently, and said seriously: "Chicken, don't be afraid, you will come to the world in a while. . "After that, I no longer hesitated, peeled an egg, and a chick with residual heat and eyes that had not opened was "born". It looked at me and called twice as if to say: "Thank you. You, let me come to this world as soon as possible. "

I was so happy that I peeled off the second one. When I peeled off the fourth one, the hen came back. When she saw me "bullying" the baby snake, she pounced on me. After one bite, blood immediately flowed out. I went to find my aunt in tears. My aunt didn't say anything to me, but said in a dumbfounded way: "Little fool, the chicken won't be born until a certain time!" If you deliver babies like this, they will die. "After I heard this, I hurriedly ran to see the chicks. Sure enough, the chicks I had just "delivered" were almost dead, but the ones I had not "delivered" all survived.

I regretted it very much. , but everything is too late... Although it has been a long time ago, and although I was still young and ignorant, this incident has always spurred me to move forward and never retreat. Childhood is a sea of ??joy. p>

On the shore of memories, there are countless shells, some are gray, reminding people of a sad past; some are bright, reminding people of childhood fun. I am looking for the most beautiful shells on the shore of memories. Ah, I found it... At that time, I was only six years old, the age where I have a special liking for birthdays.

I like birthdays because I get to eat big cakes, and that time, it happened. An interesting thing happened: After working all morning, I can finally eat the cake I have been waiting for! Look, the cake is big and round, covered with pure white cream, and filled with various cream flowers. , seems to be smiling at me, so cute! The cake also has "Happy Birthday" written in red jam. Under the candlelight, the cake makes me salivate!

I finally got it! I took a big bite of the cake, ah, it’s so delicious! My sister suddenly smiled. This smile made me confused. When I looked in the mirror, I A piece of cream rubbed on my nose, like a clown!

My sister doesn’t like cream, and she was thinking about what to do when she suddenly saw the cream on my nose. As soon as he lit up, he said with a smile, "Sister, come here! "I strode over without thinking. My sister asked me to sit down, and she brought a plate with my favorite cream in it. I thought she was going to give it to me, so I opened my mouth wide.

"Pop", a cool thing stuck to my forehead, then my face and chin. I knew it was cream, so I stretched out my tongue to lick it, but I heard a burst of laughter. I went to the mirror. At first glance, ha! A little cat appeared in the mirror! There was a patch of cream on the east and west of my face.

My face was painted like Peking Opera facial makeup. No, the colors of Peking Opera facial makeup are not that simple. The pure white cream looks like the fur of a small cat in the mirror. I lick the cream, so why don’t I look like a greedy cat? I also laughed, and I was out of breath.

I suddenly transformed into a greedy little tabby cat! Every interesting thing about my childhood was like a colorful shell. These colorful shells held up my colorful childhood! I am naughty and mischievous. Now I will tell you an interesting story from my childhood.

I remember one time when I came home, I saw my father sleeping in bed, so a "bad" idea suddenly popped into my little head, which was to draw "facial makeup", of course not on paper, but - ---To draw on Dad's face, I first found paint, pens and water, then I carefully drew a big "王" character on Dad's forehead, and then used khaki to draw around Dad's face A bunch of golden stripes, this is a majestic tiger. After finishing the painting, I was happy for my "masterpiece" and at the same time felt sorry that my father's face was painted like this because of his beautiful face. It's a pity that I was painted like this.

While I was happily looking at my "masterpiece", my father suddenly woke up and looked at his confused look. I burst out laughing. My father looked at me inexplicably. He saw the watercolor paint and water all over the floor and looked at my malicious smile. Dad quickly ran to the bathroom and looked in the mirror. When he found that his face had been painted into lines by me, he also looked at it. Without watercolor paint on his face, he ran into the house quickly, grabbed me and beat me randomly, which made me scream. Although this incident has been a long time ago, I still remember it vividly. Look! How naughty I was when I was little! It’s still interesting even now when I think about it! There are many interesting things in everyone's childhood, and I am certainly no exception. Let me tell you an interesting thing in my childhood.

It was a hot summer, and I was playing at my grandma’s house. My grandma lived in the countryside and she raised a lot of chickens. One day, my grandma, uncle, and grandpa went out to play and left me alone at home. I was very angry and thought to myself, why are they doing this and not taking me with them when they go out.

I had nothing to do in the house, so I wanted to go to the chicken coop and see what the chickens were doing. As soon as I entered, I heard a "bang" sound, and a hen laid an egg.

It was so fun. I touched the egg curiously. Hey, it was hot and wet. This is when an idea popped up.

I thought to myself, if chickens can lay eggs, then all the chickens in the chicken coop must be laying eggs. Why don’t you take out the eggs? This is what my grandma saw when she came back. 5. How to write the essay "Masterpiece"

Xin Qiji in My Eyes

You are the sea, I appreciate your vastness; you are the mountains, I appreciate your majesty. In my eyes, Xin Qiji is an unparalleled genius. He was born in the stormy Southern Song Dynasty. He roared the west wind with a sword and advanced with a song. He was bohemian and aloof. He was humorous and pastoral. His ambitions were unfulfilled and his return in spring was delicate and beautiful. Spring sorrow outlines the beautiful scenery of life.

I like to read about your heroic spirit, which is a kind of awe-inspiring spirit and majestic momentum!

Xin Qiji's words were not written with a pen, but carved with knives and swords. You are the first person in Chinese history who was born in the military, started fighting with force, and finally turned to literature as a career and became a great poetry writer. Only by having personal experience on the tip of a sword can one fall in love with the masculine beauty of "Flying on the Battleship Floor", "Flying with a Whip", "Pointing the Sword to the Three Qin Dynasties" and "Horse Racing in the West Wind". I read the adjective "Finish the king's affairs in the world and win fame during and after his death." I clearly heard the sincerity of a patriotic minister.

I like to express my hatred with you, where there is love and worry like fire.

Xin Qiji's words were not written with ink, but wiped with blood and tears. Only those warriors who pledge their lives to their country and are ready to shed their blood on the battlefield and wrap their bodies in horse leather will look up to the sky like Qu Yuan when the hero is at the end of his life and his ambition is hard to realize, and he will be like the general who was angry and frustrated. You face the rivers and mountains, look at Chang'an, climb dangerous buildings, pat the railings, and shed tears. You love the country, the people, and the court. However, the imperial court is afraid of you and refuses to use you. After living as a subject of the Southern Song Dynasty for forty years, you were left idle for twenty years. During the twenty years of continuous use, you were used frequently thirty-seven times. transfer. In my eyes, Xin Qiji has been steamed and sun-dried for nine times, boiled and fried, and has been tempered many times without giving up. That is a kind of loyalty that has not regretted even after nine deaths.

Xin Qiji was famous for his illness, but he had been dancing with guns and swords since he was a child, and his five-foot body was as strong as an iron tower. Did he ever suffer from any diseases? He just has a problem: Jin Ou Que, the moon is not full, the mountains and rivers are broken, and his heart is uneasy. Submit "Ten Essays on Meiqin" You are politicians like Zhuge Liang, Fan Zhongyan, and Jia Yi who are always worried.

Behind you, the storms of history, the hatred of famous clans, the struggle between good and evil, the entanglement of love and hate, you have been trained to sigh, which is also a good word. . As the saying goes, it took three hundred years of turmoil in the Northern and Southern Song Dynasties to produce Xin Qiji.

Eight hundred years have passed since the long river of history. In my eyes, Xin Jiaxuan is still full of pride and ambition. Today, I read your poems again, and I would like to talk to you about the vastness of the clear sky and clear autumn, the laughter of sand gulls full of sorrow, and the autumn battles with you on the battlefield! 6. I have my persistence essay 800 words

Life is a long road with many people.

Time always passes through the crowds. When I look back at the hustle and bustle, I only see people coming and going. He Wei remained unchanged, but already felt inexplicably empty.

A road is long; a road on both sides is wide, allowing people to come and go. People are always growing in cycles. If you lose nothing, you will never look back, and you will never give up easily. In fact, what we call growth is constant gain and loss.

I have been wandering, but I have never forgotten the direction. People always need to be persistent in order to achieve the success that comes from the goals they want to have and never give up. Like a turbulent river, it is like a pool of stagnant water when it is alone. It may be evaporated, or maybe a gust of wind blows and the stagnant water becomes slightly rippled. So, I chose to go. Once you start running, you will never look back or stop. The waves stirred up by the rocks along the way were not as strong as the stormy waves, but they still made a clear sound of hitting the rocks. A person's achievement does not depend on the size, but on how he gets it. Waves of waves, accompanied by the crisp sound of hitting rocks, rush to the sea with the river. My persistence, like this rush, that unspeakable persistence may make me scarred or exhausted, but it doesn't matter.

Like a story, as long as there is a good ending;

Like sailing, as long as there is scenery on the other side;

Like walking in the dark, as long as you touch the light; < /p>

It’s like running towards something, as long as there is a final victory;

My persistence is inexplicably stubborn.

Human beings are born with feelings, and a heart is filled with thousands of feelings. You will be tired, in pain, hesitant and confused. Whenever you want to give up, think about why you persisted for so long and why you have reached this point. Starting over is not a way to recover. Think about the original intention of persistence, and don’t give up easily if you persist. Don't give up despite all difficulties. Persistence is not just talk, persistence also requires courage.

The path you choose will be finished even if you walk on it, and you will eventually have to finish walking if you are stagnant. Maybe what you want is far away from you, so why don't you go for it.

I was thinking, as long as a ship reaches the end, even if it fails, is it considered a glorious defeat? How can a person have no regrets? I think it's probably because I have more to strive for than those who can't catch up.

Thousands of sails race against the mighty tide of life, and you can only win if you persevere to the other side; if you guard a flower until it blooms and fades, and its leaves turn yellow and wither, you can only guard it until the end; the ending of a play is unpredictable, watch it It’s not complete until the end.

I have been wandering, but I never gave up the direction. My persistence, my persistence in not giving up. 7. My Favorite Famous Masterpieces Composition

There are many books at home. I have two of China's four great classics at home, one is "Water Margin" and the other is "The Romance of the Three Kingdoms". My favorite is "The Romance of the Three Kingdoms". This story happened at the end of the Eastern Han Dynasty. Due to a large-scale peasant uprising, the rule of the Eastern Han Dynasty was completely shaken, and China entered an era of hegemony among heroes.

In that chaotic era, many heroes also emerged. Liu Bei, Guan Yu, and Zhang Fei are. They all wanted to join the battlefield and serve their country. Because of the same ideals, they became sworn brothers and embarked on the road of joining the army together.

The reason why "Romance of the Three Kingdoms" attracts readers is its soul-stirring text and the depiction of vivid and distinctive characters, such as: the resourceful Zhuge Liang, the brave and capable Guan Yu, Zhang Fei, It also describes each war in a thrilling and gripping way, making people watch it endlessly.

There are many wonderful stories in "The Romance of the Three Kingdoms", such as: borrowing arrows from a straw boat, burning Red Cliff, Zhao Zilong riding alone to save the savior, being in Cao's camp but still thinking about Han, capturing Meng Huo seven times, etc.

The battle at Red Cliff is really exciting and spectacular.

After everything was ready, Huang Gai took a large ship filled with flammable materials and added sulfur to "surrender" to Cao's army. When Cao Cao realized something was wrong, it was too late. Huang Gai's twenty large ships instantly ignited blazing fire and rushed straight towards Cao Cao's warship. The large and small warships of Cao Jun were all connected together and could not escape. Soon, all the warships of Cao Jun were on fire. The soldiers fled in a hurry, but countless people were burned to death by fire and drowned in water. Then, a fire broke out in the military camp on the shore. In order to protect Cao Cao, the soldiers quickly broke out. But during the escape, he was ambushed by Zhuge Liang. In the end, only twenty-seven soldiers were left. In this battle, Liu Bei and Sun Quan defeated the many with less, and initially established the situation of the Three Kingdoms.

I understand a lot by reading "The Romance of the Three Kingdoms". Guan Yu was loyal to Liu Bei. Even though he was in Cao's camp, he was still in the Han Dynasty. This made people deeply feel the depth of the relationship between Guan Yu and Liu Bei. The reason why Zhuge Liang was able to help Liu Bei conquer the world was because he had knowledge, was familiar with astronomy and geography, and was good at using various strategies. It proves that we need to learn knowledge from an early age so that we can achieve a career when we grow up.

"The Romance of the Three Kingdoms" is very popular and wonderful! 8. An 800-word essay on Bellmen's masterpiece

After returning from Su's studio, Bellmen was lying on the broken bamboo chair in the small room, sipping wine in small sips, staring at the blank white cloth in a daze.

What was he thinking? He felt that Miss Jonesy was still very young and should not have contracted pneumonia, let alone lost her confidence. How he wanted to help Jonesy! However, he is a poor old man, and he has not had enough to eat, so what can he do to help? The only thing he could do was to help Jonesy regain his confidence.

But he has never read any books and doesn’t understand any major principles. How can he persuade him? Miss Jonesy is too ridiculous. It would be too ridiculous to let a vine decide her life and death! What about the leaves? Maybe it was blown away by the wind! Bellemen became concerned about the vine leaves again. "If the vine leaves never fall, wouldn't Miss Jonesy have hope of survival?" Bellemont said to herself.

"Yes, that's it!" He stood up from the bamboo chair with a "swish", put on his raincoat, carried a mottled palette and a few peeled paintbrushes, and held a The old lantern, carrying a dusty ladder, walked out... He walked so urgently, so fast! What is he going to do? Palette, brushes, ladder - he's going to paint vine leaves! Belle came to the eaves of Jonesy's window and raised her head to look at the last vine leaf on the ivy on the opposite wall. It was a windy and snowy night, and the vine leaves were falling with the heavy snow.

He set up the ladder, creaked... creaked... stepped on it, chose a place, and began to complete this masterpiece that had been planned for 25 years. I saw him holding the palette in his left hand and the brush in his right hand, carefully smearing on the palette, and then painted on the wall one stroke at a time.

The lantern was hung in a crack in the wall not far away, just shining on this area. He painted tirelessly, painted... Suddenly, a beam of light came from Jonesy's house opposite, no! Someone is opening the window! Bellemen quickly covered the lantern with her raincoat and huddled on the ladder.

To Bellemen's surprise, it was Su who opened the window! She looked at the bare ivy with her dull eyes, and immediately became anxious. Because it was too dark, she didn't seem to notice the unfinished ivy leaf, but she was just very uneasy. At this time, Jonesy's call came from inside the house, and Su hurriedly closed the window and drew the curtains.

Bellmen stood up and found that the raincoat had been blown away by the wind and the lantern was extinguished. But the look in Su's eyes just now made him decide that he must finish painting the vine leaves and save Jonesy! So, with a faint ray of moonlight, he painted the leaves with more concentration.

As the night went on, the wind and snow became more raging. The cold wind blew against Bellmen's thin body, and Bellmen's pneumonia worsened! Fortunately, the vine leaves are finally finished.

Bellmen came down from the ladder, carried his belongings, and returned home breathlessly every step of the way. Before he had time to change his clothes, he fell on the bed and was so painful that he couldn't get up. 9. An 800-word essay on Bellmen's masterpiece

After returning from Su's studio, Bellmen was lying on the broken bamboo chair in the small room, sipping wine in small sips, staring at the blank white cloth in a daze.

What was he thinking? He felt that Miss Jonesy was still very young and should not have contracted pneumonia, nor should she have lost her confidence.

How he wanted to help Jonesy! However, he is a poor old man, and he has always had nothing to eat, so what can he do to help? The only thing he could do was help Jonesy regain his confidence. But he has never read any books and doesn’t understand any major principles. How can he persuade him? Miss Jonesy is too ridiculous. It would be too ridiculous to let a vine decide her life and death! What about the leaves? Maybe it was blown away by the wind! Bellemen became concerned about the vine leaves again. "If the vine leaves never fall, wouldn't Miss Jonesy have hope of survival?" Bellemont said to herself.

"Yes, that's it!" He stood up from the bamboo chair with a "swish", put on his raincoat, carried a mottled palette and a few peeled paintbrushes, and held a The old lantern, carrying a dusty ladder, walked out...

He walked so fast, so fast! What is he going to do? Palette, brushes, ladder - he's going to paint vine leaves!

Belle came to the eaves of Jonesy's window and raised her head to look at the last vine leaf on the ivy on the opposite wall. It was a windy and snowy night, and the vine leaves were falling with the heavy snow. He set up the ladder, creaked... creaked... and stepped on it. After choosing a place, he began to complete this masterpiece that had been planned for 25 years. I saw him holding the palette in his left hand and the brush in his right hand, carefully smearing on the palette, and then painted on the wall one stroke at a time. The lantern was hung in a crack in the wall not far away, shining just right on this area. He painted tirelessly, painting...

Suddenly, a beam of light came from Jonesy's house opposite, bad! Someone is opening the window! Bellemen quickly covered the lantern with her raincoat and huddled on the ladder. To Bellemen's surprise, it was Sue who opened the window! She looked at the bare ivy with her dull eyes, and immediately became anxious. Because it was too dark, she didn't seem to notice the unfinished ivy leaf, but she was just very uneasy. At this time, Jonesy's call came from inside the house, and Su hurriedly closed the window and drew the curtains.

Bellmen stood up and found that the raincoat had been blown away by the wind and the lantern was extinguished. But the look in Su's eyes just now made him decide that he must finish painting the vine leaves and save Jonesy! So, with a faint ray of moonlight, he painted the leaves with more concentration. As the night went on, the wind and snow became more raging. The cold wind blew against Bellmen's thin body, and Bellmen's pneumonia worsened! Fortunately, the vine leaves are finally finished. Bellmen came down from the ladder, carried his belongings, and returned home breathlessly. He didn't have time to change clothes, so he fell on the bed and was so painful that he couldn't get up.