I have many hobbies, such as colored shells on the golden beach. Among them, I found a red shell containing my favorite hobby-painting.

When I was a child, I liked painting very much. I also signed up for several art classes. At school, I often take out a blank piece of paper and draw pictures on it after class and on Twitter. When I was a child, I thought my paintings were good enough. When I grew up, I took them out and laughed. In the picture, the nose is not the mouth, and it is simply a "clown". I didn't lose confidence in painting because of this. The painting is not good, maybe it's because of the age limit!

Since childhood, my painting level has been greatly improved! In these days, I have time to paint there and learned a lot about art.

I remember once, when I was in an art class, the teacher asked us to draw a circle. It took me a long time, but I can't draw well. This is because many students have finished painting, so I am in a hurry. When the teacher saw it, he came over and asked me, what's the matter? Why are you losing your temper here? I asked the teacher, "How can you draw a circle so well?" "As long as you paint more, you will achieve something." The teacher said.

After listening to the teacher, I calmed down. Sure enough, I drew a circle in a short time. I hurried to show my work to the teacher. The teacher looked at it and said to me, "You can't be impatient when drawing. You must take your time. " I nodded to the teacher.

Painting in the future is a kind of "leisure and entertainment" for me. "Yo-homework finished-"I jumped up with joy and took out a blank sheet of paper. My mother said, "Today! Let you watch TV for a while. " These are the three words I dream of "watching TV", but I said happily, "Draw a picture-" ...

I love painting, because painting can make people happy. This kind of love is extraordinary and beautiful.

Chapter 2: Learn to draw.

I learned an art when I was 1 1, and that was painting.

At that time, I only knew sketch, gouache, oil painting and Chinese painting, but I didn't know what to study. Seeing colorful gouache in Haitian School of Dadukou Wenti Road, I became interested in gouache, so I signed up and bought painting tools.

July 15 was the first day of gouache learning, when the burning sun was high in the sky. I'm not afraid. I picked up my picture folder and walked to Haitian School. When I walked into the classroom, I saw a kind teacher. She asked me, "Are you a gouache student? I nodded, and having such a gentle teacher made me more confident.

When I started the class, I got ready. I saw Mr. Wang put up a picture with vases and flowers on it, which fascinated me. After a while, I saw Mr. Wang put up a piece of white paper and said, "I'll teach you to draw the basic pattern and shape of this painting, and then you can draw it yourself." I am very careful. I drew where the teacher drew, and I finished drawing the basic shape of this picture for fear of making a mistake. I looked down and began to draw again. Painting is very troublesome. Be patient and careful, otherwise the color will be uneven. "Ding ..." Three hours passed quickly. I looked at my first painting and smiled. Ah, the first painting was successful, but I was not proud, but continued to work hard.

I have dozens of paintings today. All are "excellent". In the process of learning, I learned to be careful, not anxious, and concentrate. I will draw more pictures and get more "excellent".

Chapter 3: Learn to draw and write.

After a harsh exam, the summer vacation has finally arrived! I was about to go out to play, but my father signed me up for a painting class. Seriously, I'm a little reluctant. I should relax after the exam. My father also saw my mind, so he told me a big truth: painting can cultivate rich imagination, and you can also cultivate your own mind ... hey! I can't stand my father's trouble, so I have to agree.

The next day, I went to the Children's Palace with my father with painting equipment. The Children's Palace is dedicated to training some special students. However, the classroom is dirty, there are no tables and chairs, only some wood blocks. There is no air conditioning, only a few fans, and the conditions are very poor! Seeing this, I am even more depressed. I really want to turn around and leave. But thinking of my father's earnest words, I walked into the classroom. Say hello to the teachers and classmates, then I sat down with a block of wood, picked up drawing paper and pen, and started my painting career.

I am a sketch student, and the teacher first told us about plane perspective, angle perspective and three-dimensional sense. Then the teacher showed us a fruit bowl. I imitated the teacher's painting and thought it was good, so I started painting. However, compared with the teacher after painting, the difference is too far! Alas! There is no way, so we have to repaint! This time, I carefully observed how the teacher outlined and straightened the lines, and how to draw the fruit three-dimensionally. Soon, my new book came out. I took my painting to see the teacher. The teacher saw my painting and told me that it would be more perfect to draw a fruit cube. I did as the teacher said, and then showed it to the teacher. The teacher smiled with satisfaction, and so did I. Class is over. I will show my father what I said. Dad was very happy when he saw my painting and gave me an encouraging look. I didn't expect painting to be related to mathematics, so I will continue to work hard!

Through this painting, I realize that learning things needs perseverance, and it can't be learned overnight.

Chapter Four: Learn to draw.

I remember when I was in the first grade of primary school, I always liked to paint my mother's lipstick all over the wall and paint the snow-white wall like a flower. My mother was very angry when she saw me scribbling her lipstick, but my father thought I was very talented in painting, so I began to learn to paint at an early age.

I study painting in He Laoshi. He has a "country" face, is tall and treats people kindly. I just came here, and the teacher taught us to draw with circles. I saw the teacher holding a pen, drawing a round head on the paper, then drawing a pair of round eyes in the head and two oval mouths outside the head. The body is round, the tail is round and the wings are round. The teacher made a lovely bird with a circle. It turned out that painting was so interesting that my interest was immediately hooked up and I drew it on paper: a little boy made of circles stood in a circular pond and blew bubbles. When the teacher saw my painting, he smiled and said, "This little boy can do magic and stand on the water." The students all laughed, and I smiled shyly.

After studying painting here in He Laoshi, I feel that it is not hard at all. My teacher often tells some jokes. I hope to learn to draw every day.

Time flies and my painting level has been greatly improved. At this time, He Laoshi assigned me to a sketch class and asked me to learn sketch. Sketch is to show an object in three dimensions with a pencil. At first glance, it's a bit difficult. I had to draw the cube I saw under the light with pencils of different shades, which is the most basic thing in sketch. I picked up a pencil, drew a corner, and then drew it. At first, my hands were shaking and my lines bent involuntarily. I rubbed and painted, painted and rubbed, and it took me about two hours to finish the whole painting. The teacher saw it and boasted, "It's not bad, but it's not good enough here." Say, pick up the brush and process my painting. Three or two revisions, I compared it with the real thing. Hey, stop it. I really like it.

With the help of teachers and my efforts, I have made greater progress. Painting is like a blacksmith, which has cast my ability and perseverance.

Chapter 5: Learn to draw.

The experience of learning painting is my deepest memory, which has been deeply hidden in my heart. Now, I blow away the dust and touch the dusty memory. It reappears in front of my eyes, as if those years had reappeared in my heart. It was also in those years that I entered the silent world.

I was seven years old that year, and my mother took me into the world of painting. When I first met Miss Jiang, she was very young. She is tall and thin. I'm really worried that a gust of wind will blow and she will fly.

So, I followed her for three years as a mentor. At first, I could only draw some simple things, such as birds and trees. Later, she taught me to draw a hot air balloon. To tell the truth, I didn't know there was such a thing in the world at that time. After that, I began to paint crazily, and there was not enough paper. She said, "The paintings painted by this artist are perfect." I don't understand.

After listening to her words, I practiced well, but I couldn't practice a perfect painting, and she didn't say anything. Then I got tired and stopped. She added, "Be persistent." I started practicing again, but not like before.

Those days, I was in a bad mood. So she took me to Pengzhou to see peonies.

I saw the peony. It's beautiful. I feel much better when I see her. I especially like A Thousand Piles of Snow in Pengzhou. From a distance, it looks like a pile of snow on a branch, but from a close look, it smells elegant. My inspiration broke out immediately, and I drew a peony picture at once, but my painting skill was too poor. I've been thinking about it for days.

After her training, I can draw people, but it's not pretty. I don't know why she began to say something strange, "I'm going far away soon." I don't know the meaning of death, so I don't know that she will leave me in two years.

She left, just as she came gently. She must have gone to heaven.

Just four years ago, she came into my world, and she shocked me. Two years ago, she left me forever, I can only say; "Goodbye, Miss Jiang."