Since I really saw my buddy playing guitar last year, I have been deeply attracted by this instrument. Watching them play beautifully, I want to practice guitar. My father found my interest and bought me a guitar. At that time, I put all my energy into practicing guitar and sought the highest realm.
At first, I practiced fingering-that is, practicing the strings managed by each finger. I taught my cousin to write fingering charts for me, so that I could practice patiently and improve my speed. Of course, I devoted myself to the training of guitar! After more than a week of hard training, the fingering practice has been basically completed, and the speed seems to be too fast to recognize the strings! Then, I want to learn to press chords. My brother taught me to read a book and practice chords in it. He solemnly said to me: "If you want to practice chords well, you must eat bitter and not be afraid of pain. Many guitar lovers are scared by the pain and give up halfway, so you must overcome the difficulties! " Since then, I have devoted myself to learning chords.
"Halfway", the more I learn, the harder it is, and the more my fingers seem to touch the strings like knives. I really want to give up the guitar, but I can't let it go, as if it were saying to me, "Don't give up! You have to stick to it and don't look down on others! " I thought, "I will do what others can do. Since heaven forbid me to give up, I will continue to learn! " So, I concentrated on my study again, overcame all the pain and persisted with amazing perseverance.
Finally, heaven rewards diligence, and I have mastered the skill of pressing strings. Looking at the dark blue guitar and the beautiful Confucius, it seems that the round mouth is wide open, singing inspiring songs and singing for me.
I'm going to improve myself. Since then, guitar and I have become inseparable friends, and have performed in schools and radio stations.
My beloved guitar, thank you for letting me know that although there are many difficulties on the long road of life, as long as I dare to try and challenge, I will definitely become a strong person in life.
Guitar, I love you.
The bitterness and joy of learning calligraphy.
I have studied calligraphy for three years, and now I am a good calligrapher (at least I think so with children my age). Do you want to know how I practice? There is a lot of bitterness and joy in it.
I remember when I was 6 years old, one day my mother took me to the Rihai Painting and Calligraphy School to enjoy the children's works. There are calligraphy works in various fonts, as well as many different forms of ink painting and gouache painting. I envy you, and I really want to learn this skill. So my mother took me to sign up.
At that time, the teacher asked me to try to write, and I couldn't even hold the brush stably. I grabbed it like a crayon and got ink all over my hands. It's ridiculous to think about it now. Miss Huang slowly corrected my pen holding posture, and then asked me to try to write a horizontal line with a brush. As a result, I wrote a line full of "goose bumps". However, Teacher Huang said that I was very receptive, and she accepted me under my mother's repeated entreaties.
So I came to the classroom, and many younger children were practicing seriously. I also sat down and tried to "trace" the double hook exercise paper given by Mr. Huang. You know, at that time, I couldn't even draw colors well, and my "horizontal" and "vertical" were certainly invisible. Teacher Huang encouraged me to say, "Ding Tao has made rapid progress. Look how great you are with a pen! " When I was praised, I worked harder.
But at that time, I was naughty. In my mother's words, I said, "I can't sit still for a second." I didn't write for five minutes, and then I started to do little tricks. Teacher Huang came up to me quietly and said, "Ding Tao, do you want to write as well as this little friend?" Practice quickly! "Seeing that everyone is immersed in practice, I am also embarrassed to pick up the pen again. After another five minutes, I looked out at the children at the next table; Then he deliberately scribbled on his clothes, tables and chairs with a brush; Then I knocked over the plate with ink ... which made the teacher fidgety. Miss Huang had to stand beside me again and again, drawing my attention back to my calligraphy practice again and again. Teacher Huang criticized me this time and praised me next time, which not only made me understand that I didn't do well, but also made me not lose confidence. In this way, under the constant reminder and guidance of Mr. Huang, I gradually mastered some tips of calligraphy and spent more and more time practicing in class.
In the first grade, Mr. Liu knew that I was learning calligraphy, so he specially asked me to take part in the calligraphy class at school. I was very happy. However, I am still careless and naughty. Although I have high understanding and rapid progress, I always get dirty when I come home after writing Chinese calligraphy. My mother prepared a pair of sleeves for me to wear when I was in the calligraphy interest class, but I don't like wearing sleeves. Once, when I was playing with my classmate at the next table, he accidentally spilled ink on my desk. Because I always write dirty at ordinary times, and I am afraid of being scolded by the teacher, I used my quick wits to clean the ink with the sleeves of my clothes, and then put on the sleeves prepared by my mother. In this way, I passed the school teacher easily. But when I got home, my mother tried her best to clean the ink on my school uniform, so I had to buy me a new school uniform. I was very disappointed when my mother scolded me severely that time. I didn't need clothes to wipe it, but I was scolded by my teacher and scolded by my mother. So I can't get stuck in an interest class. Now that I think about it, I really regret it. If only Teacher Xu could forgive me and accept me as an apprentice.
Soon, I passed the words "positive" and "forever". One day, Mr. Huang discussed with my mother and me, hoping that I could practice hard for two years (including two holidays from Monday to Friday) and make achievements. I'm a little hesitant, because I'm so tired after sitting for a long time and a day! I feel that my free time in winter and summer vacations has been ruined, and I want to back down. My mother told me that calligraphy is the essence of ancient culture in China. It can cultivate the mind and temperament, which is very helpful for my future. Miss Huang also looks forward to the joy of future success with me. I finally made up my mind and chose to study.
This is my first summer vacation to study calligraphy at Mr. Huang's house. I come to Mr. Huang's house at 7: 30 every morning (Monday to Friday) and write all day (except lunch break and lunch). My mother will pick me up after work. All this sounds a little incredible. But somehow, I didn't feel bitter at that time. Maybe I have a good atmosphere, or maybe I thought my work would be released soon. After a summer vacation, not only did I not miss my homework (I did it on Saturday and Sunday nights), but my calligraphy also advanced by leaps and bounds. Although I envy my classmates for learning to swim, visiting places of interest in the motherland, surfing the Internet or playing games to their heart's content during the summer vacation, I think it is still worthwhile, and I gradually fell in love with calligraphy.
When I finished two works, I always felt that it was almost enough. At first, I felt that practicing calligraphy was a bit boring and meaningless. I was always distracted when practicing calligraphy. Fortunately, Miss Huang found it in time and gave me a new font-Zhang Qianbei. Suddenly I feel very fresh and challenging, and this font is also very suitable for me, and the strokes are heavy and atmospheric. The more I write, the more I devote myself to it. Seeing me working so hard, Mr. Huang started one-on-one teaching. I also cherish this opportunity. It is really "hard work pays off." With Mr. Huang's careful education and his own efforts, he won the second prize of "Mocai Cup National Children's Painting and Calligraphy Competition".
This is the story of my learning calligraphy, which taught me that you can only gain if you pay, and I will definitely keep practicing.
The bitterness and joy of learning calligraphy.
I have studied calligraphy for three years, and now I am a good calligrapher (at least I think so with children my age). Do you want to know how I practice? There is a lot of bitterness and joy in it.
I remember when I was 6 years old, one day my mother took me to the Rihai Painting and Calligraphy School to enjoy the children's works. There are calligraphy works in various fonts, as well as many different forms of ink painting and gouache painting. I envy you, and I really want to learn this skill. So my mother took me to sign up.
At that time, the teacher asked me to try to write, and I couldn't even hold the brush stably. I grabbed it like a crayon and got ink all over my hands. It's ridiculous to think about it now. Miss Huang slowly corrected my pen holding posture, and then asked me to try to write a horizontal line with a brush. As a result, I wrote a line full of "goose bumps". However, Teacher Huang said that I was very receptive, and she accepted me under my mother's repeated entreaties.
So I came to the classroom, and many younger children were practicing seriously. I also sat down and tried to "trace" the double hook exercise paper given by Mr. Huang. You know, at that time, I couldn't even draw colors well, and my "horizontal" and "vertical" were certainly invisible. Teacher Huang encouraged me to say, "Ding Tao has made rapid progress. Look how great you are with a pen! " When I was praised, I worked harder.
But at that time, I was naughty. In my mother's words, I said, "I can't sit still for a second." I didn't write for five minutes, and then I started to do little tricks. Teacher Huang came up to me quietly and said, "Ding Tao, do you want to write as well as this little friend?" Practice quickly! "Seeing that everyone is immersed in practice, I am also embarrassed to pick up the pen again. After another five minutes, I looked out at the children at the next table; Then he deliberately scribbled on his clothes, tables and chairs with a brush; Then I knocked over the plate with ink ... which made the teacher fidgety. Miss Huang had to stand beside me again and again, drawing my attention back to my calligraphy practice again and again. Teacher Huang criticized me this time and praised me next time, which not only made me understand that I didn't do well, but also made me not lose confidence. In this way, under the constant reminder and guidance of Mr. Huang, I gradually mastered some tips of calligraphy and spent more and more time practicing in class.
In the first grade, Mr. Liu knew that I was learning calligraphy, so he specially asked me to take part in the calligraphy class at school. I was very happy. However, I am still careless and naughty. Although I have high understanding and rapid progress, I always get dirty when I come home after writing Chinese calligraphy. My mother prepared a pair of sleeves for me to wear when I was in the calligraphy interest class, but I don't like wearing sleeves. Once, when I was playing with my classmate at the next table, he accidentally spilled ink on my desk. Because I always write dirty at ordinary times, and I am afraid of being scolded by the teacher, I used my quick wits to clean the ink with the sleeves of my clothes, and then put on the sleeves prepared by my mother. In this way, I passed the school teacher easily. But when I got home, my mother tried her best to clean the ink on my school uniform, so I had to buy me a new school uniform. I was very disappointed when my mother scolded me severely that time. I didn't need clothes to wipe it, but I was scolded by my teacher and scolded by my mother. So I can't get stuck in an interest class. Now that I think about it, I really regret it. If only Teacher Xu could forgive me and accept me as an apprentice.
Soon, I passed the words "positive" and "forever". One day, Mr. Huang discussed with my mother and me, hoping that I could practice hard for two years (including two holidays from Monday to Friday) and make achievements. I'm a little hesitant, because I'm so tired after sitting for a long time and a day! I feel that my free time in winter and summer vacations has been ruined, and I want to back down. My mother told me that calligraphy is the essence of ancient culture in China. It can cultivate the mind and temperament, which is very helpful for my future. Miss Huang also looks forward to the joy of future success with me. I finally made up my mind and chose to study.
This is my first summer vacation to study calligraphy at Mr. Huang's house. I come to Mr. Huang's house at 7: 30 every morning (Monday to Friday) and write all day (except lunch break and lunch). My mother will pick me up after work. All this sounds a little incredible. But somehow, I didn't feel bitter at that time. Maybe I have a good atmosphere, or maybe I thought my work would be released soon. After a summer vacation, not only did I not miss my homework (I did it on Saturday and Sunday nights), but my calligraphy also advanced by leaps and bounds. Although I envy my classmates for learning to swim, visiting places of interest in the motherland, surfing the Internet or playing games to their heart's content during the summer vacation, I think it is still worthwhile, and I gradually fell in love with calligraphy.
When I finished two works, I always felt that it was almost enough. At first, I felt that practicing calligraphy was a bit boring and meaningless. I was always distracted when practicing calligraphy. Fortunately, Miss Huang found it in time and gave me a new font-Zhang Qianbei. Suddenly I feel very fresh and challenging, and this font is also very suitable for me, and the strokes are heavy and atmospheric. The more I write, the more I devote myself to it. Seeing me working so hard, Mr. Huang started one-on-one teaching. I also cherish this opportunity. It is really "hard work pays off." With Mr. Huang's careful education and his own efforts, he won the second prize of "Mocai Cup National Children's Painting and Calligraphy Competition".
This is the story of my learning calligraphy, which taught me that only by giving can I get something, and I will definitely keep practicing.
There is a striking orange pumpkin in the corner of our bedroom. This pumpkin was given to grandma by my aunt, and grandma kept it in my house. This is my favorite work of art. This pumpkin is about 36 cm in diameter and has a stalk of about 4 cm at the top. There is a little green in a large area of orange, and the overall collocation is very harmonious. The more you look at it, the more it looks like a pumpkin carriage in Cinderella!
This pumpkin is ceramic and weighs about 3 Jin. The surface is smooth, cold and hard, but it can be fondled, just like holding a cornucopia. The dark green flower stalk is a little transparent, which gives people room for imagination and adds a little vitality. A pumpkin is divided into 10, perfect! This pumpkin is simple in structure, just like the pumpkin planted by the farmer's uncle. This pumpkin is not so bright and dazzling. It is usually orange, which makes people feel energetic and relaxed. This simple and simple scenery is much better than the ceramic pumpkin inlaid with rare treasures. Its simplicity and simplicity are remarkable.
This pumpkin is very realistic, just like a fresh pumpkin just picked from a vine! The surface of the glass pumpkin sparkles. If you put the glass pumpkin on the dining table without turning on the light, the gluttonous person will definitely want to rush up and take a bite.
The simple color of glass pumpkin makes me feel the hardships of working people; Its birth is inseparable from the hard work of glass-ceramic workers. This pumpkin adds some beauty to my family. Because of the rich imagination of glass-ceramic workers, more people will get more beautiful artistic enjoyment!
When I was a child, I was just a child chasing sand by the sea. The sea never gave me literary talent, and the muse never touched me with her hands. When I grow up, I leave the sea in my hometown. In a bookstore in the city, I first came into contact with so many books. Once, I dug out a collection of poems from a dazzling bookcase with Tagore's quotation printed on it: "Buy a collection of poems with coins in your hand, and it will make your heart as happy as a bird and fly freely in infinite emptiness." I just took a look and bought it like a treasure. Since then, Tagore has brought me to a colorful world. I am fascinated by poetry, just as I am fascinated by the deep and vast sea.
I found the charm of poetry as bright as the sun for the first time. Li Bai, who is optimistic and bold, Du Fu, who is deep and melancholy, and Li Qingzhao, who is graceful and restrained, walked out of the poetry circle ... They showed me everything in the world with different styles of pens. Gradually, I understood Wang Guozhen's sincerity, Shu Ting's delicacy and Wen Yiduo's profundity. I made friends with Shelley and Pushkin and experienced the magnificence of the world poetry garden. Slowly, I found that I can't live without poetry. Poetry always plucks my heartstrings with its invisible hand, plucks people's piano, and drives me crazy. So in class, I learned from the teacher's mouth that Gu Cheng yearned for "the night gave me black eyes, but I used them to find light"; After class, I chanted and entered the artistic conception of "lotus can be picked in Jiangnan, and lotus leaves are sweet in Hetian". I really feel like a happy bird that Tagore said, flying freely in infinite emptiness.
After reading many poems, I can't help but have a dream and gently open the door of literature hall with my poems. Whenever others play, I am fascinated by exploring the beauty of everything; When all the lights went out, I built a line of poems under the lights alone, and the thin pen tip flowed out the singing of birds, the blooming of flowers and the growth of tender grass ... I wrote the songs in my heart with my own pen, and everything was happy. Every time I send a poem, waiting becomes a part of my life. Although most of them sink into the sea, I sing a song when I think that Jiang Guo is really "frustrated"; When you are sad, write a poem. Because life is always beautiful, my mind is extremely open. Occasionally, I saw my words turn into printed words, and I was so excited that I couldn't sleep well for several nights. Although no one cheered, I felt that the door of the literary palace was slowly opening, and the muse smiled at me. My immature poem just fulfilled my literary dream.
I am addicted to reading and writing poems. That line of verse is a flying butterfly that brought me to a beautiful and colorful garden; That poem is like a firefly. "It gives off a faint light, but it will be bright when it is saved."
I will always be attached to the Muse, and I have no regrets.
My road to painting
I have special feelings for painting since I was a child. I remember when I was in kindergarten, my mother asked me what I wanted to learn. I said without hesitation, "I want to learn to draw." Therefore, I have an indissoluble bond with painting.
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.
Painting has a unique charm. I like comics and gouache very much. Especially cartoon characters, have always been my passion. Although there is no teacher's guidance, I have been working hard on my own to draw cartoon characters better. I have used many sketchbooks since I started drawing cartoons. Now, when I turn them out, they have different tastes. Although it was not very good before, every painting reflects my love for painting. As we all know, the level of Japanese comics is excellent. Although I hate the Japanese, I really admire their comic level. After having a computer at home, I found some Japanese cartoons on the Internet and copied them myself. Over time, my level has also improved a lot. Not only comics, but also other things I like very much. When I was in primary school, I always took painting classes on weekends and took several grade exams. I have always treasured one certificate after another.
One of my sisters also likes drawing very much. On the white wall of her room, you can see her paintings-that was when she 10 was in her teens, regardless of her mother's opposition, she insisted on painting the most beautiful things on her wall. Her rough and bold lines made me deeply realize her love for painting, so I had the same topic with her.
Besides, I also like fashion design and home decoration. They all gave me beautiful enjoyment. I have a sketch book, especially for designing clothes. Sometimes I draw a few pairs, so I show them to my sister and ask her to give me some advice.
I think painting is a very elegant art, which can cultivate people's sentiments. It will accompany me now, I believe, in the future, and painting will accompany me all my life. Because, I have unique feelings for it. I studied electronic organ, guzheng, calligraphy and so on before, but I didn't stick to it. I only kept painting for nearly 10 years. This feeling can only be understood, but not expressed.
I am very happy, and painting can accompany me at any time. In any case, I won't give up painting.
Beautiful vase
On Sunday, I happened to find a group of southerners selling porcelain in a square near my home. The bustling crowd kept coming. Some strolled leisurely, some wandered aimlessly, some stopped to watch curiously, and some enjoyed it with great interest. Some of these people are old people, some are middle-aged people who are interested in porcelain, and there are many young and fashionable men and women. I walked into the square with curiosity.
I saw that the square was full of squares similar to soldiers and soldiers. Each square is surrounded by colorful flannel of different colors. The shelves inside are filled with all kinds of porcelain, the colors are very beautiful, and the prices range from hundreds of thousands to tens of yuan, which makes people see things in a blur. I'm a layman in porcelain, and I can't tell which kind they are, let alone whether the price is reasonable. I walked aimlessly with the crowd. I saw a beautiful young lady buy a beautiful porcelain vase with green peony on it, and an old lady bought a flowerpot with a lid. It is said that it can be used as a decoration when you go home, which is very practical. There are also blue and white porcelain bottles, fish tanks, porcelain stools and so on. I walked around and saw that people bought it very lively. Suddenly, I have it, too.
Now that I have the idea of buying, the following shopping is purposeful, but I know nothing about porcelain. How can I buy it? How to buy? What kind do you want? I was at a loss, just watching others buy, listening to others and wondering what I should buy. Because my knowledge in this field is too poor, I am not sure to buy really good things at all, so I can only buy them according to my own preferences, which is more beautiful and meaningful. After shopping for a while, I saw a porcelain vase with the words "Jade Hall is rich" and these bright red peony flowers on it. This is very festive, beautiful and stereoscopic. According to the seller, the three-dimensional effect of this porcelain bottle is quite complicated after being fired twice. Touched by hand, the texture is good, and the overall shape is more modern. The rich and auspicious meaning of peony is also good, so I bought it. Then I bought some small porcelain bottles. The pattern on the small porcelain bottle is the smiling face of a small doll, which is very cute. They are like three little sisters. You see them together, as if whispering, very warm and comfortable. In a word, I like these four beautiful porcelain bottles very much. Every day, I will look at them carefully, appreciate their charm and indulge in them. Through this purchase, I have a great interest in porcelain, and I want to know more about this knowledge in the future. Prepare for the next purchase. Since the Beijing Olympic Games was held, I was shocked to see the blue and white porcelain decoration of the subway line. It turns out that such a traditional thing will have such a beautiful effect, and it is impressive. It is just fulfilling that sentence, only the national is the world! Blue and white porcelain makes Beijing more beautiful, updates the Olympic Games, and makes people all over the world feel the auspiciousness and happiness brought by China elements!