Now everyone writes with pens, pencils and ballpoint pens, but did you know that in ancient times, people wrote and drew with brushes? But there are many kinds of painting and writing.
Brushes are large and small, thick and thin. These brushes are also of different types, such as double brushes, wolf hair, wool and rabbit hair ... double brushes are half of wolf hair and wool, neither soft nor hard, just right. Wolf hair is glued on one by one, which is very hard and suitable for writing in small brush strokes. Wool is made of long wool, which is soft and suitable for painting Chinese paintings. Rabbit hair is mostly used to write big, big words, such as the birthday of the elderly. It is absolutely appropriate to write a big birthday word on red paper with rabbit hair. By the way, there is also a very thin brush, which is used to draw meticulous paintings. Very suitable for meticulous painting.
The ancients could use a brush to absorb ink to write calligraphy works. Today, many calligraphers and painters need pens. Brush is their favorite thing.
Don't underestimate this long brush. The ancients made it with great efforts. Although the brush looks not as good as the current advanced brush, it can draw a picture on rice paper or write a good calligraphy work. It had a very resounding name in ancient times: "Magic Pen".
In today's life, the brush is still common, but in the eyes of Chinese painting masters, it is a "magic pen container"
This resounding name has always lived in their hearts. With the development and progress of the country, people use pens, pencils, ballpoint pens, watercolor pens and so on. But behind these pens, there will always be traces of writing brushes. In any case, don't forget the historical glory of the brush.
Round head, round face, bright eyes and flat nose make up a lovely me. I am a little book fan. After reading this book, the whole world seemed to disappear, so I entered the story.
In recent years, I like reading very much, and I found some mysteries in the book that we don't know. Being in a bad mood is turning over a book, which will make people forget the sad and boring things; Happiness is reading a book, which will make people feel like they are in a dream. In a word, books are an indispensable part of my life.
Once, I was reading at home, and my mother wanted to buy food, so she said to me, "Now there is water burning on the gas stove. After about ten minutes, turn off the gas stove, okay? " I immediately nodded and said, "OK, don't worry! Leave it to me here. " As soon as my voice dropped, I went on reading my novel. I turned the pages slowly, and an hour passed unconsciously. Watching, my eyelids drooped and I fell asleep. After a while, I felt very thirsty, so I ran to the kitchen. As soon as I entered the door, the kitchen was full of smoke and the boiling water was almost dry. I quickly ran over, picked up the kettle and got a big blister on my hand. I cried in pain. Just then, my mother came back. Seeing this, she immediately turned off the gas stove and opened the window. My mother saw the blisters on my hand and quickly put my hand in cold water and said, "Son, you must have forgotten the time when the water boiled." When you promise others in the future, you must remember to arrange things well. Just like you promised your mother today, if you are afraid of forgetting, just take the book and read it in the kitchen, so that what just happened won't happen. "I nodding.
This is me-a little book fan.
The first perfect composition 3 is as beautiful as flowers and jade, like water passing by. The more beautiful things are, the easier it is to die, just like my first life.
From the moment I stepped into Class 7, Grade 7, No.1 Middle School of Corps, I was closely tied to it, laughing for me and sorrowing for me. ...
God is good to me! As soon as I arrived at the first grade, I was admitted to Class 7. From then on, a kind and experienced head teacher, a gentle and talented deputy head teacher, and a large group of sunny and distinctive students will accompany me through the whole three spring and autumn study life.
When I was still in a daze, the final exam of the first semester came.
After learning that geography, biology, history and a series of "resumption classes" have to be formally tested, my heart is cold from the inside out!
You know, in the first semester of junior high school, when my "biological clock" was not adjusted, biology and geography classes happened to be the most sleepy time for me. These two courses are synonymous with "sleeping class"! In desperation, I reluctantly picked up a brand-new book and turned it page by page. After only a few flips, I lost confidence. I can't understand any of the red and green topographic maps and strange cells in the book! With the belief of success and failure, extremely diligent review can also be said to be preview! At that time, I thought: even if I fight for this life, I will be admitted!
Fortunately, he didn't die later. Not only that, I actually did well in the exam, with an average of 90 points in all subjects!
After this terrible "battle", I dare not be absent-minded in class any more. The results have really improved a lot this time.
Recalling those "Days of Our Lives", I felt a lot at the moment.
Dong Rong, who won the Excellence Award in Learning English, is now studying in Grade One of No.13 Middle School in Beijing, and got a perfect score of 100 in this final exam. At present, I am studying and thinking about the first-year Olympiad math class, and I am a student of Wang Yuliang, a famous Olympiad math teacher. Dong Rong passed the Cambridge Children's English Test Band 3 in the fifth grade and got 12 shields. The primary school participated in the National Spring Bud Cup Composition Competition and won two third prizes and one excellent prize. Dong Rong not only has excellent academic performance in all subjects, but also works hard at school. She is now the director of the school propaganda department and the school broadcaster. She was once rated as one of the top ten students in the school. Dong Rong usually studies and works correctly, and all subjects are excellent. How does she plan her study and life? With these questions, the net editor began a telephone communication with her mother.
Cherish time and study in advance is a magic weapon.
Dong Rong's mother said that Dong Rong's study is inseparable from her earnest attitude. This winter vacation, Dong Rong studied and thought, and took the course of Olympic Mathematics. After returning home, she taught herself two new concept English books and asked her relatives and teachers to help her with the courses she will study next semester. Dong's mother said that Dong Rong used this winter vacation to finish the first semester course ahead of schedule.
In the first year of junior high school, Dong Rong began to learn and think about the Olympic math class in junior high school. Dong's mother thinks that the child is very low-key in the class. Dong's mother asked the teacher if her child was out of his mind. Teacher Wang said it was not like this, because Dong Rong studied very hard and always wanted to learn a knowledge point and understand it.
When the young eagle grows up, it will soar in the sky; When the horse grows up, it must ride on Yuanye; Calves grow up in farmland ... growth is not only reflected in physical changes, but also in a person's psychological maturity and responsibility for his own behavior.
As time goes by, I am growing. ...
I still clearly remember that on the first day of school, I snuggled up to my parents and walked timidly into the primary school gate. New classmates, new teachers, new environment ... everything is new, and even this experience is frightening. I don't want to communicate with my classmates after class and dare not raise my hand in class. I feel completely isolated. That stranger, to be honest, I really didn't know what to do at that time. Six years!
That memory is still so clear, but six years passed quickly. The same face, but the fear has already disappeared, and there is a happy smile. Graduation photo embodies all smiles. Between smiling faces, friendship lingers and seeps into the heart. On graduation day, we cried, and the whole class cried. This is not only a tear, but also a pearl of friendship! Is a witness to our growth!
I went to junior high school and I grew up.
Still follow parents, but no longer snuggle; Or walk into the campus, but no longer afraid; Still a new classmate, a new teacher and a new environment, but not shy. ...
Growth is difficult and easy.
Growing up is babbling out the first "mom"; Growth, that is, crooked Chinese pinyin to founder Chinese characters; Growing up means caring for yourself and others; I just can't be brave when I grow up
Footprints grow again and again. How long is the road of life? Take the pace of growth, and maybe one day you will suddenly look back and find that the road you have traveled is so long and difficult!
Everything is only because of growth!
On the first day, the perfect score composition 6 started as scheduled. Once again, we embarked on a journey of studying. With curiosity and expectation. Stepped into the dream junior high school life.
On the day of school, it rained in Mao Mao. It only carries emotions and sadness. Even so, it was a sea of people that day. Colorful umbrellas, you squeeze me and I squeeze you. It adds a special scenery to the desolation stained by rain. My eyes looked around eagerly. When I saw you goodbye, it was not a familiar face, but a strange face.
The rain changed from a trickle to a downpour. My heart also cried with the rain, silently crying.
Yes, I broke up. I broke up with my primary school classmates! Even in the same school. It is inevitable that there will be no intimacy before. We can't solve a difficult problem together, and then, tacit high five, cheers.
It is impossible to run together in the rain in a weather like today. It rains intermittently and sometimes it rains cats and dogs. Sit together, wait for the teacher to ask questions and raise your hand.
The traces left by the years are really deep. At that time, we could quarrel together and stop talking for a few days when we were angry, but we always thought it would be a long time. There are many happy days in the future.
My eyes looked around eagerly, and no one around my class was an old acquaintance. Not even a shadow.
I'm afraid of loneliness, and I'm afraid that no one can accompany me crazy until I get old.
Time, why are you so heartless? Deprive me of what little happiness I have left. What left me was endless loneliness and fear.
I can't find you, leaving only memories of various spices!
Brother 7, you ignore my tears! Don't listen to me! Don't look at my heart! Let's go In such a cold street! You let my world pass the season, with leaves flying in spring, snow falling in summer, rain falling in autumn and flowers blooming in winter. Brother, you left me and I tried not to cry. I want you to know that I am a strong child, but, brother! My heart hurts, brother! You said that when a young tree grows tall, it must learn to be strong. If you endure everything, you can bite the bullet and get through it! Brother! I don't cry anymore, I want to be strong, the little tree grows taller, and it wants to absorb the sunshine and nourish itself. What's the matter, raise your head and face it, don't back down, I'm strong and I'm sure to overcome setbacks! Brother! I learned to be strong! Let go of the big hand, and the small hand is strong.
Brother! When I left, my big hand fell off my small hand and I couldn't hold it anymore, brother! You left, you said, let go of the big hand and let the little hand learn to be strong, brother! Let go of your big hand when you leave. Let your little hands grow up, learn to be strong, don't cry when you fail, work hard, don't cry when you fall, and stand up again! Brother! With big hands, small hands will be strong! Why did you leave? Let go of the big hand, and the small hand has learned to be strong. It bravely tries to find its own direction!
I learned to be strong, strong, let the fragile trees grow in the wind, be strong, let the pre-released plum blossom in the cold, be strong, and let the weak me grow happily!
Everything is instantaneous, everything will pass, and what has passed will become a beautiful memory! Everything, let us face it firmly, and happy days will come!
Friendship is easy to read, but not easy to do. I remember when I was a child, I was in a kindergarten with Pan Xin, Wang Yanyan and Wang Ruoyao. We were very happy then.
At lunch time, I suggest not eating steamed bread, but eating it while walking. Pan Xin and they all agreed to my suggestion. Our teacher found us eating steamed bread while walking. The teacher asked us who spoke first. Pan Xin said it was her. As a result, the teacher wouldn't let her sleep and let her stand at the door of the small class (we were in the big class at that time). I can't sleep at noon, thinking about Pan Xinfa's life. In the afternoon, Pan Xin came back. I asked her what was wrong, but she smiled and said nothing. I feel warm in my heart, and I think Pan Xin has a kind heart.
Another afternoon, we just woke up, everyone went to drink water, but I found that my cup was gone, and I just woke up and was thirsty. Everyone is thirsty, and naturally everyone can't take care of themselves. No one will see that I don't have a glass of water At this moment, Wang Ruoyao came over and said, "I seem to see that you don't have a water cup. Here, use mine. " I gave it back to her after drinking the water. When she went to get water, there was no water. I said, "What if there is no water?" Wang Ruoyao said, "But I'm not thirsty now, because I feel happy to help others."
Our class went to exercise in the morning, but I forgot to take the skipping rope. Wang Yanyan said, "I'll take you with me, so the teacher won't talk about you!" " ""then the teacher won't talk about you! "It's okay. I will do anything for my friends.
Now, Pan Xin, Wang Yanyan, Wang Ruoyao and I are still "doing the necessary things". We just made friends a few years ago. We are very United and help each other.
Although we only have about four months left to go our separate ways, we believe that we will meet again.
Every time I hear a joke, I think of Cui Xiangyu.
Hao of our class loves to watch the F 1 Grand Prix and is a big fan of Ferrari. One day, he said to me sadly: "Schumacher (referring to his brother) actually exploded!" Cui Xiangyu listened and immediately said, "Schumacher's anus exploded?" We laughed, but she was confused (pretending) and said, "It really exploded. How did it hurt? Is life in danger? " Hearing her depressed words, we laughed even harder.
Cui Xiangyu is not only humorous but also compassionate. Once, she found a dying seedling and said, "What a pity. I must save it. " I said, "Save what!" "You're wrong," she said. "If everyone thinks like you, there will be no more green on the earth, which will do great harm to mankind!" I listened and nodded. On another occasion, Cui Xiangyu found several students breaking branches and said angrily, "Why don't you have any awareness of environmental protection!" One of the students said unconvinced, "I will fold." What is it to you? " With that, they slipped away. Cui Xiangyu is a tall man with long legs and runs fast. He caught up with them in a few steps and gave them a good education.
If you want to know more about her, come to our class and have a look!
Some people may ask: What is the most important thing in life? I would say: this is the goal. With the goal, what will be the next step? Is: struggle. Without struggle, how will the most important goal in your life be achieved?
It is a myth to want to get happiness without paying the price.
-Zhang Haidi
In my short life journey, I admire three kinds of people most: one is people who can bring me care, care, education and guidance, such as father, mother, teacher and so on; One is patriotic, who died for his country, such as Qi Jiguang and Huang Jiguang. There is another person, like Grandpa Zhu Kezhen, who struggled for his dream all his life. In fact, I can't tell what kind of person Grandpa Zhu Kezhen is. However, since reading the article "Lifelong Learning", I finally understand.
After reading the article "Learning for Life", my heart can't help trembling. "On February 10, the temperature was 0- 1℃, the northerly wind was 3-4, and the forest fire prevention was 5. Please listen to it on time tomorrow. " An aunt's crisp and euphemistic voice came from the radio. "Well, personal experience is more realistic. It's all because I'm sick and can't get out of bed ... "Suddenly there came a voice blaming myself and myself in the ward. Oh, he used to be a famous meteorologist, phenologist and physical geographer. He used to be Grandpa Zhu Kezhen, President of Zhejiang University, Dean of Academia Sinica, Academician of China Academy of Sciences and Head of the Department of Biogeography. I was deeply moved, for my grandfather Zhu Kezhen, for my dream, and for the spirit of learning.
In fact, people who struggle for their dreams like Grandpa Zhu Kezhen are not only Lu You, Wang Mian, Lu Xun, Cai Yuanpei and Ma Yinchu. They are all people who struggle all their lives for their dreams and learn from great men. In Marx's words, it is better to regret the past than to fight for the future!
In the bright autumn, I rode my bike slowly along the path, and sometimes I looked at the maple leaves on the roadside as red as butterflies. I can't help but sigh: how beautiful! Think about the funny appearance when I just learned to ride a bike, and the falling down again and again, which is still deeply engraved in my heart.
On a hot summer day, I was walking in the street, watching the scorching sun in the sky, thinking that the road was still long and I was tired. The crisp "ding" sound sounded and I looked up. A bicycle passed by me, and I suddenly had an idea: learn to ride a bicycle.
My "companion"-my father and I pushed the bike out. Dad said, "You go first, and I'll drag you behind." "Well, very good." I said. At first, the car was stable, but suddenly, the handlebars were heavily "ah!" I had a close contact with the earth, "Ouch, it hurts me to death." I cried and said, "Get up, are you okay?" Dad said, I patted the "poisoned" ass and stood up. "Nothing, I fell a few times." The sister next to me said. I looked up at the fiery red sun in the sky and kept repeating in my heart, "I wish I had fallen more." This sentence, continue to help the car practice.
After several falls, I got up again, staggered onto the handlebar and sat on it skillfully. After a push, the car drove forward. This time, the car drove surprisingly smoothly, and I think my father must be behind me. After riding a lap, I stopped to look back. There is no one behind me. "I learned! I cried in disbelief.
I told the good news to everyone. I know, if I gave up the first time I fell, I don't think I would ride a bike on the path, but I didn't give up, I persisted, and I want to support the fearless spirit that I can overcome many difficulties!
It has been foggy for the past few days. Fog is the breath and aura of the earth. People and mountains and rivers always need aura, otherwise how can there be outstanding people? I always thought so.
I like fog, especially watching the world in fog. Standing in the fog, there is a fairy-like intoxication: through the mist of white sand, we can see the mountains with outstanding charm, the wandering people, the graceful young trees, the semi-hidden huts, the smoke curling up ... The world in the fog is quiet and serene.
There is fog between heaven and earth, and I feel like I am in a vast sea of fog, as if I have entered a fairyland. The fog is getting thicker and thicker, just like a fairy in a veil. The building vaguely looks at the ancient castle in fairyland.
Fog lingered around me and soaked my face. Ah! Everything feels so comfortable. This vast fog is really poetic!
Fog is peaceful, but there is evil under the cover of peace. Listening to the siren scream, hazy and clear, close at hand and seemingly out of reach, cast a layer of fear on this calm world. Greedy people are always like this. ...
I like fog, I like to watch the sea of people in the fog, and I like to stare at how these lives go to destruction under the veil of peace. I pray to get rid of these evil parts of life and make peace as pure as fog.
I have many toys with different postures, different colors and different origins, but they are all my' good friends'. Among them, my favorite is the birthday doll my mother bought me!
This doll is very tall, with long flowing golden hair, a pink bow, a pair of big eyes, sparkling, and seems to be flashing "straight", with a cherry-like mouth, as if talking. She is wearing a beautiful white skirt with pink dots. The breeze blew and the skirt danced with the wind. At that time, the doll was like a dancing butterfly, like a fairy falling from the sky!
The doll has always accompanied my childhood, it gives me warmth, gives me a sense of security, and gives me.
In a dead of night winter, grandpa angrily blew the northwest wind. After a while, he accidentally bumped into the living room window, and the window rang! I feel horrible. I was pale, so I pulled the quilt over my head, shivering and thinking about all kinds of horrible things in my mind. For example: ghosts are coming, thieves have entered my house, and I am afraid! At this time, the doll "click, click, click" came over and squatted beside me, holding my hand tightly, as if to say, "Don't be afraid, little master, I am here!" I hold the doll's hand and feel safe in my heart. After a while, I fell into a sweet dream.
When I am in danger, it can stand up and protect me; When I feel lonely, it will accompany me. When I feel cold, it will transfer heat to me and make me feel warm.
The doll is unknown, selfless and fearless, and asks for nothing in return. With it, my life is more colorful. With it, I have added happiness. She accompanied me in my happy childhood!
In a blink of an eye, it is already spring. According to the description of the ancients, it is already a climate of "spring breeze warms Tu Su", "Jasper adorns trees, and thousands of strands of moss hang down". But now, it is still an energetic school of "March purple can't see flowers". No, it's snowing!
Didn't petofi say, "If winter comes, can spring be far behind?" However, this year's winter girl seems unwilling to leave, with a momentum of "I don't leave, what can I do?" In the past, Xin Qiji was always afraid of early flowers, but now I am "eager for early flowers"! Look up at the snow. Oh, the snow in spring seems whiter and more beautiful than the snow in winter.
I remember my mother once said that in ancient times, Dou E was very wronged and it snowed heavily in June. Is the snow in March also red? Maybe. However, I remember that in several books, the tearful side of mysterious love turned into warm snow, and I loved the protagonist in this different way! Putting the two ideas together, I prefer to believe the second one, which is more romantic, beautiful and mysterious, isn't it? Spring is full of snow, which is joy or sadness, illusion or beauty. But I prefer to believe that it is a song that floats into my heart. A lyric serenade, an impassioned symphony, a pure love song. It brings me a feeling that has been buried for a long time. Winter is beautiful because of flying snow. It never snowed in the winter of 20xx, and my love for snow has never been released. Now that the snow has come, my heart has opened! Snow is like a happy angel. Open your hands and take me into its arms.
20xx this year, I must be happy! The snow is still falling, white and transparent, mixed with beauty, romance and happiness.
I went to an old street occasionally when I was a child. My greatest pleasure in eating food is not eating, but reading picture books.
Only Old Street has a bookstall selling picture books. Under a big locust tree, there is a simple wooden board with a pocket tied to it, which is full of picture books. You can borrow one for two cents.
The coins in the bag have been kept since the first day of the New Year's Day, in order to feast your eyes on the old street.
A lot of words, I don't know. It doesn't matter, look at the picture, while guessing, but also with relish. The street corner is noisy, but on the other side is a quiet island.
There are children who have no money in their pockets, wandering around the children's bookstall. Reading picture books is like reading a lot of delicious food. That middle-aged street vendor is really hard-hearted. He waved the child away. "Go, go, go!" "Like a chicken trying to steal. You can't read his picture book without money, and it's no use asking.
Once, a child grabbed two picture books and ran away when he was not looking. By the time the middle-aged man reacted, he had already run into the crowd. The middle-aged man chased a few steps, but he didn't catch up, swearing in his mouth. In retrospect, I think his cartoons stand more strictly.
I'm happy for the escaped child. He has two picture books that belong to him completely. He can watch it whenever he wants. He wants to sit and watch, just sit and watch; He wants to lie down and watch, so he lies down and watches. That's great. I have such a wish in my heart that when I grow up, I will also set up a comic book stand. All children read for free. They can read any book they want and read it for as long as they want.