Every time I see this photo of spring, I think a lot … I remember looking forward to the arrival of spring for this photo. For this painting, I gave up playing time with my friends and went to the park alone to look at the spring scenery in front of me. For this painting, I worked hard to learn Chinese painting and listened carefully to what the teacher told me. For this painting, I ... finally finished this painting "Making a Picture of Spring" by my own efforts. Let me introduce my painting.
On one side of the plain paper, a large plum blossom was painted. That leafy plum blossom, from left to right, twists and turns. Ink color is wet in dry and moist in wet. There are the chirping of magpies, the fighting of plum blossoms and the stretching of branches. Some are in full bloom, some are stamens and some are just flower bones. You see, the plum blossoms in Tamkang have just bloomed, and the five petals have not yet fully opened. It seems that they have not opened their sleepy eyes. The branches are covered with clusters of flowers and buds. Plum blossom has five round petals and fine needle-like stamens are purple. These flowers are ordinary, not delicate and exotic, but they give people a simple beauty. There are also some plum blossoms hidden in the branches. They are like shy girls who don't want to be seen.
One or two magpies stopped on the branches of plum trees. They kept chirping, as if commenting on the beauty of plum trees. One said, "These plum trees are so beautiful. I must compose a beautiful song for them so that everyone can hear how many beautiful plum trees there are! " Another said, "I want to write a poem for Li Zishu." Every plum tree is a poem, so that people all over the world know that it is the most beautiful tree! ""They are adding new colors to the plum tree! They are weaving beautiful melodies for plum trees!
I looked at this painting and suddenly felt that there was my hard sweat in it, my heart and blood in it, and this painting was my painstaking masterpiece!
Beautiful handicrafts
Porcelain is a characteristic of our country. Last year, my father traveled abroad and brought me a beautiful porcelain horse.
The horse is shiny black, with big black eyes and fluff on its neck. Although it is made of porcelain, it is very realistic and looks dense.
This horse is very strong, the muscle texture of the legs is very clear, and the fat body of the porcelain horse seems to be kept very strong and can go out. The most interesting thing is that it has a tail, just like a horse race on the field, which moves with the wind.
The horse held its head high as if it were racing with other horses. It takes the lead, leaving the horses behind, leaving them behind.
Looking closely, I found an inch-long "scar" on the horse's back. What happened? Is this really a war horse? Was it hit by the enemy?
Anxious to solve the mystery, I quickly pulled my father over. "Dad, look, there is a crack in this horse's back." Dad is a little mysterious. He smiled and said, "This is indeed a' scar'. This scar depends on how you mend it. When your horse recovers, I think you will do something great. " I can't understand my father's words, as if there is something profound in it. "Dong", a clear and crisp sound, unveiled dad's riddle. Yes, this is it-coins. Dad said to "fill him" with it. So, I began to use it day by day to fill the scars of the war horse. The horse is getting heavier and its wound is healing day by day.
Sand accumulates into a tower, and dripping water wears away the stone. Up to now, this horse has recovered more spirit than before, and a great event is about to be completed. After the horse recovers, there will be a glimmer of hope in the hope project. Although the recovery of this horse is not enough to help a child who is out of school return to school, I firmly believe that if there are more such good horses, there will be more hope. ...