I am a painter
Selection of insights:
I am a painter
Hiding in an air-conditioned room , completely unaware that the world outside is already so hot! The sun is baking the "meat floss bread", giving off a hint of sweat. Oh, I hate this heat! Suddenly I remembered the three summers I spent in Shanghai. The devilish sweltering heat almost swallowed me up. It was extremely terrifying. Every time I talk to my family about the sultry heat in the rainy season in the south of the Yangtze River, I will describe the horror in horror. The sultry heat from which there is no escape envelopes you, as if you have to peel off a layer of skin from your body to cool down but still feel resentful. . They all felt that my expressions and expressions were a bit exaggerated, but the feeling of being in a steamer can only be understood by those who are inside.
Actually, I love the south of the Yangtze River. I love the spring when the grass grows and the orioles fly. When early spring comes, everything is green and goose yellow, which is very fresh. I also love the autumn when the sea of ??flowers is blooming and the clouds are light and the wind is gentle. I found a place to lie down on the grass and smell the fragrance of the sweet-scented osmanthus, which was very pleasant. But I always have lingering fears about the scorching summer and the biting cold winter. The heat and cold in the south of the Yangtze River tend to go to extremes. Perhaps for this reason, my body and mind have never been able to tolerate that bustling metropolis. From the moment I set foot on that land, I knew the direction to go home. And when I finally returned to Saibei, spring, summer, autumn and winter, cold and summer, and the monotonous work and boring life repeated over and over again, I always missed the unique petty bourgeoisie of Jiangnan, which is the origin of coffee. The fragrance is refreshing.
Before I left, I thought I would go back often to visit. However, it has been four spring and autumn years since we left. I have been involved in personal disputes and laziness both physically and mentally. In the end, I was unable to make the trip. Three years Life in Shanghai only exists in memories! I sorted out old books at home on weekends. Most of them were acquired during my graduate studies. One of the most enjoyable and fulfilling things at that time was to go shopping for books in the Shanghai Ancient Books Bookstore. My set of "Cihai" was obtained at a 30% discount. , very affordable. Most of my books are professional books related to literature, especially ancient Chinese literature. My parents and husband shook their heads looking at a large number of classics, and asked me to select a few valuable books to keep, and the rest can be " "Burn it in the flames." I thought over and over again, not wanting to throw away any book. After a whole morning of selection, I put it away almost exactly as it was. Every book has a story, and every book has an emotion. Every book has a value. Although it may still be "on the shelf", it is a kind of nostalgia and accumulation that belongs to me. I can't leave out one book!
Perhaps as he is approaching his thirties, he becomes more and more nostalgic for the youthful beauty of the past; perhaps his life is too uneventful, and he becomes more and more eager to reminisce about the excitement of the past. In a lot of leisure time, a person silently reminisces about those young days, bumping and stumbling, and in a flash, he has passed the age where he can squander unscrupulously. The past is gone, the future is coming soon, nostalgia is just a period of time, life still needs to be painted with great efforts, I want to be a happy painter, paint my life seriously, paint colorful colors, depict a happy life, red, orange, yellow and green, joy Anger, sorrow and joy...
Selection of sentiments 2:
I am a painter
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After class in the afternoon, ride a bicycle On the way back to the dormitory in the car, it started to rain, and the raindrops fell on my neck. It was chilly, and when I passed by the affiliated elementary school, the children's singing came from the classroom: "I am a painter, and I have strong painting skills. I want to paint the new house very beautifully..." I felt that the personality was kind, and my thoughts suddenly came back. To the past years.
? I remember when I was in elementary school, my ideal was to be a writer. Because I was very good at Chinese at that time, almost every composition would be used as a model essay and circulated to the whole class, and everyone would even be asked to copy it and recite it. What I was most proud of was that I was asked to write a model essay by a senior teacher. Therefore, my biggest dream at that time was to be a writer, so I often hid in a corner and read books. There were so few books at that time. I could find a good essay. Books are very difficult. I have read all the primary school composition books that I can read very early. I really feel hungry. If I can find composition books for junior high school or even high school, I will be very happy. Almost every article is I wanted to read, but there was really no book to read after that, so I read Chinese texts in junior high school, history books, and all the books I could find. I even studied "Lei Feng's Diary" published during Lei Feng's time in school... so I envy the children now. Being able to easily buy and read a lot of books was really a luxury wish for me back then. When I think back to that time, I always smile. How cute was that little girl hiding behind the big tree! (Classic advertising slogan)
When I was in junior high school, I still loved books very much, and I still looked for books desperately. There were not many books, so I had to read some high school compositions, high school Chinese texts and history that I could find. Book. During this period, martial arts novels began to circulate among boys, and a small number of Qiong Yao novels among girls. I also read them whenever I could, because there were no other books to read. Therefore, I was not strictly a "good student" in terms of benefits. I deceived all the teachers. They always thought that I was the most well-behaved child. They never thought that I would read martial arts and romance novels like the bad boy in their eyes (I couldn’t help but snicker).
When I was in junior high school, my ideals changed a bit. I wanted to be a teacher, a very good teacher.
There are also other reasons. After graduating from junior high school, I went to a secondary normal school, which is the kind of school that trains primary school teachers.
I was not happy during those three years. Maybe the environment was not suitable for me. I hoped to leave my hometown and go to places far away. So I started preparing to take the college entrance examination when I was in second grade.
?I have to admit that I learned a lot during my three years in normal school. Being born with a love for art, I learned and comprehended sketching, gouache painting, music theory, and also taught myself under the inspiration of my teacher. Vocal music is a very beneficial thing for me. Unfortunately, it was still inconvenient to read at that time, and the school library service was very poor...
Maybe I am suitable to be a teacher. Although I am not very willing to be a primary school teacher, during the internship and internship, teachers and students The evaluation of me is very good. Students love my class very much. I am always full of energy in class. Even if I am depressed, I will immediately adjust my mood one minute before class and go to class full of passion.
?My father used to say that I was more suitable to be a teacher. Maybe, when I was an undergraduate, I taught two classes of English during the summer vacation. They were all beginner students. Most of the students were children in the fourth or fifth grade of elementary school. The atmosphere was always very lively during class and after class. It's singing. I remember the first song I taught at that time was "I'm a Painter". The children loved it very much. Our singing and laughter echoed in the sky in the summer evening, which was very pleasant... The children loved it very much at that time. I have class at four o'clock in the afternoon, and they came here at two o'clock. My mother is afraid that I will be tired, so she always says at the door that your teacher is out, haha. What a lovely child!
?Perhaps I am really suitable to be the "King of Children"? My little nephew also loves me very much, not his aunt. We are very happy together. He loves singing the songs I teach and listening to my stories. Whenever he sings "The Painter" or "The Little Nephew" "Little Mouse", I felt extremely warm and satisfied. Pleasant children's songs, touching fairy tales, and innocent smiling faces fill my heart with warmth and joy...
? My previous dream was to be a cheerful teacher, a writer who never stops writing.
? Is it a normal university, or is it directly related to being a teacher? I studied in the Chinese Department, and I usually wrote some prose and poetry, and gradually developed a bit of the temperament of a liberal arts girl. I was still dreaming, but I was no longer dreaming about primary school teachers and writers.
?The postgraduate major is far away from literature. It is linguistics full of logic and rationality. It is a bit ridiculous to think that a person as emotional as me would choose such a subject. It seems that my dream of being a writer is getting further and further away. Now I rarely have time to read my beloved prose and poetry, I don’t write as often, and my diary has begun to run out, which is a bit sad. (Canoe classic quotations)
?"I am a painter..." This song reminds me of my happy dream of being a teacher. If I had chosen to be a "King of Children", I would I am a very good "kid king" because I can sing "The Painter" very nicely and lively, because I can draw many cute animals, and because I can tell many, many stories...
? Haha, yesterday has gone with the wind. The "painter" has grown up and may no longer be a painter...
Selection of sentiments three:
I am A painter
I am a painter with strong painting skills. I want to paint the new house more beautifully. The roof and walls were painted, and the brushes were flying around. Oops, my little nose has changed.
I believe that many people are familiar with this song. When I sang it when I was a child, I always felt that the rhythm of this children's song was very cheerful and it was very interesting to sing. But I never thought that one day I would become a painter to decorate my little house.
I just returned from my hometown recently, and I still don’t seem to know what I should do. There is no purpose, no direction, and my mind is in chaos. Seeing that the walls of my small shop have become a bit old after several years of use, I suddenly have the urge to paint it new.
Just do it, but should you hire someone to do it or paint it yourself? This made me murmur.
After thinking about it, I still feel that I should paint it myself. After all, during these days of wandering outside, I fully realized the difficulty and hardship of making money. Moreover, the money you save by working hard is equivalent to what you earn.
With this in mind, I went to a nearby store to buy paint, putty, roller brushes, etc. I also found a camouflage uniform to fully equip myself, and then climbed up the ladder and pulled out some nails on the wall. I had never done such a job before and thought it was very simple. But after I started doing it, I realized that it is really difficult for a girl to do this job. First of all, I didn’t have much energy. Pulling out nails seemed very difficult. What’s more terrible was that I found that I felt like I have a fear of heights and feel dizzy when I climb a ladder. Especially when I was using putty to smooth out some small holes in the wall, I was so dizzy that I almost fell off the ladder. I felt a little desolate in my heart, and my eyes were a little wet.
At this time, two middle-aged boys passed by my shop. They glanced at me unintentionally, as if they were curious, and then stopped. They asked me why a girl wanted to paint her house by herself. ? I'm so funny! Oh my God! What happened to a girl? Is it true that a girl is born to be coquettish? Doesn’t it seem abnormal for me to be self-reliant like this? They both laughed and said, don't get me wrong. In fact, they are painters. One look at me and I knew I was not the one doing this job. Then, they didn't care whether I wanted it or not. One of them held the ladder while the other climbed up and smoothed out the small holes in the wall for me. They were so skilled at what they did. They scraped several of my walls flat while chatting and laughing. They also said that when the putty dries in the afternoon, they would come back to help me paint the walls. This made me feel very sorry. After all, we are It was already very interesting for a stranger who met me by chance to help me without any consideration of compensation. How could I trouble others again? I politely thanked them (brother’s online name)
I rejected their kindness and felt warm in my heart, moved by these small touches I encountered everywhere in my life.
When I was painting the house in the afternoon, my mood became surprisingly good. I sang "Painter" while doing the work at hand. In fact, painting walls also requires certain technical content! First of all, you need to brush evenly, especially in high places. Your head must be raised very high. Your neck and arms will feel sore and swollen. In addition, dripping paint spots will keep splashing on your body and face, which will make you feel uncomfortable. People are ugly. I am a girl who loves beauty, so my appearance today must be very funny. It happened that a friend who was a photographer came over to see me. When he saw my appearance, he immediately became interested and pressed the shutter for me one by one. I simply made a face and let him take a good picture, and then looked into the lens. They both laughed at the funny images.
At night, lying alone in bed, I remembered a small wish I had long ago. That is, I want to have a home, a small home. This home can be very small, but it must be warm. You can go home when you are injured, and you can go home when you are scared... I know that I once had such a home, but I lost it inexplicably. Can this small shop now be regarded as my forever home? Over the years, I have experienced a lot, including hesitation, loneliness, success and loss. After going around in a big circle, life seems to have brought me back to the days when I was single. I come alone, go alone, cry alone, laugh alone, fall alone and get up alone. Life seems to be like this. , and it doesn’t seem like it should be like this at all.
Shake your head and let the past disappear!
In the last two days, my shop was repainted inside and out. Looking up at the snow-white wall, I felt a little proud.
I just thought that I would like to invite some children to come to the store to learn painting some other time, so that my life can be enriched, and maybe my life will become sunny!