Painting a plaster statue
We had wanted to go to the bookstore to read books in the evening, but grandma's glasses didn't bring them with her, and the time was too late, so we had to not go to the bookstore. Grandpa said, "Then we'll go wherever we want. When we came to Anlan Pavilion Square, I was attracted by the many people who were painting plaster casts. The plaster painting booth consisted of two long small tables with two fluorescent lamps hanging on them, surrounded by a lot of people, all of whom were children. There were those with their grandparents and those accompanied by their moms and dads. There were many plaster statues on the stalls, including Kitty, QQ, Duck, Mickey Mouse, Prince and Princess, and so on. I found a satisfactory little girl statue in the second stall, just next to a painted sample, I took a close look at the sample, I think some colors are not suitable, such as hair too red, and brown sleeves and aqua green blouse does not match, I'd better follow their own ideas to paint colors!
After more than an hour of hard work, I finally painted the color, and then I carefully check has been more satisfied, so write their names and dates on the bottom, and so the spray paint is dry, bring it to see, ah! A ting ting little girl appeared, she has light blonde short hair, wearing a red bow, wearing aqua green, with light yellow short-sleeved turtleneck blouse, wearing a sapphire necklace in front of the chest, wearing a purple skirt below, it puts its hands in front of the head, lowered head seems to be in contemplation. It is really beautiful.
The next morning I saw the plaster statue there are a lot of unevenly coated places, it seems that there is a real difference between looking at things during the day and looking at things at night.
2. Interesting Plaster Painting EssayWhenever night falls, people from the surrounding neighborhoods come to the four primary schools one after another, and the four primary schools, which have been quiet for a day, come alive.
Some of the children are playing in the beach, play; some in the "pond" fishing; and some in the drawing of plaster paintings. And the adults are doing five lines of exercise, square dancing; some into the four small walks; there are playing badminton ...... most attractive to me or the interesting plaster painting.
That is a model made of plaster, let you color them, finished, let the boss spray varnish for it, dry, you can take it home! I'm painting Peach, Beaver's perfect partner. I'll start with the hat! I got a palette, a bottle of lemon yellow paint and a large brush and got to work! I poured on the paint, soaked the pen, and carefully began to paint.
Not good! The paint is dripping! What should I do? Wipe! I pulled out a napkin, covered the hat, and wiped, hey, the paint does not drip! I continue to paint up, I concentrate on painting, the hat painted, compared to the picture to see, not bright enough, not thick enough. I continued to paint! The hat was painted three times before it was brighter and thicker than in the photo.
This greatly increased my confidence. I painted Peach's ears rosy red, put a light blush on her *** cheeks, put a lavender scarf around her, and dressed her in a lemon yellow shirt, a violet skirt and aqua shoes.
My peach was finished, and a big sister took a picture of her! I turned to look around at the children. One of the older sisters was drawing a set of tiny, tiny little people with the letters "ILOVEYOU".
She drew beautifully and carefully. The little brothers and sisters, on the other hand, the gray wolf, bald strong, bear big bear two painted a mess, the big sister said, they are wearing camouflage uniforms, is to go to war! Every time I turn my head and see the lovely peach, I will remember her birth date - July 28, 2013.
3. Essay on Characterization 600 wordsI have a strict father, his dark round face, and black and thick eyebrows under a pair of big eyes gleaming, always pulling a face.
Today, last week's math exam paper was sent down, I took 98 points, is the first in the class, really happy. On the way home, I hummed a little song, jumping and jumping, thinking: Dad will praise me, give me some rewards!
Back home, I found that my dad was also very happy today, putting his hands behind his back, closing his eyes, shaking his head, and wandering around the room. It turns out that today my aunt is coming back from Beijing.
I happily took out the paper from my schoolbag, raised it high, shook it in the air, and strutted to my dad, proudly saying, "I got first place in the class, not bad, right?" With that, I handed the paper to my dad. Only to see Dad's eyes wide, scanning over the paper. Suddenly, my father found that I missed the question, immediately: "sunny" to "cloudy", face covered with "dark clouds", frowned tightly, eyes radiate like a sword like light. Dad pointed his finger at me and asked sternly: "How can you miss the question? Otherwise it would be 100 points!" I kept my head down, not daring to say anything, tears welling up in my eyes. I was tense and my mind was blank, feeling that a storm was coming.
I stammered, "I ...... did it because ......". Dad's face is even more difficult to see, eyebrows erected into an inverted eight-shaped, as if two sharp swords stuck in the face. My heart was thumping like a rabbit in my pocket, and my heart seemed to be jumping out of my mouth. "Don't say that, you're so wrong! How careless, can't you be more careful? Huh?" Dad went on to say, "If you keep this up, you'll suffer big losses in the future!" Dad asked me never to make such a mistake in the future.
I was so ashamed that my face turned red. I felt that my dad was right, and I would definitely not be careless in the future. I thought: my father is strict with me, but actually he is good to me, I shouldn't make excuses.
4. Characterization Essay 600 wordsMom's Hands In the world of hands, there are hard-working hands, lazy hands, rich hands, dexterous hands, however, I write about a pair of hard-working hands of my mom. Her hands are not very big, and her long labor has caused calluses to creep onto her fingers, causing a layer of light black skin to grow on the back of her hands. When the rooster crows three times, mom's hands have already begun to work: busy making breakfast. Near noon, her hands were at work again: busy making lunch. In the afternoon, her hands are at work again: busy making dinner. At night, when the moon is high in the sky, mom's hands are at work again: busy washing clothes. In short, mom's hands work all the time. Mom's hands are both hard-working hands and hands full of motherly love. I remember a cold winter afternoon, the weather is rather cold. I was doing my homework and mom was doing needlework. As the night wore on and the weather became colder, my hands were shaking and I didn't dare to write for fear of doing my homework badly. At that moment, my mom came up to me and said to me with concern, "Cold?" I gently sandwiched my hand between her two hands. At once, I felt incredibly warm. With her encouragement, I finally finished my homework seriously. I remember another midwinter morning when the weather was very cold. In order to protect myself from the cold, my friends and I went to the creek to skate. I was not careful and my feet fell into a lime pit. It was hard for me to raise my feet, but my leather boots were already stuffed with lime. "I can't wear them anymore", I took off the boots decisively and was going to ask my mother to wash them for me, but then I thought: my mother would criticize me. Finally, I came up with the best of both worlds. I hid the boots in the doorway and waited for the weather to warm up a bit before I washed them. The next day, when the weather was a little warmer, I went to wash my boots. But there was no sign of the boots in the doorway. I was so anxious that I almost cried, but after a while, I calmed down and went to look elsewhere. Just as I found the back door, I heard the familiar "swish, swish, swish" sound. Wasn't that the sound of my mom's hands at work? I followed the sound and on the patio I found my mom, washing my boots. Her hands were red from the cold and cracked. Although it was cold, a few beads of crystal sweat still fell from my mom's cheeks. I went to her side and grabbed the brush that was used to brush the boots, saying, "Mom, I'll do it." Mom said with concern, "Zhenzhen, I'll wash it." I refused, but she had already taken the boots and the brush. In the end, it was mom who washed it. After she washed and meticulously baked leather boots, when I put on the boots again, my eyes have been blurred by tears.
5. Characterization of the composition of 600 wordsIn the neighborhood where I live, there is an ordinary milkman, he is an uncle in his forties.
The uncle's skin is dark and tanned, and it is clear that it is the result of years of being out in the sun and wind; on his face, there is a pair of eyes that are not big, but glittering.
There are three subscribers in our building, two on the fifth floor and one on the sixth floor. The subscriber on the sixth floor is also our family.
Six floors, this up and down a trip, not to take things have been people tired enough, not to mention the milkman also hold so many bottles of milk. Moreover, the milk bottles are round and slippery, and if you are not careful, you have to break a few bottles, so people usually look at the situation and put them downstairs directly. This uncle is not like this, every day at six o'clock in the afternoon he is always on time to deliver the milk to the subscriber's door, and then knocked on the door, shouting "Milk is coming!
Winter is coming, the day is getting colder and colder, no matter windy or snowy, every day at 6 pm, the hallway will always ring with the familiar footsteps and the loud voice of the door, "Milk is coming!"
On a cold and windy evening, this uncle came to deliver milk again, and when I took the bottle, I realized that his hands had been cracked by the relentless wind, and his skin was wrinkled like the skin of an old pine tree. I wondered why he didn't bring gloves. Did he have no money to buy gloves or was he too busy to buy gloves? Otherwise I would have given him a pair. The next day, when he came to deliver the milk again, I finally couldn't help asking him, and he kindly said, "Look, there is a layer of water droplets on the outside of the bottle, so if you wear gloves, the bottle will be easy to slip off." Oh, that's right! I sighed in my heart: this milk delivery uncle in order not to break the bottle, even in the winter *** hands, really admirable ah! Mom said this is a kind of professionalism, worthy of each of us to learn.
Milk delivery uncle, you are my most admired person
Typing is not easy, if you are satisfied, hope to adopt.
6. Essay on CharacterizationMy Deskmate
My deskmate's name is Ni Jianwei, and he has long black hair, about an inch long. There are light eyebrows under his hair, and a pair of big eyes under his eyebrows, his lips are slightly upturned, and there are some wrinkles on his nose, and when he laughs he stares at his big eyes with a leathery look.
Ni Jianwei has many advantages and disadvantages. The advantages are that he is helpful and loves sports, especially running. The disadvantages are that he moves too slowly and sometimes he likes to hit people.
When Ni Jianwei is happy, his eyes squint into a slit, and he used to smile, but now he smiles naturally, and sometimes he even gives me food.
Today is the midterm exam, and of course, there are questions that I can't answer. He will bury his head in writing, and when he encounters a topic he can't do, he will frown, with a smile on his face, his hand resting on his head, looking like he is thinking, just like a little doctor, and sometimes he will be so sleepy that he yawns.
He was angry again, usually the big eyes full of smiles, at the moment shot out two cold light, aggressive, teeth clenched squeaky, nose gasping, as if the lack of oxygen.
Ni Jianwei also like to meddle in other people's business, I have not been able to buy the "100 fathers who touched the middle school students" until now, he will come to say me, really annoying. But he is still quite generous, whenever I have something to forget, he will always lend me.
7. Characterization essay 400 wordsMy cousin
I have a naive and cute, smart and lively cousin, he has a pair of big watery eyes, thinking about the problem when the black eyeballs will be in the eye sockets of the bone straight turn. When my cousin smiles, he reveals a pair of white and neat little teeth, which is very funny. I like him very much.
My cousin lives in my grandmother's house. Once, he told his grandmother that he liked kittens. Grandma loves her cousin and listens to him in everything. She told me to keep an eye on my cousin and went to the street to buy a kitten. Grandma bought a lively and beautiful kitten. Cousin saw the lively and lovely kitten jumped up and down with joy, and ran to grandmother to play with the lovely kitten, gently stroking it, and singing a beautiful kitten song. The kitten scratched his cousin's pants with his claws. Grandpa saw it and picked up the kitten and threw it away. Cousin saw it and cried out, saying: "Grandpa, you are bad, the kitten doesn't know what to do, you have to educate it, how can you throw it away, I don't know what to do, do you also throw me away? You see how poor it ah!" Everyone laughed and laughed. Grandpa hurriedly picked up the kitten and said to his cousin, "Yes, the kitten doesn't understand things, brother educate it!"
Another time, the cousin in the house to play, he did not listen to the grandmother, prefer to play with the bike, the result of an accidental overturned the bike, the finger was pressed, he rushed to break the finger, wow, wow, cried out. At this time the grandmother heard the cry, rushed out of the room, saw this scene and angry and funny, then not to rationalize. He stopped crying for a while and peeped through his fingers to see if Grandma was paying attention to him. He realized that Grandma was ignoring him and walked over to her and laughed.
My cousin is so funny and cute! I like him very much.
8. Painting Plaster Statues EssayLast night, I finished my homework quickly and went shopping with my mom and sister.
Walking on the road, looking up at the sky, a round of bright moon high in the deep blue sky, like a missing side of the alabaster disk. Into the Xufeng Garden Plaza, I saw the roadside there is a stall selling plaster statues of the stalls, there are filled with a lot of white-colored plaster statues.
I asked my mom to take a look at those so beautiful plaster statues, and she agreed. Closer to see, the stall is full of small and large plaster statues, there are SpongeBob SquarePants, Snow White, Shenzhou 7, Ultraman, Piggy Man ...... has a penholder type, there is a piggy bank type, there are cartoon characters ...... have everything. Various, I looked at, looked at, looked a little dazzled, dazzled! There is also a stack of photos on the stall, those photos are to let the painter refer to the color matching.
Some of the plaster statues are not available, so you can only match the colors yourself! Next to the photos are colorful paints, which are available for the buyer of the plaster statue to use as they wish. And these plaster statues come in different prices, from twelve dollars to twenty dollars.
I asked my mom to paint me one, and she agreed. I picked out a little girl's, penny-farthing style to paint, and this plaster statue was twelve dollars, and also there was no photo to see the painting.
I began to paint the plaster statue, I took a paint tray and squeezed all the colors of paint onto it. I took another paintbrush, a roll of paper, and went and got a glass of water to paint with.
I painted the little girl's hat lavender, the brim beige, and a pink bow. With brown hair, red lips, and a long purple and rose colored dress flowing, she looked elegant and chic.
I love this beautiful plaster statue, it is my masterpiece, I will treasure it carefully.
9. Characterization Essay (400 words)I dragged my tired body off the bus and walked along the sidewalk back home.
When I opened the door, I saw my sister sitting in the living room, with 20 to 30 sheets of paper on the table and the floor full of paper crumbs. As soon as she saw me come in, she picked up a piece of paper with a big smile on her face and showed it to me: "Sister, sister, see how well my lion is cut out!" I wanted to tell her to stop shouting, for I was not in the mood to play with her, but when I looked at the paper, I saw that it was covered with numbers and equations! Then I looked again and saw, "Oops! You're going to die!" I cried out, "You're making paper cuttings out of my math homework!" Last night, I drove all night to finish 20 math problems, and I forgot to put them away. My sister thought they were scrap paper, but she used them to cut up all kinds of animals!
I was already furious, and seeing my heart's work turned into a pile of scrap paper added fuel to the fire. My sister shouted at me, realizing that something was wrong, and rushed away. I was so angry that I lost my head and ran after her, and they chased each other in the living room. In the end, Sis ran to the door, opened it, and was about to run out when, just as quickly as I could, I grabbed her with one hand, pulled her toward the door, and then closed it with a bang. But my sister suddenly screamed, and when I looked at her, my sister's fingers were caught in the doorway, and I immediately opened the door, not knowing what to do.
At that moment, my mother came back. She immediately took my sister to the doctor and left me alone in the house. It was only then that I came to my senses, and I couldn't imagine that I had treated my sister, whom I had always loved so much, so violently, where had my love gone? What could I do if my sister's finger was broken as a result? I regretted it and hoped that nothing would happen to my sister.
After a long time, my mother and my sister finally came back, and the doctor gave her a needle for the pain and an X-ray, and she is now fine. I wanted to apologize to my sister, but she seemed to have forgotten all about it and complained to me, "Sister, the injection hurt. Luckily, my sister was fine, otherwise I would have had to feel guilty for the rest of my life.
10. 500 Words on CharacterizationMy Friend
When I was in the fourth grade in Guangdong, I had a prickly little friend.
She had a pair of witty and sharp little eyes, embedded in her melon shaped face, and a cherry mouth under her small delicate nose, which made her look very lively and lovely. A high combed up ponytail, tied with a chic bow.
She is from Sichuan and loves eating chili peppers. She also has a great hobby of nitpicking. She is the class hygienist, whose nails or hair should be cut, she has to manage, which girl wears a hairpin color and skin color does not match when she also manage. Some people said, "You're too broad in your control!" But she was in charge, so she became the class recognized: "nitpicking king."
She is not only in the same class with me, or the same table, and is a neighbor. So to me to pick out the prick, has countless. A language class, the teacher sent down the monthly exam paper, wow! I got 100 points, so I was ecstatic. Just after class, "nitpicking king" to take my test paper, only to see her a glance ten lines to scan once, then her sharp little eyes stared at a, busy teacher said: "This question you ruled wrong." The teacher took the paper and looked at it, and said, "You are right, it is the teacher's negligence." My test paper immediately became 99 points.
Soon my family moved to Shanghai. At the end of the semester, after the exams, I left with my family that afternoon.
One day soon after arriving in Shanghai, I received a courier from Guangdong, and opened it to see the three big words at the bottom of the first page - the name of the "king of the nitpickers", which first came into my eyes. I thought to myself, "How did this "king of nitpickers" come to Shanghai? I'd better read the letter first. I read it carefully: "Ah Bao, congratulations! You got a double hundred at the end of the semester. Teachers and everyone miss you, in the past I gave you the most faults, please do not hate me okay ......"
After reading the letter, looking at the test papers and certificates, I could not help but shed hot tears, thinking: I really should thank the "nitpicking king!
After reading the letter and looking at the test paper and the certificate, I couldn't help but shed tears, thinking: I really should thank the "nitpicker king", if not for the fact that she usually help me correct so many mistakes, it is difficult to have a good score today.
Now, I still often think of this good partner, have such a friend I will progress faster.