Childhood Stories
Childhood Stories 1Remember when I was eight years old, one day my father took me to the square to ride a bicycle. The sky that day, cloudless, along the way, I enjoy the smooth spring breeze, see the small flowers to me allowed, the big trees waved to me, they are as all wishing me a happy ride.
Came to the square, I can not wait to ride my bike, on the fast pedal, less than ten seconds, I will be unsteady because of the center of gravity and fell hard on the ground, the knee wiped out a mouth, looking at the bright red blood marks, I still resolve to try from the beginning. At this time, my father rushed over, lovingly said: "son you're all right." I patted his pants and waved his hand and said: "It's okay, let's continue to practice." I start from the beginning on the pedal, this time I learned from the experience of the previous time, not fast pedal pedal but slowly pedal, and try to grasp the center of gravity. Reasonable I smooth slow ride, I did not expect the front presents a small steep slope, because I do not have rich experience, so halfway up the slope I fell down again, but this time there is no bleeding just rubbed a little skin. Dad saw me fall twice in a row, think I can not hold on, then said: "son, do not ride, go, let's go home!" I stubbornly said: "No, Dad, I still want to ride!" I secretly thought: I must learn, others can ride, can't I learn? I have to keep going. I picked up the bike from the beginning again, this time I paid attention, did not walk uphill and downhill road, but on the flat road to ride slowly, like a hobbling old man. I rode a moment feel very boring, then began to speed up, I did not expect me not only did not fall down but also ride very stable, I was very happy, the wind in my face let me feel the state of mind incomparable peace of mind ......
The beautiful Shaoguang is always fading very quickly, I do not know the day is now dark, my father asked me to go home to eat, I had to reluctantly I have to go home. To home I will learn to ride a bike to inform the work of the mother, mom clapped at me and said: cubs, you are really great!
Now I grew up, recalling every event of early childhood, there are happy, bitter, exciting ...... and those about the growth of the parade most can let me remember.
Childhood Stories 2One day, when I was organizing my room, I stumbled upon a strange photo. I was instantly interested in the photo.
I curiously held up this photo to my mom and wanted to ask about it. Looking at my puzzled look, mom instantly laughed. Mom's face that intent look seems to be telling me here is a warm past. I pulled my mom's lapel, like a child, begging her to tell me. Mom's face is still full of smiles, pulling my hand to her side to sit down, slowly said: "This is a thing when you were a child, do not you remember? At that time you were innocent and lively, curious and often thought out of the blue. This picture is your 'masterpiece'." I became more and more curious, fidgeting in my chair and almost jumping on the floor. Mom couldn't help but laugh again and kindly said to me, "At that time, you also looked like this today. At that time, you found a picture of Dad and I together, and you ran over to me and curiously pointed at the picture and said, 'Mom, why isn't there me here?' 'You weren't even born then.' I had just finished speaking when you took little steps and ran into your room, and a sound of rummaging came. A moment later, you came out with a small picture in your hands, and while running, you said loudly to me: ''Mom, I have thought of a way, let's stick my small picture between you, so that the three of us will be together ah.'' So, you finished this masterpiece of yours with great enthusiasm.' And for that, you were proud of it for a while." After mom finished speaking, she sat down peacefully on the chair, seemingly still reveling in the warmth of that time. I looked at my mom's contented look, and was lost in thought, thinking: the small photo in the big photo was originally such a thing. The small photo was still pasted on with glue when I was a child. How naive I was then! The truth was finally revealed and the mystery in my heart disappeared. But I was still immersed in the past, and although I had no memory of it earlier, now I felt as if I had returned to that day, and I could still see the way I had pasted the picture with my clumsy little hands. I was touched by myself.
I looked at the big family photo on the wall, I stood in the middle of my parents, my face was full of happy smiles, what a cozy family! I'm not sure how much I'm going to be able to do this, but I'm sure I'll be able to do it in a few minutes. How long has it been since I stood in the middle of my parents? Now I am not as weak as in the photo, I am taller than my mother. But I want to be snuggled up between them like this. The family, just like this snuggling, how good it is!
Nowadays, children seem to be separated from their parents, unwilling to communicate with their parents, and the relationship with their parents, more and more distant. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands on a new pair of shoes, and you'll be able to get them to fit into your pocket. Friends, learn more about your childhood anecdotes. That childhood full of love and care, you will be moved by the strong affection, like me, stand to the middle of the parents!
Childhood stories 3In childhood, there are many interesting things, the most interesting and most can not let me forget is a book selling experience.
Selling books - is something that many people have never tried. Before I was 7 years old, I did not even think I could sell books. 7 years old that year, on June 1 Children's Day, my parents and I played in the labor park, I saw a lot of people in the stalls to sell things. I thought to myself: can they sell? I just kept standing by and watched. It wasn't long before I got the answer: due to the large number of people on Children's Day, their items were snapped up by people. I said to my mom and dad, "There are so many people in the park, so it's easy to make money if people buy everything you sell." Mom said, "Do you want to try?" I was excited and said, "I have a lot of toys that I don't like, and then I'll find the Baby Picture Book from when I was a kid and sell it, and I'll be rich in a while, haha." So we went home and sorted out two big bags of books and toys and came to Labor Park and set up a big floor stand. Mom let me price the books myself, and I said, "The books sell for 3 yuan a piece." Mom said, "Okay, you can take over from here." After that she stood across the street with Dad and watched. I started yelling out, "Sell books! Sell books! Come and buy them for three dollars each!" Soon there were more pedestrians coming and going to look at my books. Some of them asked, some looked, but no one bought. At this time, came an aunt with a little sister, I immediately busy recommending my book, said to them: "This book is good, that book is also good, you buy a look, very cheap." But the little sister shook her head after reading it and walked away. I ran across the street to my mom and said, "Mom, no, no one will buy it, I'm going to sell it for $2 a book." Mom said, "OK, your stuff, you make your own decisions." So, I ran back to open up the sale, but there were still people to see, no one to buy. Then, one after another, I adjusted the price downward, sold to 1 yuan a book, and finally sold to 1 yuan a book, a toy for free, more than two hours passed, and the result was that a book was not sold, I was very tired, sad and disappointed ...... At this time, my mother came from the opposite side and said, "How is it, what are the feeling? Is it easy to earn money?" I shook my head depressingly and didn't say anything. Mom said, "Son, the result of selling books is not important, the important thing is that you have this experience, so that you understand what the truth." I nodded. That night, I wrote a diary entitled "an unforgettable life experience", describing the process of things, I wrote: "Mom and dad work to earn money can be really difficult ah, I will never let mom and dad buy things that can not be used ......"
That book sale in my childhood is still fresh in my mind. I thought of what Song Qingling once said, "Any achievement is the result of hard labor." Yes, labor is so hard, and working people can be so great! I must learn to respect and be grateful from a young age, and when I grow up, I will be a useful person to the country.
Childhood Stories 4As a child, I was given to my grandmother to raise. Grandma lived in the countryside, but also let me that the sea of memories of the sea has many simple memory shells, until now, but also has not been buried by the gravel of time, swallowed by the waves of the years.
In the countryside, remember most clearly. There is nothing better than stealing corn from a small field outside Grandma's house.
At that time I loved to go for a walk in the field with a few neighbors and sisters. Once, I didn't eat much for lunch, and as I walked, I got a little hungry.
Sister, I'm hungry, why don't we go back and eat something before coming over to play? I suggested.
Sister shook her head and said: No, we have traveled so far, how can we go back in the middle of it?
I said again: then, sister, I go back alone can not?
My sister still won't allow it, so what if you can't find us when you come back? The most important thing is that you jump down to take a few corn to eat, anyway, you are not also planted? It's not stealing. Believe in my sister, you'll be right! The first thing you need to do is to get a good deal of money from the government.
I had to nod my head, and ran to my own cornfield with all my strength.
Finally, I arrived! I looked for the tallest corn, picked the fattest cob, peeled the skin, and couldn't wait to nibble on it. The mouth instantly more sweet and somewhat raw corn flavor. I incidentally broke off a few more for my sisters to eat. Anyway, this kind of corn sooner or later will have to eat, first to solve this urgent matter before it! After eating, and chatting a few words, slowly walking home.
Back home just opened the door, Grandma saw the corner of my mouth sticky corn kernels on the smile. Your grandfather just went to look at the corn field found a few missing, I thought it was to the thieves stole it, dare you this little ancestor ate? Don't do it again, how can you eat corn raw like you do? The first thing you need to do is to ask me to bring you a couple of them!
I nodded my head like a chicken pecking rice, but in my heart, I thought: How can a few be enough? The first time I saw this, I was able to see the whole world, and I was able to see the whole world, and I was able to see the whole world, and I was able to see the whole world. The grandmother said that the corn can not be eaten raw, but why do I think the taste is not bad?
Although it seems a bit stubborn, but it is also something worth remembering, is not it?
Stories of childhood5
Stories of childhood are beautiful and colorful. These stories are like pearls strung on a necklace of time and exist in the river of memory.
It was one morning when I was in class, and I suddenly felt that my legs were uncomfortable and bulging as if they were stuffed with something. I said to myself, "Bear with me. I can deal with it after class." I endured, endured, and finally looked forward to the bell ringing.
After class, the students ran out to play. While the students were out, I took advantage of the gaping void I couldn't wait to pull my pants down. It's okay not to look. It startled me. It turned out to be one of my socks. How did I get here? I was red in the face and my heart was racing. What should I do then? Where should I hide it in case my teacher and classmates find it? I was like an ant in a hot pan. I woke up too late in the morning and didn't pay attention to put it on. I also silently criticized my mom in my mind. At that moment, one of my classmates came back, and I immediately used my ingenuity to take out the socks and stuffed them into my school bag instantly. All the actions were done at once. Then he picked up a cup and pretended to drink water. After confirming that no one had discovered my secret, I let out a long sigh of relief, and the big stone in my heart fell to the ground.
When I got home, I quietly told my mom about it. After hearing it, my mom couldn't keep up with her laughter. I wasn't embarrassed to tell my father because I was afraid he would laugh at me.
Our family still laughs when we talk about it now. Childhood fun is like a rainbow. Colorful, funny, interesting and even embarrassing things will leave us with a lot of laughs. Is there anything funny about your childhood? Come on, let's hear it!
Childhood stories 6Once, to the time of dinner, still do not see Edison back, parents are very anxious, looking around, until the evening only in the field yard side of the hayloft found him. When his father saw him lying motionless in the haystack where he had put some eggs, he asked very curiously, "What are you doing?" Little Edison replied, "I'm hatching chicks!" Originally, he saw a hen hatching chicks and thought it was very strange, always wanting to try it himself. At that time, his father pulled him up in a good mood and told him that human beings can't hatch chicks. On the way home, he was still perplexed and asked, "Why can a hen hatch chicks and I can't?"
The story of childhood7Childhood is a song that can not be sung, every note in the song jumps with a happy rhythm; childhood is a colorful bubble, every color in the bubble shines with a dreamy light; childhood is a magical encyclopedia, every detail in the book is full of mysterious colors......
Childhood I am particularly interested in small insects, always love to lie on the ground to observe the ants moving; pasted on the wall to study the spider web; squatting in the bushes to watch the maggots taut wriggling ...... Once in the observation of ants, suddenly fell from the sky a body covered with yellow spots of the guy, I was immediately attracted to it. The bird's wings seemed to have suffered a small injury, only to crawl slowly in front of my eyes, see it looks so beautiful, I decided to take it home for my own possession. I picked it up carefully and held it in my hand. Walking on the way home, I began to play with it, from time to time with my fingers to push it forward quickly, from time to time to turn it over, not long to find that the little guy did not move, no matter how I fiddled with it, it is a motionless. I thought to myself: it can't be dead, why can't it withstand so much, I have to bring it home! I blame myself for the death of such a cute little guy. So I had to put it at the root of the wall, for my favorite little ants as dinner. Just as I was still in the midst of my regrets, something magical happened: the little guy suddenly opened his wings and flew away. My eyes and mouth were wide open, and it took me a while to realize that it was playing dead, what a smart little guy! Although in the end I still did not bring it home, but the thought that it is so smart, I will be happy to go home.
It turns out that animals have a desire to live, they also know how to get a chance to live, how to get free, that little guy's play dead to help it win the life, but also to win the freedom, and now think of that incident in my childhood, I will still y admire its wisdom.
Childhood story 8The father in childhood, the family life is extremely difficult. Because grandpa's monthly salary is not 10 yuan. Grandma in order to solve the difficulties of family life, but also every day before dawn to get up in the dark to do farm work, feeding pigs, chopping firewood ...... and dad is only 8 years old, he got up to pick water to fill the tank, but also to take care of the young brother. It seems that the father's young age, it is really not easy ah!
That's not all, after picking the water, dad carrying a schoolbag along the 2 kilometers of the road up, after buying food, before rushing to school. In summer, the hot sun shines on the earth, Dad stepped on the hot land, sweating to go to school; winter, dripping water into ice, Dad often go to school frozen feet like carrots. Sometimes the family loose, grandmother will buy a piece of cloth, make a pair of cloth shoes for dad, but dad can not wear, only after school to put on the cloth shoes to warm feet. No matter how cold or hot it was, my father never missed a class, and his grades were excellent. What surprised me even more was that Dad went to school barefoot! In my father's childhood, there was no white bread, no steaming white rice, no TV, funny comic books, and not even a pair of shoes!
The family income could no longer afford Dad's tuition, which was only $1.5 per semester, how insignificant it is for people today, but for Dad at that time it was an astronomical figure. So Dad took advantage of the summer vacation to sell popsicles to earn money for tuition. At that time, a popsicle was only 2 cents a pop, so Dad had to buy 750 popsicles to make up for the paltry 1.5 yuan!
After listening to my dad's story, my face turned red like a tomato, all the way to the root of my neck, ashamed. For half a minute, I was silent, while my eyes contained tears. Yes, I was touched by my father's childhood strength, and then think of my own and my father's childhood, compared to a world of difference.
Ah! I'm not sure if you're going to be able to do this, but I'm sure you're going to be able to do it. But my childhood, full of happiness. Every day, you can wear beautiful clothes to go to school; after returning home, there is a good meal and good food waiting for me, sometimes the meal is not good, I will also send out the bad temper of the little princess.
Dad is simply a hundred times better than me, no! A thousand times, no! Ten thousand times ......
Childhood Stories 9There are countless childhood stories in my childhood.
When I was a child, I loved to play the game of war. Talking about war is very dangerous, but we agreed with each other that we would only hit the lower body when firing, never the upper body. The game began. First of all, we all found a hidden place to hide. It was a good place to hide and shoot, and even if someone passed by, they would not be discovered. So the people hiding here immediately attacked each other, and a "melee" began.
Once, I was hiding in a big tree. The tree blocked my body tightly. Suddenly, I heard the sound of gunfire behind me, so I hurriedly turned around to look. I saw that the "enemy" was chasing our team members. I immediately went to the rescue - I fired eight shots in a row from the tree, and finally "killed" the "enemy" and rescued our team members. At that moment, a gunshot rang out and a few leaves flew over my head. "Ah, I've been discovered!" I immediately jumped down from the tree, ready to meet the battle. "Geez! It's you!" It turned out that because the leaves were too dense, my teammates took me for an enemy.
Childhood days can be really carefree, happy ah! Childhood stories are even more endless, not to say, also can not be said!
Childhood stories 10
Childhood as water, quietly passed away, but the memory of childhood is wonderful. Everyone has a childhood, everyone has childhood memories. One day, Dad opened the computer and played Luo Dayou's "Childhood", a song that reminds me of the story of the hour.
First of all, what surfaced was the story of when I was 3 years old. At that time, it was the crazy time for me to recognize words.
One day, I was at my grandma's house, running around the house playing. My mom saw that I was quite crazy and was afraid that I would fall, so she ordered me to say, "Good boy, go and read the newspaper to grandpa." I went on my way.
Grandpa knew I was going to go, and as soon as he saw me coming, he picked up a newspaper and said, "Come on, read to me." I took the newspaper and read it. At that time, I didn't know what it meant, I would just read it out loud, and I thought it was quite funny. Although I thought I knew a lot of words, there were some I didn't know. When I came to the sentence "standing there", I couldn't pronounce "stand", so I took the newspaper and ran to ask my mom. I went back and forth seven times before I finished reading a paragraph.
Then, at the age of 4 or 5, I fell in love with books. I fell in love with reading books, but couldn't read the deep ones. So my mom ordered me children's storybooks, and I got them every month and went home and read them for an hour. One afternoon, I hid on the end of my bed, covered myself with the covers, looked around, found a couple of Toddler Picture Books, and read them. I looked and looked until, after a long time, I heard my mom yell, "Son, where are you? Dinner's ready!" When I came out and looked at my watch, oh my, I had been reading all afternoon! A thought at the time, haha, so fun it!
7 years old, went to school, and another unforgettable thing happened to me. At first, I thought, school is so much fun, so high, at that time, I was hooked on the calculation, math rightfully became my favorite subject. One day, my mother bought me a stationery box with a small multiplication table that I didn't recognize at the time. I asked my mom, "What is this?" "Multiplication table." I looked at it and read it. After I had just read a 1, I asked my mom, "Mom, what is the symbol for 'x'? How do I read it?" Mom answered, "It's a multiplication sign, read 'multiply'." I pronounced it and found the pattern. Suddenly, my stomach hurt and I rushed to the toilet. In the toilet, feeling bored, I used that little memory to memorize the Xiaojiu. With my mom's prompting, I actually memorized it, so I admire myself at that time!
"Eat!" Dad slapped me, "play a song for you is to let you listen to, eat properly, go what God which? The rice is cold!" I hurriedly bury my head to pick up rice, so as not to be scolded!
The story of childhood 11The story of childhood is colorful, like a rainbow rubbing shoulders, but also like a butterfly colorful. These wonderful memories are so evocative ah, these stories are mostly ridiculous, but this is like a bright pearl, from time to time in your mind.
I remember when I was four years old, my aunt's house had a cute puppy, I couldn't help but visit it every day. After a few days, I whimsically wondered if dogs could swim since ducks can swim. I went to experiment with this question.
That day, I picked up the puppy while it was not paying attention and tried to put it in the water tank. The puppy kept barking, as if begging me not to do so. But I still put it in the water tank, and the puppy swam as hard as it could, but it was covered in water. Luckily, my mom saved the dog in time, otherwise the dog would have drowned. After the dog came up, it caught a cold and kept sneezing. The fur of his body was soaked through, and droplets of water fell down from time to time. And the water in the tank had to be replaced, because no one wanted to drink the water the puppy swam in. As for me, I was severely criticized, and I never dared to do the experiment again, in fact, I was afraid of being reprimanded. Mom also told me: now the puppy is still small can not swim, and you do this will kill the puppy, the puppy will never dare to swim again. I was half-listening to half-understand only know can not take the puppy again joke, hmmmm nod
This is my ridiculous childhood, colorful. A small mind full of many fantasies, made many jokes. Still thinking about what the universe is like, is not full of a lot of joy, all over the place are gifts, is my beautiful childhood.
Childhood stories 12When I was a child, I lived in Beijing Mentougou in an army compound, where there are endless stories of my childhood. Before my family moved to Changchun in 2007, I lived in this childhood paradise where I had unlimited fun.
When I was a kid, playing hide-and-seek near the playground in the compound was a favorite of my friends and me. When it was dark, we ran to the playground to gather, a few three or four-year-olds began to play open. My friend Lele was especially good at trickery, counting "one, two, three" especially fast, before I could hide, he came after me. The chubby one is not very nimble, running accidentally knocked over a big water bottle with no lid on the bicycle on the side of the road, and gave a cold shower to Grandpa Wang, who was squatting on the side to clean the bicycle, which caused us to be taught a lesson, but looking at Grandpa Wang's head full of wet look, we couldn't help but laugh.
Later, when the SARS outbreak began, people in the compound were not allowed to go in and out of the compound except for work, and they had to take a temperature test when they came back, and they could only go in if they were qualified. Even the vegetable seller also put the car into the yard, in the playground to sell vegetables. I remember selling vegetables is a fat middle-aged man, then we are very naughty, often joking with him, standing on the steps at the edge of the playground with a small stone to throw him, but also the vegetables from a pile of mixed to another pile, sometimes also hide a piece of banana peel under the car door ............
In short, do some of the tricks that we thought were exciting at the time, but my uncle was never angry. Once I played too much, a fall from the steps, head broke a big mouth, then fainted. Later, I heard my mom say, or the uncle who sells vegetables to send me to the health center, did a bandage, really let me feel guilty for their own naughty ah.
Later, the SARS epidemic was brought under control, and I had to go to kindergarten. In addition, the teacher told us stories every day, and the one I remember the most was the one about the Journey to the West, "The Monkey King's Great Trouble in the Palace of Heaven". Teacher first told the story, and then arranged for us to perform, acted to the Monkey King was pressed to the five mountains, was about to pressure the Monkey King, due to the play "Rulai" Lele is too heavy, the stage built of foam blocks overwhelmed by the "Boom" collapsed, and as a result, the "Rulai" is the most important thing. The "Rulai" was pressed under the five mountains, and we laughed our heads off.
After a year of elementary school in Beijing, our family moved to Changchun in the summer of 2007, and I left my beloved compound after seven years of living there. When I went back to Beijing last year, the compound had been remodeled, the small kindergarten had been turned into a parking lot, and my friends had moved away, but the big playground that brought me unlimited fun was still there, and the endless stories of my childhood were still there, and I would treasure them in my memory forever.
Childhood stories 13When I look at the old photos, I remember a funny thing. It is still fresh in my mind until now.
I was about three years old when it happened. It was a summer day, and it was raining heavily in Harbin, and I only thought of playing at that time, so I called my grandfather who was far away in Henan.
I thought: "How can I go out to play if I don't have rain shoes?" Then I called my grandfather "Grandpa!" I couldn't wait to say: "We have a heavy rain here, you help me to mail the rain shoes!" "OK, OK, I'll get them in the mail later!" Grandpa told me. I was so happy that I hung up the phone. I thought again, "If Grandpa only mails me a pair of shoes, I'll have to hop out on one foot to play!" I then hurriedly made a second call to Grandpa, "Grandpa, don't just mail me one shoe, otherwise how can I go out to play? You can't just let me hop out, can you?" I said innocently. "Don't worry," Grandpa said confidently, "Who am I? I'm your grandfather!" I was so relieved. I thought to myself for the second time, "Ahh! I can go out and play again, tell Grandpa about it!" I called again, "Hee hee hee hee!" "Haha, why so happy?" "Grandpa, guess what." I was so happy that I hung up the phone.
This thing I will never forget.
Childhood Stories 14It is often said that the landscape of Guilin is the best in the world, and I was lucky to have been to Guilin.
I was lucky enough to go to Guilin.
Early in the morning, my dad, mom and I packed our bags and left. We finally arrived at Guilin after a few hours on the airplane. As soon as we got off the plane, we saw the picturesque landscape and beautiful scenery. I was instantly mesmerized by the scenery. Guilin's water is so clear, so clear that you can see the sandstone at the bottom of the river; Guilin's water is so green, green like a flawless emerald. No wonder Grandpa Chen Yi said: "I don't want to be a god, I want to be a Guilin man"! The most impressive thing is to go rafting.
We arrived at the rafting place. We bought the tickets and we started to drift.
At first, I thought that rafting was a very simple activity, but when it came to the downward rush, this idea was immediately dispelled, and my heart was immediately nervous, wondering if there would be any danger. This feeling only lasted for a while, but I got used to it and settled into the activity, enjoying the fun of rafting. We started having a water fight, splashing each other with water and spraying each other's faces with water qiāng.
I don't know the end of the rafting, I was reluctant to leave, thinking that next year I have to bring more friends to share the joy of rafting!
I thought next year I would take my friends to share the joy of rafting. 15 Childhood stories Qi Baishi
When Qi Baishi first came to Beijing, he was in dire straits, could not afford to rent a house, living in the Fayuan Temple, and the price of his paintings was pitifully low. In the "Bai Shi old man in his own words", he said: "My runners, a fan priced at two silver coins, cheaper than the usual general painter's price of half, and still very few people ask for it. Career lonesome very much." Inspired by Chen Shizeng, a great artist, he "changed his method in his declining years", and after ten years, he formed his own style, with a new style of painting, but was still isolated from the Beijing painting scene. The old-fashioned painters sneered at his paintings as "wild fox of Zen", "vulgarity smoked people", although the masterpieces have been produced, but it is very difficult to get out.
In 1929, Xu Beihong served as dean of the School of Art at Peking University. He saw the artistic value of Qi's paintings, in the exhibition, the "Xu Beihong fixed" note hung under the painting of Qi Baishi. After that, he for qi baishi compilation, write preface, sent to Shanghai publication, and hired him as a professor, and sent a horse-drawn carriage to pick up every day. Wheels crushed through the stone road of the hutong, the sound of hooves woke up the capital's dream.
Xu Beihong said to his students, "Qi Baishi can be comparable to any master of painting in history, he can not only be your teacher, but also my teacher." He high-tailed Qi Baishi to the heights of art. In one of his poems to Xu Beihong, Qi Baishi gratefully said, "Why should I resign myself to ten thousand curses for my method, but I am the only one in Jiangnan who looks up to Mr. Xu." Another letter even said: "born my parents, know me Xu Jun also." The depth of feeling, from the bottom of the heart.
Not only Qi Baishi, Fu Baoshi also y benefited from Xu Beihong. When the young Fu Baoshi wandering in the livelihood and art of the crossroads, Xu Beihong very sure of his paintings, and funded him to study in Japan. Fu Baoshi returned home, and Qi Baishi, "North and South two stone" in the Chinese painting world.
So, who is the master behind Xu Beihong? Xu Beihong early years living in Shanghai, real estate king Hartung collection of Cangjie's portrait, in order to make a living, Xu Beihong carefully painted a draft. Hartung please Kang Youwei appraisal, Kang saw, for the appreciation. Kang Youwei deep education, after the failure of the new, concentrate on learning, and then traveled to Europe, learning from the East and the West, for a generation of Chinese masters. He is not only literature and history, calligraphy and painting is also everyone, the students admire.
Soon, Xu Beihong and Kang Youwei established a teacher-student relationship, became Kang Youwei's "disciple", living in the Xinjia Garden Kang residence. Kang Youwei took out his own collection: ancient and modern books, paintings, gold and stone, tablets, carvings, for Xu to see, and one by one to explain. Under the guidance of the teacher, Xu Beihong deeper and deeper attainments.
Kang Youwei often drink tea under the shade of the flowers, hand stroking beard, watching the apprentice house. Nana Xu Beihong as a disciple, is the most gratifying thing in his later years. Thereafter. He also used his contacts in the capital, and then contributed to Xu Beihong's study in France at public expense.
The reason why masters become masters, in addition to their own talent and hard work, standing behind the masters to support them.