Everyone has a story, and I have many, many stories, all of which are quite entertaining, but my story about art is one that I will remember here and now, and will never forget over and over again. What is art, do you know? It's painting, singing, calligraphy, dancing and so on. My art is hosting, I don't like the career of hosting, but the career of lawyer, working for my dream, which produced my story about art.
While I was still very shy and afraid to go on stage, I didn't even dare to call out "teacher", but after hosting this event, I was finally not shy anymore. I slowly came to the classroom, sitting quietly, not moving, the environment here is a little uncomfortable, produced fear. Ding, ding, ding, class is starting. A gentle "glasses guy" came in and greeted us, saying he was our teacher. Then, he called out the list of names one by one. When it was my turn, he said gently, "Huang Jiayi." I whispered, "Here." The voice, so small that it couldn't be any smaller. The teacher didn't seem to hear it, maybe the voice was too small, said it again, and said loudly, "Huang Jiayi!" The classmates said, "Isn't it, didn't come." Only then did I say, "Here." Not too loud, not too small just audible. The teacher glanced at me and began to read, the next name up. It turned out to be the big, deep tiger! The realization dawned on me. The teacher began to hand out the books, the silent classroom exploded, the teacher carefully said to us, "To write the name, age, address, phone number, remember to go home to wrap the shell." So the teacher was unpredictable! One moment she was as fierce as a big tiger, the next moment she was as gentle as a mother. We one by one carefully filled out, the next is not a formal class, but at that time I was most afraid of the "devil training", now I look how insignificant, but at that time I was very afraid of the "devil training" - self-introduction. One by one, we went up to the stage, and everyone was a bit shy. Ah! My turn, I slowly walked up to the stage, stammered to introduce me, everyone applauded for me, applauded, my heart is cold, like ice, I said so poorly, but everyone consoled me, I'm how self-condemnation ah! I hope I can cheer and work hard next time, so that everyone can see my progress! Ding, ding, ding, class is over. I desperately thought, "Come on mom, I'm so scared!"
This is the story of me and art, it makes me no longer shy, no longer afraid, no longer as timid as before, I grew up, in the road of art let me try to move forward!
2My story with art
If food satisfies the flesh, then my soul will be filled by colorful brushes.
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This is a marvelous and twisted tale, a story that began on a quiet summer night 14 years ago: with a loud cry, a new life came into the world. God created countless human beings, but he didn't like uniformity and said, "Every human being is extraordinary." So every person living in this world is different. This young individual who had just come into the world was not simple either.
One day, half a year later, the child's mother was memorizing something by the bedside, the restless child sent to his mother's side, grabbed a pen with his tender little hands, and scribbled on the wall, and after a while, his mother realized that the child had painted a person, cool like himself. So, from that day on, the child and the paintbrush bonded.
Day by day, the child also grew up day by day, in the sixth year of his birth, the time to go to school arrived, at this time the child has grown up a lot, just still so cute, but often mentioned by his parents is not his lovely looks, but a pair of paintings that have long exceeded the age of his peers, the paintings under his pen and the physical object has reached a very high degree of resemblance, but it seems to be almost what? For this reason, he went to an old gentleman's home to learn to paint, a learning, is six years. Over the past six years, the child grew taller and taller, and his painting skills improved, but the year he graduated from elementary school, his heart was completely broken.
That day, his parents made a big decision for him: no more painting. There was only one reason for this: he had excelled in his studies, and his parents wanted him to spend more time on his studies. But who can understand the pain of an introverted boy who has lost his bond to his body? He left the familiar studio and never went back.
A year after entering junior high school, the boy came to Beijing for treatment for an illness and was discharged from the hospital. The recuperation time was boring, in the day-to-day emptiness, he saw the friendly brush, and remembered the old friend who had been separated for a long time. So he began to paint again, and every day he stayed at home on the balcony, forgetting himself, and without the guidance of a teacher, he revised it by himself. Although it was a difficult process of upgrading, he still reveled in that colorful sunshine, painting and drawing. When the weather was good, he would go downstairs, but the only thing he did was painting, as if the only thing in his soul was the brush.
A year later, he went to school again, but again his feelings were complicated, not by the fear of not understanding the lessons, but by the fear of being crossed by a textbook like last time, but luckily, the tragedy did not happen again.
The story takes place now and will surely continue into the future afterward, and the little boy in the story is none other than me. God created every extraordinary person, and I will use that colorful brush to add color to the world. As long as you believe in yourself, everyone is extraordinary.
If food satisfies the needs of the body, then my soul will be made colorful by the rainbow in the sky.
3My Story with Dance
To this day, I have been studying dance for more than three years, and learning dance has given me a lot of rewards.
What I learn is mainly the basic dance movements, that is, the training of basic skills. There are taut feet, hook feet, lower back, lower fork, wrenching leg, front bridge, cartwheel, forward roll, hit the handstand and so on. Learning these movements is very hard and tiring, and every time we leave the dance class, we sweat a lot. But in learning, also learned a lot.
Learning dance makes my body much more flexible. Every dance class, the teacher taught us to learn some new moves, and then gave us time to practice, these dance moves, such training, so that my growing arms, legs and feet get a good activity, my body has become much more flexible.
Learning dance has developed my temperament. Dance teachers often say that learning dance is to develop one's temperament. Teachers require us to sit, stand and walk with certain rules to keep the body beautiful, repeated training so that we learn to dance children more a point of temperament. That's why I was always asked, "You've studied dance, right? At that time, I would be a little more interested in learning dance.
Learning dance also honed my will. When I was learning to go up to the top, I was very timid, and it was really too difficult for me to stick my feet to the wall and support my body with my hands into an inverted position. I practiced over and over again and just couldn't get it right. I was anxious when I watched my classmates in the dance class do the movements accurately. So I kept practicing at home. My mom looked at my hard work and said, "Why don't you stop practicing? But I couldn't give up, I said to myself, I will be able to do it, I am the best, I also let my mom encourage me with these words beside me, once, twice, one day, two days ----- Finally I succeeded in completing the movements, at that time, I was so happy that I cried, and my mom said to me, there is nothing you can't do as long as you are willing to do it, and I nodded my head vigorously. I believe that as long as I go to do it, I will be able to do it, from then on, learning the movements although more and more difficult, but I have insisted on it.
Learning to dance is very hard, but when you look at yourself and make the movements beautiful, you will be very happy. Learning to dance gives me beauty, joy and quality.
I love dance!
4My story with clay modeling
A few years ago, our family was together with my brother's family, and my brother knew how to do clay modeling, and I was envious of him, so I learned like my brother.
Every time, when my brother was making clay sculptures, I followed along beside him. When I put the flower clay on a plate that was rotating, the plate was spinning very fast, and my hand had to keep pinching the flower clay to make it slowly take shape. Sometimes I pinched too heavy, the flower clay will have cracks, so my brother said to me to be lighter, but I pinched too light, it does not look beautiful, after my brother's advice over and over again, after I continue to work hard, and finally mastered the strength of the strength, this time I was very careful, the strength is not very light, not very heavy, so it looks very good, I would like to carve some beautiful lines on the top, but it seems to be like a knife does not listen to the call, carved a left, a left, a left, a left, a left, a left, a left, a left. I wanted to carve some beautiful lines on it, but the art knife didn't seem to listen to me, and I was carving to the left and to the right, so I didn't carve well, and the work was useless. I had to work hard to make a good clay sculpture. Hot summer days, I do clay sculpture in the room, forehead oozing out of the fine beads of sweat do not care to wipe a little; art knife scratched my fingers, put on a band-aid and continue to do; do not do well, but also by no means discouraged, to change the piece of clay to redo ...... in the beginning, I encountered a lot of difficulties, and also suffered a number of failures, but every time I look at their own less successful works, I have to do a lot of work, but I have to do a lot of work. But every time I looked at my less successful works, I thought seriously and gained new experiences and lessons. Day by day, my experience has become richer and richer, and my skills in clay sculpture have become more and more skillful, and the works on the table have become more and more lifelike.
This incident taught me that no matter what you do, you have to be careful, conscientious and persistent.
5Me and art
Art can not only cultivate our feelings, but also make people more confident. Speaking of me and art, there are really hard to distinguish five years!
When I was in the first grade, my mom decided to let me learn a musical instrument. But there was a difference of opinion in the family. Grandpa suggested piano, but dad said electronic piano, and mom told me to learn erhu. Grandma was more democratic and asked me what I liked. I thought about it and chose my favorite accordion. Everyone respected my choice, and that's how I bonded with the accordion.
I remember the first time I took a lesson at the age of seven, the teacher picked up my hands and scrutinized them, and because the accordion was so heavy and the keys were so large, the teacher decided that a boy with such hands was in good condition. Mom was secretly delighted, in a trance as if I saw ten years later, my fingers flying, the sound of the piano such as waves, such as spring water ...... Such imagery is too encouraging, my mother said to me, learning to play the piano is her biggest wish for me.
Everything went well in the first half of the year, and I practiced every day and night at home, and I made great progress. After a year, the lessons deepened, and when I was in the second grade, I was so bad at recognizing music that I asked my mother to help me. My mom had the feeling of "learning to play drums at 80", but she never got bored. She learned by herself every day, and then reminded me when I was playing the piano, and together we actively prepared for the third and fifth grades, which boosted my confidence in learning the accordion.
But as time went by, there was more schoolwork and less time for practicing, but I stuck to my hobby, one step at a time, and insisted on taking the exam every year. Last year when I took the grade 8 exam. I found out that in addition to the test of playing, I also had to take the test of music theory. It was very difficult. But I still try to stick to it while studying.
With the help of my training teacher, I successfully passed the 8-level exam, and I had an additional gain during the exam, the teacher found one of my strengths, 10 listening without a single error, the teacher said to my mother, this child has talent, to be properly trained, my mother's face immediately smiled like a flower, yes, my mother's many years of hard work has not been in vain, ah.
Now I often play the piano at home in my spare time when I'm studying, and when the beautiful sound of the piano ripples in the house, the whole family will be immersed in happiness. I know I'm still far away from the true meaning of art, but I realized that as long as I work hard, I'm sure to get the fruits of the truth. I just started this little art also bring laughter and happiness to the whole family, don't you think so?