Learning to paint, I find the most mysterious Chinese painting. Simple water, ink, brush and rice paper to paint flowers, birds, mountains and rivers, also painted animals and people. The soft brush, coupled with ink color tones gives the same feeling of performance with the wider world not only being visible but also. What is even more amazing is that the paper, ink and pigments drawn with water do not lose their color. Truly a gem of Chinese painting.
Painting not only looks good, there are also a variety of painting and capricious. Such as a two-color hair tip dipped in two different shades of color, by controlling the angle and strength of the pen, you can paint different mood painting, causing strong three-dimensional painting. The delicate technique is called rendering. Drawing on paper, which is the first brush dipped in color, and then dipped in water with a clean brush, color, according to the need to control the time of rendering, there will be a deep to light transition effect on the screen is very natural, drawing characters, flowers, birds, landscapes, giving a vivid, wonderful feeling ... I can say that I would like to do my best to master the essence of Chinese painting Chinese painting, my surprise and mystery.
Painting has become one of my hobbies. Whenever I am happy, when I want to paint, whenever I am tired, I will draw and paint, I am bored, I forget my worries, whenever I meet with difficult to express in words, I pick up the brush ... ..... This picture makes me relaxed, happy, content, and wise.
I am happy that this painting can accompany me no matter what. Whatever it is, I will not give up painting.
Childhood
, the art of living muse is just a lens on the beach waves of the sand of the child, the sea has not been my literary talent, rather than her hand, caressing me. Growing up, I left the waters of home. My first exposure to so many books in a bookstore in the city? The city. Once my bookcase collected poems from an array in which Rabindranath Tagore introduced: "The coin of your hand buys a collection of poems, it makes your heart fly free like a bird, happy, infinitely ethereal." Seeing only one, I would buy it as if it were a treasure. From then on, Tagore, I a colorful world. I suddenly fell in love with poetry, because I was addicted to the vast depths of the sea.
Poetry's charm I first found as bright as the sun. Poetry optimistic and bold Li Bai, Du Fu, y frustrated, elegant and beautiful Li Qingzhao... They used different styles of pen to show me everything in the world. Gradually, I understood the deeper look of sincerity, the subtle smell of Schütting, Shelley, Pushkin, the bright taste of poetry scene, and I made friends. Slowly, I felt myself inseparable from this poetry. Poetry and the "invisible hand" always pulls my heartstrings, assigns beautiful piano sounds, and I feel very happy. Therefore, in the classroom the teacher's mouth to know the poet's night gave me black eyes, but I used it to find the light of longing, and outside the classroom I recite input, Jiangnan Cailian forest drinks to fill the field of "mood. I really feel like Tagore said, like a happy bird, free to fly into the boundless emptiness.
Reading many poems, I can't help harboring a dream of gently pulling my poems at the door of the Hall of Literature. Just write a song that someone plays with full attention to explore the beauty of all things; turn on and off, I was alone in the light, the poems of the Commercial Crime Bureau, the fine tips flowed out of the singing of the birds, the flowers bloomed, the growth of grasses remembered his pen, all the same things, the same joy, whenever my poems mailed in manuscripts, waiting to become a part of my life, which most of the sinking of the sea, but really feel the river feel frustrated when! , you sang a song of trouble, you wrote a poem. "The lines, because life is always good, my chest is unusual development. Occasionally, I see a word letterpress text, it is very moving, and I do not sleep well at night. Although no one applauded, but I think the door in the Hall of Literature was slowly opened the smile of the Muses, my little poem, a perfect circle of my literary dreams.
Song another poem, drunk on reading poetry, drunk on writing poetry. Feet of poetry only fly butterflies, my beautiful colorful garden; weak light, but it saves to a bright light like fireflies.
Never had a muse to tie the knot, I have no regrets. Art and life.
I didn't cherish the things around me, because I always felt that my own things will be lost around me, only the cherished heart will never forget ......
This summer, classified because of the piano, they only recognize the joy of junior high school life at home, boredom suppressed by the practice. Due to the heat, ice in my mouth. Determined to practice. From morning to noon, the evening, I can finally shake arm soreness, you really can not help it, I ran to the balcony ...... <BR / Suddenly, I heard a sound, a unique summer night wind, suddenly dull suddenly clear, drifting into my ears, brushing my cheeks, brushing my bangs. The leaves rustle soft, the subtle beauty of the sunset. In this moment, has become the world surprisingly quiet, if not sound. Oh, the flute, someone playing the flute, this flute musical, cozy, smooth, the only sober person who can play so well.
Enchanted, serene ...... A long time to wake up thinking and imagining.
A few days later, I realized that every night, an alarm would sound just then, and it was always not the first time I heard the flute sound so good. Every day, as soon as I put down the piano, the flute sounded, I went to the balcony, looked downstairs at the construction site, and listened. I wanted to play the flute, a lonely old man, tell-tale mentality, maybe a child, my eyes, a child riding behind an old buffalo flute ...
One day, when I ran to the balcony to look down, as usual, I saw a construction worker sitting on the ground, he played the flute, suddenly, the alarm sounded abruptly, and when it sounded again, I was surprised to find that he blew a piece, and I played! Intermittent alarm sounds, but I still say it's one of my favorite songs. Not having seen it with my own eyes, I could not believe, under any circumstances, that a song heard only by ear, utilizing a flute in the hand completely blown, played with a less accurate, though less skillful in blowing. To do all this, my past is a worker's contempt! I was shocked!
Evening, my mother has talked about the staff: "Look at people, building houses in the sun, every day more tired than you, right? Families thunder at night to blow you to bed, they live not very easy thing! "
I will not complain. Dream siren in the morning, ? I woke up the window siren; at night, accompany me to bed, I practiced this song on the flute always sounded, quietly and softly, as if afraid that I would hear the end, he was no longer afraid. Apparently the sounds of the piano and the flute mixed together so strangely, harmoniously, beautifully, peacefully, beautifully. I was so emotional, tears in his eyes, I think I found the true meaning of this song, this worker's friend helped me to find it, and yes, my feelings have risen? .... ...
Graded, always haunting my ears flute, in its own way with the music, finally, I understand, I recognize ten! I was so excited that I rushed to the balcony ready to courage, this good news to tell to a friend never seen before, I was stunned. A few days of excitement and nervousness, I forgot that they were standing in front of the building. Yes, I was never in with the flute!
I did not know that in the corner of the day I heard the siren, I always thought that the siren sounded familiar, and it turned out that the siren, the memory of which I will always treasure in my heart!
Dear friend, are you still playing the siren? Do you know? Faraway girl's wish and ensemble - "Nostalgia".
Not pursuing art.
Art, his image is more typical than reality reflects the ideas of the real society.
Art has always been my desire, with its unique charm, marvelous charm and fierce competition, y
attracted
Since ancient times, it has been loved by people, it includes music, dance, sculpture, literature, folk art, the play of
Theatre and film.
I love art and I want to pursue it.
The pursuit of art, music, especially the famous musician Beethoven's songs, beautiful melodies, and search
Filled with a sense of mystery. I often listen to music, write articles, they will immediately inspire. Boredom, listen to music, will be able to be happy again
. Feeling irritated, just music, no matter how present more alive, more impatient, become comfortable
... It gives me inspiration, brings happiness, with the unique charm of world music slow ...
The pursuit of the art of the pursuit of dance. My childhood favorite dance, dance with great interest. In elementary school, I
Join the favorite dance dance class dancing the swan dance, dance, gentle, elegant movements, line
Beauty and attitude of the United States, a very pleasant taste.
The pursuit of art, the pursuit of art. In America, it is a good thing that good art is art, art, cartoons, drawings,
drawings, paintings and sketches. I'm good at drawing, and that's because I've learned to know the basic skills of sketching and understand how to
But I don't like sketching and painting. My favorite comics. As many of you know, very simple comics
Exaggerate and draw something. Satire and humor, but unfortunately, I don't like this comic.
Is this the kind of comic you might ask? If you don't like comic books, what is your favorite comic
? My answer is: "I like manga that is a traditional Japanese comic, it is also?
Satire and humor, but it is the manga artist's work of art occupies a significant proportion, such as the degree of attractiveness that now sells
"Dream of Red Mansions Dream of Red Mansions" artist Fujiko Fujio's own drawings to create a beloved
Doraemon Do, the best-selling manga of all time, greatly improved. The "Doraemon Do," greatly improved the best-selling manga. And without talking, you should know by now! A few
Good friends are very fond of the manga, and often draw their own good works for comparison. Do a better job with this comic
She will continue to work hard, and if not, she will redouble her efforts to compete than the leader.
Our competitors, our pursuit of the art of comedy, more durable, more determined.
I love the pursuit of art, from the charm of art, the charm of art and competitiveness.
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Concert
I like to listen to music, because of the stability of the flat, the next unanimous feelings, feel comfortable once, my father took me to see the concert, listening to musicians playing Beethoven's music. Good mood road.
Beethoven's Symphony "Destiny" soft music, intoxicating soft music, ringing in my ears, as if the entire venue, I was the only one I appeared in front of the grand picture, the picture on the perpetual flow of similar shares of the Yangtze River flowed into my heart, like the Warriors fate of the struggle of the light, the darkness will be! The past would be a good story to have completed my recovery. So exciting "moonlight song" my eyes seemed to see the mighty sea, the deep blue sea rising moon spray microwave mysterious colors added to the sparkling sea, a lightning bolt cut through the calm sea, the sea, the big waves rolled up, the moon shone sharp and glossy, like a blooming flower. Deafening thunder outside the sound of the sea slowly calmed down. Water and sky phase seagulls wandering back and forth, like fear of the same
The music ended, I returned to the reality of the concert, I feel the most important time, my music melting.