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Art Excellent Essay 1Art is not far away from us, it is early around us. It can be a song, a painting, can also be a small insignificant crafts. Where there is art, where there is beauty. Now take you into the hundred garden, feel the charm of art, feel the infection of beauty. Art, noble and elegant, full of fun. Communicate with art, that is the most beautiful thing. In my current research, there is the theme of art. It is a combination of music and art. Whenever we take this class, we swim in the sea of art and feel all the beautiful things. That's when you realize how beautiful things are around you! I learned from my dad that learning calligraphy has given me a deeper understanding of the art. Calligraphy is the essence of my life. Since ancient times, people have taken calligraphy as the pride of the Chinese nation. When I met my teacher, my father took a pen dipped in ink and made a few strokes on the rice paper to show off his skills.
In a short while, a few powerful typing a word is completed, called good. Looking at these big square characters, are they just a few big words? Don't you think they seem to symbolize the indomitable tenacity and strength of our Chinese people? Today, when I picked up the brush to write a few large characters, my hand trembled. No, I can't do that, I won't forget that I am a Chinese! So I bravely wrote my first stroke. A good start is half of success. I finished the word perfectly, with an indescribable sense of mission in my heart. If there is good music while writing, then I think there is no happier life than this. With the beat of a beautiful melody, happy elves were born. Friends, love the arts! It's such a treat when you immerse yourself in it! Let's use a pair of sharp eyes, taste the "beauty" of art in life!
The Peacock Dance is the most prestigious traditional performance dance of the Dai folk dance in China.
According to legend, more than a thousand years ago, the Dai leader called Ma Li Jie number of imitation of the peacock's beautiful posture and learn to dance, and then processed by successive generations of folk artists molding, passed down, the formation of the peacock dance.
Now as soon as the peacock dance is mentioned, we must first think of the famous dancer Yang Liping.
Ms. Yang Liping was born on November 10, 1958 in Yunnan, is one of China's most famous dance artists, vice chairman of the Chinese Dancers Association, the national level actors. She is also a member of the Expert Committee of China National Folk Dance Level Examination. And her most famous masterpiece is The Spirit of the Sparrow.
Ms. Yang's "Spirit of the Sparrow" between the hands and feet, it looks like the peacock "standing up to the wind", "jumping and rotating", "spreading their wings and flying", but it is far more than a form of simulation, but the dancers - the dancers - the simulation. But it is much more than a simulation, it is a blend of the spirit and flesh of the dancer - the "peacock". In the gentle music, Ms. Yang Liping's long skirt was white as snow, obediently sticking. From afar, it seems to be an unearthly peacock, a noble and elegant peacock!
Look, she moved, she danced! With her soft waist, flexible fingers, and light feet, she dances out of the mysterious realm. Her big eyes, in what kind of emotion to us; her mouth, one by one, sometimes up and sometimes down; her hair bun decoration, standing alone ...... gleaming wonderful eyes in the brow which! The rosy, compact mouth was telling long stories. The music stopped, in the ears only applause.
Always y like Yang Liping master,
She was born for the dance, live for the dance and live.
She - is the most envied person in my life.
The Spirit of the Sparrow introduced me to her - and I fell y in love with her.
Art Excellent Essay 3Art is not far from us, technology is all around us. It can be a song, a painting or a small craft that does not attract attention. There is art, there is beauty, art is a beautiful garden.
In the first half of the fourth grade, my mother found that many students had enrolled in interest classes, such as art, calligraphy, writing, and so on. My mom didn't let me be idle, and asked around and found the interest classes. My mom enrolled me in a sketching class with my consent. When I entered the drawing room, Mr. Wang came out with a smile on his face, brought me to the drawing board, and divided a piece of paper into four parts. Mr. Wang let me start to learn how to draw lines, and told me how to hold the brush and how to draw. At first, I was as clumsy with the brush as a chicken with a piece of wood. There was no way to draw on the paper. The teacher saw, gently said: "It's okay, bold pen, who have the first time." I was nervous to draw the first stroke on the paper, I did not expect, the teacher said: "good, continue." The teacher watched me with a smile. Under the teacher's encouragement, a piece of paper was filled with my drawings. Satisfied, the teacher took down the paper on the drawing board, and replaced it with a new one. "Miso" a few times, a square was drawn, the teacher began to color the square, and said, "There are only three colors in sketching: black, white, and grey." After the teacher finished drawing, she asked me to draw one on the side. I drew it crookedly, and the teacher taught me how to draw it by hand, and I was reluctant to leave the studio at the end of the lesson.
In the future, every time we take a break, we will see the teacher mingling with the students. But the teacher play to play, painting is, he is meticulous, sometimes I in order to cope with the teacher, casually draw a cope with the teacher, the teacher will be tiger face, the appearance of a strange and scary. I was scared like a cat to see a mouse, and hastily changed a re-drawing.
On the wall of the studio, you can also see my sketch depiction works, although compared with those masters, I am far from it, but this is also my little progress!
In the process of learning sketching, I tasted the sweet and sour, in my harvest, but it is immensely proud and happy.
Art Excellent Essay 4Every person has learned art. For example: calligraphy, sculpture, playing the piano, singing, dancing ...... I have also learned art, is my favorite painting.
During the summer vacation, my father knew that I liked painting, so he enrolled me in a cram class. The teacher said I was just learning and should start with the basics. The teacher gave me pencils. First, she taught me how to sketch. The teacher picked up a picture of an apple and showed it to me, saying, "You use a pencil to trace it on your paper." I traced its shape first, but I couldn't get it right, either it was crooked or not straight. I erased it all and traced it again. The teacher came over and said, "Why can't you trace it well enough?" I said, "Teacher, I traced the shape and it was crooked, so I erased it and traced it again!" The teacher said, "We should draw a shape first and then add some leaves. If any of them don't look good you erase them and draw them better again!" After listening to the teacher's words, I immediately traced again. After about an hour, I finally drew it, the teacher took a look and said, "It's a little better than just now, keep up the good work!"
My teacher gave me a painting of a mouse. I first traced a shape, and then the head of the mouse. Then trace the mouse's ears, eyes, tail, mouth, nose, and other parts. The teacher came over to look at the picture and said, "The foundation is not bad, you can describe the body and limbs of the rat, but you can't describe the eyes and movements of the rat yet. But it's okay, take your time, observe its eyes first, what the eyes reveal, it's up to your imagination."
I thought rats are usually disgusting, but looking at its eyes, it didn't seem so disgusting, and I traced it out. Teacher look, suddenly laughed and said: "You describe the rat, not our usual disgusting rat, but a poor eyes showing the rat, it is eager to get its favorite things, but did not take action, just lying there silently staring at the things it likes. Very nice, your skill in tracing amazes me." I was delighted to hear that.
I learned to draw, one of the many types of paintings. Although my sketching is not very good, but I learn very seriously. Later, through long-term persistence, I slowly learned the skills of painting, I have to persevere in the future, to learn to paint better!
Art Excellent Essay 5Today they are full of smiles on their faces, why is this? Oh, today we are going to visit Xing Aidi's criminal Liangkun's ceramic art view. We have been all morning are joyful, not to mention how happy.
The criminal Liangkun ceramic art museum is located in the mountains by the sea, beautiful Dalian Beach Park. Its unique architectural style makes it a unique work of architectural art.
We set out after dinner, the continent of colorful, cloudless sky, birds twittering aside, as if to say: "I can join you?" Competitively open, the breeze, everywhere is the breath of spring. Without realizing it, we reached our destination.
As soon as we entered, we were greeted by the hospitality of Eddie Xing and the staff. Walking into the hall, we were attracted by this charming house. It was as if we had walked into the time tunnel of art to appreciate the `art treasures of ancient and modern times. The staff told us: "Ceramic Art Museum internal floor and walls using dozens of colored jade pavement, the total pavement area of about 18,000 square meters. The ceiling ceiling has more than 100 square meters of balsam camphor wood and jade pieces to create and become." This is really a museum that combines modern technology and classical beauty! We then visited the artwork and the world's largest glass fish tank. This added a touch of awe to the artwork.
Then we got to experience what it's like to be a potter, as we made crafts with Master Xing. As we watched the clay dance freely in Master Xing's hands, we became very ambitious. But it wasn't that easy! We learned by heart and made our own masterpieces.
Time flies, and it was time that brought us back to reality. We wanted to say goodbye to our uncles and aunts, and we also said goodbye to Edith Xing. This art trip is really unforgettable!
Art Excellent Essay 6I remember that time is the school held an art festival, each class should send a few students to participate in several programs such as dance and musical instruments, and our class almost no one can music, let alone musical instruments. At that moment, I don't know which student called out, "Zhang Yujuan, didn't you learn the piano for a few years before? The teacher was so happy that she wrote my name on the paper, and I was reading underneath, and when I heard my name being called, I just let out an ah and lowered my head to read again.
Wait until after class, inadvertently listening to people to know that there is such a thing, I rushed to find the teacher refused to participate. Teachers heard on the unhappy: why do not you go? It's a good thing to win honor for the class! Besides, there is no one else in the class who can go except you. But I learned the piano three or four years ago, and now I have long forgotten, how can I remember? I don't care. I'm not going. Well, it's a big weekend anyway, so go home and practice, I'll make up my own mind about this. I'm not going to be able to do that.
I originally thought that this matter is so finished, I did not expect to the morning of the art festival, the teacher suddenly came to me and said: our class will choose you, you do not go also have to go. I heard that I was angry, how can you be like this ah! Why should I go? I've already said I'm not going! I told you I'm not going! What do you mean you're going or not going? After saying that, hurriedly left.
I heard, there is a kind of inexplicable aggression in my heart, tears falling down, thinking: how can the teacher be like this? Words without faith, why ah! Look at my good bullying ah, hum, you are not benevolent, do not blame me for not righteousness, said, I will be angry to the dormitory top floor to go, hiding there, other people looking for can not find. The result is predictable, our class in the musical instrument because people did not arrive and forced to abstain, the class teacher lost face.
In retrospect, I really ate the leopard's guts that time, even the class teacher's request dare to refuse, and also in such an extreme way. I think the main reason for this is still because the teacher's arbitrary approach to make me too annoyed, if she is a little more euphemistic or a different way, I think I will still try my best.
Art Excellent Essay 7With the passage of time, the lively and extraordinary art festival slowly came to an end. Over the past month or so, the students have made a lot of progress and gained a lot.
The corridors, walls and classrooms of the school are full of dazzling and marvelous works of art.
Among these works, the most interesting, fun and crowded place is the hall of the No. 2 school building. You see, there are a lot of "discs" formed a "disc street"! These "CDs" were all made by the students themselves, and this form of creation was very refreshing. On the CD-ROM, there are people, buildings, cars ...... all kinds of, countless! Among them, my favorite is a CD-ROM hanging in the middle, above the painting of a delicate rose, petals surrounded by yellow stamens, as if there is a string of crystal clear pearls hanging in full bloom on top of the rose it ...... ho! The queen of the flowers!
The back of the beautiful and touching, condensed is the hard work of teachers and students.
We first made the students art CD-ROM with a string, and then decorated with a variety of cards, and finally pasted on the pillar. But this is only a CD-ROM, CD-ROM street but there are hundreds of CD-ROM ah! It is because of the sweat of teachers and students that there is a CD-ROM street.
In addition to the "Disc Street", my favorite and proudest piece of art work is a peony flower painted by Wang Yuanxiang, the great painter of our class! It hangs in an eye-catching position in the hall, the petals are in full bloom as if they are going to drip out of water, and people can smell the fragrant scent as soon as they see it!
This art festival, students not only improve the ability to appreciate art, but also enhance the ability to do it, it is really a multi-benefit. I was immersed in the sea of art for a long time!
Art Excellent Essay 8Everyone is an artist. Great artists are inspired by nature. Nature is an artist who can make everything in the world perfect.
Spring. The grassland on the piece of green. As if from the fairy world shaking down the green brocade, extending to the boundless sky also. Above the green brocade, sporadically dotted with some of the cattle and sheep enjoying the fat grass. From time to time there are handsome wild horses galloping past like a shooting star. Surrounded by the green of the gelatinous blue general wireless added a vivid scenery. Relaxed white clouds drift lazily in the blue crystal sky; reflecting the sun's light, reflecting the pure and original light.
Lakes. In the quiet night, the cold moon accompanied by the clear wind, set its sparse cold shadow into the turquoise calm, deep lake. The wind accompanied by the cold moon, with a delicate hand across the quiet lake, to taste the faint implication of the silk fragrance. The green lake so that people do not explore the bottom, the elusive face of a touch of deep, signature file
After the rain, pine needles wearing a string of rain drops, grass scooped up the three or two water beads, lotus leaves holding a few drops of water beads, leaves holding a few water beads, a beautiful scene unfolded ......
The river. The water flowed gently, in a short while will be "fast and furious" they violently hit the stone, grinding away their rough side, and then in the sound of joy and laughter.
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Natural things are the most primitive, but also the most perfect, he is not hypocritical, not arrogant, it is the most real life, but also the most beautiful. On this stage, full of interest and perfection, it is not luxurious, nor fickle, therefore, know how to enjoy nature is the same as enjoying the perfection of life.
Art Excellent Essay 9The work of art has three very important meanings for me.
First, they all help me express my inner feelings. Just as some people need to drink when they are sad, and some people need to be guided by their heart, making art can be another world for me, which allows me to use my imagination and disperse my emotions, even if they are negative, and in this way I can be sobered up from my unhappiness and sublimated from my pleasure. Secondly, a work of art is like a video camera that records my growing experience, what I think and feel. It is a complete reflection of my personality and thoughts over a period of time. It is as if I am preparing for an exam at this time, so most of my mood must be filled with anxiety or tension, which I may not have a clear subjective feeling, but can be truly reflected in the artwork. Perhaps when I look back at these works when I am gray, they will evoke the infinite memories of my youth.
Finally, when I was making art, my brain was already active, my whole body was working, and the process of thinking out loud was learning. Every time I complete a piece of work, my knowledge can be enhanced. To take the simplest example, in this art work about Guangzhou, I revisited the famous residences, feng shui and humanistic streets in Guangzhou, which was really refreshing, and I realized that my original memory was not comprehensive, and I realized that the riding buildings in Guangzhou were so characteristic of the Lingnan region, and the colored paints in Guangzhou were so pregnant with a classical flavor. This is not only the process of learning culture, but also the process of self-renewal of the concept and spirit, every experience, have benefited a lot.
In my heart, I don't like the winter season, but I have to admire and appreciate its beauty from the bottom of my heart, leaving aside my personal bias, it is really an art that is embodied by the kind of white color.
In the southern city rarely see snow, more or less will have some yearning. This winter I want it very much.
When I was a child, the snow was not over my knees, and I stepped home so y and shallowly, looking back, at least I will be grateful that it covered the home that has not yet been renovated muddy and uneven mountain road to make it completely beautiful once. I prefer the winter sunshine through the bare branches of the trees in my face without the leaves of the cover, see the top of the tree those lazy snow gilded with a layer of gold color.
Stay in my memory and once again snow is the ice storm, leaving aside it is a disaster, it is indeed a beautiful scene, those I have only seen on TV in the northern scenery actually patronized my hometown, tree branches everywhere are frozen ice crystals, crystal palace general dream, even the ground stones are smooth wrapped a layer of jewels such as full of onyx, that the evergreens were actually copied down the leaves, take off! A piece of ice to clearly see its meridians, heh, versatile snow ah, the original is also an outstanding sculptor. That winter snow is reluctant to leave, is not also like a fairy who moved the true love? In the end, they just to the end of a disaster and the end of the drama.
Then, I had the honor to go to Beijing once, is just on the snow, I first saw the snow in a foreign land, the original snow can really blow up, heh, swallow did not lie to me, I'm happy to do a little girl state blowing up the snow, which fluttered in the sky to confuse the field of view of me I am also happy, the snow is more home is not the same, step on the foot is so soft, I experience, slowly a foot a foot! I stepped on it and heard it creaking as if to say something
Elementary school textbooks in the snow is a drawing paper chickens painted bamboo leaves, puppies painted plum blossoms middle school textbooks is a good year of snow; literature in the snow like salt, like the willow flakes, what kind of snow is in your heart?
This year's hometown miles of clear skies did not snow, is the sky in a foreign land snow in the swing?
"Art Festival" is a favored by students, welcomed by teachers, so that parents can rest assured that the activities. Let's go back to the art festival in our school!
Into the painting exhibition area, you can see a fat girl with a smile on her face, a face of satisfaction in front of the booth. You must be wondering: is there a welcome lady in the school? You're wrong, this little fat girl is not a welcome lady, but me--Ding Yin!
What you can't imagine is that there are a lot of my works in this exhibition. Paper-cutting painting "dumping", line drawing "my amusement park", children's drawings "let's celebrate together", ink painting "lotus" ...... is not dazzled?
Suddenly, a shout came from the ear: "Ya, come and see, this lotus is really lifelike, so not realistic!" Looking for the sound, it turned out that a little girl saw my "Lotus", can not help but marvel. Seeing this scene, I felt a sense of pride in my heart. Yes, these paintings, which one is not my heart and soul? Which of these paintings is not the work of my heart? Which of these paintings is not the color of my juice? Which one of these paintings is not my heart and soul? I was a bit reluctant to hand them over! I was afraid that the painting would get dirty or broken. Now I see the envious gazes of my classmates, I am floating, all the fatigue and dissatisfaction are replaced by a heart full of pleasure and comfort. Yes, a point of hard work, a point of harvest, no pay no return, I will certainly continue to work hard!
After enjoying the exhibition, let's turn our attention to the stage! Listen! "I ...... my upper lip to the sky, lower lip to the ground, you have me high?" "And your face?" "We braggers don't have faces!" Hahahahaha ...... The comic "Bragger" made the students laugh. The laughter sounded like it was going to raise the roof! The little actors on the stage are happier than their classmates, these days of rehearsal finally paid off!
Art Festival, harvesting touched, harvesting happiness, harvesting friendship, harvesting sincerity ...... a happy smiling face, a sound of joyful laughter, painted a colorful art festival!
Art excellent essay 12Today is really happy ah! It is because our family went to watch the wonderful closing ceremony of the Festival gala, the performance inside, really good!
Once inside the venue, I was attracted by the scene inside: the stage below a row of beautiful lights constantly flashing, changing the dazzling, colorful colors, a moment to let a person feel soft, and a moment to stab people's eyes; on both sides of the stage, rows and rows of small colored lights also keep on Flickering light, let people feel very lovely; by the curtain covered the black stage in the middle of a circle of hazy light points ...... let people feel good and beautiful. The performance began, the curtain opened, at once, the dance on the light, the audience under the stage are playing call, shouting, because it is really too beautiful! And, the background of the stage was especially beautifully decorated. The host began to announce the curtain, the first program is the new district elementary school students brought the chorus: "Red Star Shining". As soon as the singing students came on stage, brilliant lights popped out from the stage. Their singing voice was so loud, wonderful and clear that it was especially comfortable to listen to. The actors finished their performance and the stage erupted in applause. The next program was a dance: "I give the earth a bath", not only the dance, but also the kindergarten children imitated the voice of the old grandpa of the earth. The kindergarteners won the applause of the audience with their childish and milky voices. In the middle, there was a skit performed by teachers, which was so funny that the audience shouted, cheered and applauded wildly, which made the whole gala reach a climax. Finally, a song full of passion to make the atmosphere of the party burned to the extreme, the stage next to the fireworks also lit up ...... party ended in this joyful atmosphere.
The closing ceremony of the festival was wonderful, right? I really hope to feel that kind of wonderful again!
Art Excellent Essay 13
"Falling without regret Yo, it's my turn ......"
On the streets of the summer, the cicadas chirped like fire, stirring up the passion of the two old masters of chess on the roadside. I watched with rapt attention and remembered the time when I was learning chess.
In the dead of winter, in a green stone alley, where the white walls and green tiles. I came alone to a remote classroom. The classroom was very simple, into the inner room. The coach was all plain, with a kind face, and his hair was already white and old. The coach told me to sit down, I looked at the chess, the delicate appearance of the pebbles, and then dyed red and black, each chess have some flavor.
I fell y in love with chess at that moment.
In the flower season, I played chess for the first time. The coach let the double rooks, my heart seems to start to fill the wine, that wine is the wine of joy that will win. In the opening game, I occupied a knight again. The coach said, "It's better to lose a knight than a first." I was getting "drunk" and ignored my coach's words. I organized another attack, but the more I attacked, the drunker I got, and finally I stumbled and fell on the board. I was winning the game, but "one wrong move and the whole game is lost", and I was drunk and giggling like a drunkard. I learned from my mistake and began to practice chess again.
After half a year of further study, playing chess again was late fall when the red leaves fell, the sky was like a ribbon, and the streaming clouds were like flowers. I took a heavy step, stepped on the red carpet of maple leaves, and challenged my chess friend. He was younger than me, but his chess skills were higher than mine. I firmly believe that this battle will be the one that breaks the boundaries.
"Victory and defeat are commonplace oh, don't let me beat you to tears." Chess friend again laid out his never-ending bragging rights. I went to war with him, I was pressurized in the opening, but the later came to the fore, and finally, when I was about to kill him, he suddenly repented. The coach opened his mouth, "A man who raises his hand is a man who loses." I was as excited as if my heart had been lit up by the red of a maple leaf. But I was quite calm, thinking: I finally broke through, I must practice again, and strive to surpass the coach's chess skills.
In chess, I realized a truth: life is like a game of chess, a game that can not be turned back, one step at a time, no regrets in the fall.
I went back to the street, the cicadas still chirping, only to hear the phrase "no regrets," echoed in my ears. In my ears echoed.
Talking about the story of me and art, perhaps three days and three nights can not be told, since it is not finished, then I will pick a few things to say!
I remember when I first started to learn oil painting, I always use color is not bold enough, so the painting out of the oil painting charm is not enough. Then the teacher told me: painting to let yourself relax, to boldly use color, if you still feel that you can not handle, you just mess with it. When I painted oil paintings later, I did whatever I wanted to do, and when I handed in my homework, my teacher said that my paintings were very good, and that my paintings were very beautiful in color, and one of them was chosen by my teacher to take part in a national children's painting and calligraphy exhibition, and won an excellent prize. So until now painting is still my favorite.
And my experience of learning brushstrokes is different from learning painting. When I started to learn calligraphy, I was a good writer, but I didn't practice much, and I was criticized by my parents. Once a senior brother in the calligraphy class brought some of his practice works to the class for exhibition, and I found out that he practiced writing a hundred pieces of burlap every week. No wonder he was the best calligrapher. It was true that as long as you work hard, you can sharpen an iron rod into a needle. So I started to practice my writing more actively. After unremitting efforts, my brush writing has become better. This year, I participated in the competition organized by the Provincial Calligraphers Association, a forty-character work won the Award of Excellence, but also exhibited for two months.
But my encounter with dance can really be described as a miracle. Mom said to let my personality more spontaneous components, so after a field trip, we **** the same choice of Latin dance, when I first started learning, I do not dance enough spirited, everyone gave me the evaluation: the movements are all right, but none of them are in place. In order to correct my movements, my mom and dad even bought two sets of CD-ROMs of Latin dance by Yang Yi and others for me to observe, and after a long time of hard work, my dance style finally dashed up. On May 1 of this year, I and a few other small partners of the group Latin dance in the province of the 11th Sports Dance Championship won the champion of the L group!
This is me, a little girl who can sing and dance well, and the arts to take on an unbreakable bond.
What is your favorite piece of art? Is it a painting, a song or a dance? I tell you my favorite art is not those, but my mother's cooking the fish that makes me remember.
The reason why I call it a work of art is because it is so exquisite. Plate quietly placed a fish, the skin of the fish is particularly smooth, the light of a mirror reflects a golden light, so I can not help but doubt that this is the fish is not to live up. A layer of sauce quietly poured on the fish, and gently slid down from the fish, deposited in the bottom of the plate. A layer of golden oil covered the perimeter of the fish, like a golden lake, and the fish became the mountains in the center of the lake. Yikes! Is this a fish or a spectacular landscape painting.
For food, it is not enough to have a beautiful exterior, it should also have an unforgettable flavor. So I picked up the chopsticks, gently picked up a piece of fish ah, the fish is so white, white without a trace of impurities. Into the mouth, just a sip, disappeared without a trace, melt in the mouth ah! And then look at the big fish was I clip to the place, leaked out a piece of white as snow meat. Wow! Snow has fallen on the tops of the mountain peaks, harmonizing the whole picture. You see, in the golden lake stands a high mountain, at the top of the mountain, there are pure white snowflakes, in that mountainside a dense forest lush. And at the bottom of the mountain, it is connected to the lake, a beautiful natural landscape painting!
Looking at such a rare treasure, I can not help but think back, in my life is never mom to cook for me, for me to spend money. In many, many things, it is always mom who supports me and encourages me. In this family it was always my mom who cared for me the most, and how much did I do for her? I only know to enjoy, but never thought that even a dish, are mom's efforts and full of love ah!
Such a fish is my favorite work of art. I not only tasted the delicious, but also tasted my mom's deep love for me. Ah, mom, thank you!