Flying a Kite
On a sunny Sunday, Xiaoli, Mingming and Xiaohua went to the park to fly a kite together. The park had a beautiful view: a blue sky with a few white clouds like cotton candy, and a green lawn as far as the eye could see. Xiaoli brought her favorite butterfly kite, which was very colorful and beautiful. Mingming and Xiaohua brought the swallow kite they had made together. There were quite a lot of people flying kites in the park! There was a child in the distance, holding the string of the kite and running against the breeze, the kite danced slowly in the air. The child's mom and dad were also smiling as they watched the child's excitement. There was also a red goldfish kite in the sky, and when the breeze blew, the goldfish seemed to be swimming in the water. Suddenly an "eagle" flew by. Oops! There is also a mighty dragon! It was so beautiful! As they watched, Mingming and Xiaohua's hands got itchy. Xiaohua lifted the swallow kite above his head, and Mingming pulled on the kite string and said, "When I count 1, 2, 3, you will let go." Xiaohua nodded. "1, 2, 3!" The swallow kite waved its wings and went up into the sky, up and down, like playing with the birds, like playing hide-and-seek with the white clouds. They are really happy!
General comment: This article is a picture essay, the content of the picture is a group of children flying kites. In addition to depicting the content of the picture, this article also combines the author's own imagination, such as the posture of the kite flying up to the sky, the reaction of the children and so on. The article also uses a lot of rhetorical devices, vivid image, rich imagination.
2. Essay: Painting Brings Me HappinessPainting Brings Me Happiness Painting Brings Me Happiness Painting is what I am most interested in! I like painting, because it will "magic"! I love painting because it's "magic"!
I remember once, the test failed, although the paper to the father, mother, signed, did not blame me, but I still can not be happy. I sat at the table in frustration, picked up the brush, "chirp, chirp ......" not a moment's effort, a painting appeared in front of the eyes, looking at the painting, the frustration of the mood has long been thrown into the sky! The first thing I'd like to do is to get my hands on a new one, and then I'd like to get a new one.
I remember once, I learned to ride a bicycle, "pop", "ah -", I fell down again. What a shame, I have fallen several times, and the result is still not learned.
Back home, pick up the paintbrush,, "Huh? This daffodil is so difficult to draw ah! Hmph, I don't believe this evil, I still can't draw a daffodil!" I carefully observed the daffodils, brush strokes snake, can be said to be "skillful" ah! I couldn't help but boast! Well, if I can't handle a daffodil, I can't even ride a bicycle. After a lot of trouble, the bike was finally conquered by me! Magic 3: Many uses. Once, I saw my little world - the bedroom wall is bare, not good at all.
I suddenly thought, why not draw some cartoon characters to dress up the bedroom? I'll just draw a few paintings and put them up. What do you want to draw? Draw a robot cat, and then draw a Mickey Mouse, draw a cherry pills, yes, and then draw some grass, small flowers as a background! Painted, colored, cut out, and finally pasted on the wall.
"Wow, it's beautiful!" Everyone who comes to my house as a guest will praise two sentences. Painting is really great, not only can cultivate people's sentiment.
It can also exercise one's imagination! I like painting, painting is my motivation to study, in the future I will work harder to be a little painter! Please agree.
3. The picture in my heart essayCleaner Whenever I wear the sunrise, breathing fresh air, walking on the road to school, I will think: Who is it for us to create such a good urban environment? Whenever I see the roadside small trees moisturizing smile, I will think: who watered the thirsty small trees? Whenever I see a clean road, I will think: and who cleaned them up? It's them: the hard-working ---- cleaners.
The cleaners are the first to come out to work, every day before dawn, they go out of the house, working in their positions. Day after day, year after year to repeat the same work, there is no novelty, there is no ***, but they quietly repeated every day, always so serious, so meticulous.
Summer, the sun is hot, the weather is very hot, but the cleaners are still so early to come to the neighborhood and the road, see them one by one sweating, the clean city is their sweat with hard work in exchange. With such a clean and tidy city, how can I not be grateful to the cleaners? Clean, clean city is a picture, cleaner labor scene is a beautiful picture!
In the fall, the leaves are all over the ground, windy and dry, is a leaf fall up endless season, the cleaners every day almost non-stop over and over again waving a big broom, clatter, clatter, clatter, clatter, clatter, clatter, clatter, clatter, clatter, clatter, clatter, clatter, clatter, clatter, clatter, clatter, clatter. Seeing this scene I was very moved, living in a clean neighborhood, walking on a clean road, how can we not thank them? Fallen leaves, cleaners, broom is my heart a most beautiful picture!
In winter, the cold wind, they still come early to the neighborhood and the road, no matter how bad the weather, they are as serious as dry. Although the weather is very cold, I saw their faces are tired of sweat, in the cold wind bubbling hot, although the hands are frozen like ice sticks, but their hearts are as hot as fire. How can this not move me? Cleaners that beautiful heart is a most beautiful picture in my heart!
In the spring, they sweep the snow, sweeping away the winter accumulation of dirt, to the grass, small trees cleaned the new room, the grass sent out buds, trees grow new branches, swallows singing the spring song from the south flew back in the spring breeze, the grass also sang, the trees also sang. They sing the song of thanks to the cleaner, grow and grow! They grew into big trees. Cleaner, grass, trees, swallows and spring breeze is a most beautiful picture in my heart.
I want to praise them - cleaners! They work hard, selfless dedication, silence, in exchange for the beauty of the city, clean. Cleaners sweeping the scene, is a beautiful landscape in the city, is my heart a most beautiful picture!
4. my painting composition[my painting composition] I painted a beautiful painting, my painting composition. After I finished my drawing, I showed it to my mom and dad and they both said it was very good . I'll let you see my painting: autumn is here, a red, yellow leaves fall from the trees. The tree cried and said: \"I have lost many, many babies, oooh.
\"Little red flowers said to the big tree:" big tree grandfather, you do not cry! Next year, your branches will still grow a lot of tender green baby. \Grandpa said, "Really?" Little Saffron said, "Really!" At this time, a little bird flew from one side, the dog father and the dog baby came from the other side, the dog father said to the bird, "Good friend, do you still remember me?" The birdie said, "Yes!" The naughty puppy said loudly from behind, "Daddy wait for me!" The puppy's barking startled the sun public in the sky, the sun public grinned a big mouth with only one tooth left, squinting smile curved eyes, elementary school fourth grade essay "my painting essay". There were a few white clouds in the sky, and behind the clouds there seemed to be some big mountains, and on top of the mountains there were a lot of grass and colorful flowers. This painting is so beautiful . My painting composition 300 words essay for elementary school students (/).
5. I like to draw and paint Write a compositionI have many hobbies, such as reading, writing, singing, painting ...... Among them, my favorite is still painting.
Because, drawing can bring me fun and can also use my imagination. When I was 6 years old, my mother sent me to the Children's Palace to learn painting, although my painting is not very good, but my mother liked the paintings I drew, and put them all on the wall, which gave me a great encouragement, so that I am more sure that I really like painting! Whenever I was in art class, I got excited and started to use my imagination on paper.
That time, the teacher asked us to copy Xu Beihong's horse, I copied it, I imagine, to the horse added a pair of wings, but also in the horse hooves below the addition of a few clouds, the horse sitting on the back of a little girl, that is me. The more I look at the more interesting, the more perfect, I joyfully took my work to the teacher to approve, but the results were the teacher hit a "to pass", but also scolded me: "Is there such a horse in the world? This is a famous person's drawing, how can you just change it! Redraw it!" I had no choice but to redraw another one.
But this setback did not discourage me, but made me love drawing more. Now I'm in the 6th grade, and my time for drawing has decreased, but my love for drawing hasn't changed, and I can't help but pick up the brush and draw again whenever I admire my previous work.
I also customized a drawing book to use as an art book. Inside, I drew a lot of my favorite cartoon characters.
Such as: Goofy, Bugs Bunny, Mickey Mouse, Donald Duck, Nezha and so on. I will also take a little time out of my busy schedule to take out the color pencils and drawing paper that my mother bought me before to doodle.
The other day, the students have entered the intense revision stage, class and class are constantly reviewing their homework, but I, as soon as the class on the painting, in order to not let themselves too nervous, too tired, so as not to affect the next lesson of the listening effect. Painting, not only enriches my life, add a little color to my life, but also cultivate my body and mind, it is really two birds with one stone, I like painting more and more.
6. With "painting" as the theme, write a weekly journalEveryone must have a hobby, some love dancing, some love singing, and some hobby sports.
And I'm an ordinary little girl who loves to paint. My hobby originated when I first went to kindergarten.
One day, my mom suddenly sent me to kindergarten. I went to the kindergarten for the first time and realized that there were endless toys inside, and I was immersed in the sea of toys every day.
One day after school, my mom came to pick me up, and I pointed to the toy bear and said, "I want to take it home." Mom kindly said: "No, that's the kindergarten, on the way home mom to buy you a box of colored pencils and a drawing book for you, you draw the bear yourself."
Since then, I no longer want toys, every day in the painting of the sea soaring. First I drew a bird, after the painting I found that my parents laughed, and then look at their own painting of the bird, the head is small, the body is big, simply a "four".
Later, I was not afraid of other people's jokes, every day painting, our home wall have my work.
These are the first time I've ever seen a picture of a woman in a house, and I've never seen one.
But there is no time to squeeze out time to paint. Now, I enrolled in a painting class, gradually from children's painting to color pencil drawing to sketching.
I have become more and more fond of drawing, and have even reached the realm of obsession. One time, I secretly drew with a flashlight under the quilt at night, and fell asleep while I was drawing.
I feel that my life is colorful because I have painting with me.
7. Look at the picture to write an essay (300 words)Mom's love Love Love is like the warm wind in spring, blowing your heart; mother's love is like a gentle rain, gently patting your face, moisturizing your heart; mother's love is like a winter stove, giving you in the winter to create a warm heart of the sun.
I remember when I was little, one winter, the weather was very cold. The first time I saw this was when I was a kid, and it was a very cold day.
But my mom wouldn't let me go out to play and told me to stay at home for fear of freezing and catching a cold. But disobedient I took the time when my mother was busy to sneak out, as a result, to the early hours of the night, I started a high fever, my mother was terrified, you said that my father is not there, only I and my mother two people, but also met such a thing, what to do? Mom immediately rushed to the hospital with me in her arms.
The road was dark, I was scared and shouted mom, mom said: "Lulu, don't be afraid, lying on mom's back, it's here."
To the hospital's emergency room, see the doctor, the doctor gave me a temperature, a look, a high fever of 41 degrees Celsius, the doctor said to my mother: "How is this mother when you? The doctor said to my mother, "What kind of mother are you? Why did you bring my child here only after he was so feverish? He must be hospitalized. Hurry up and do the hospitalization procedure!" Mom just said quietly, "Uh-huh."
But there are times when a mother's love is harsh, and in my studies, my mom never relaxed. It was in the first semester of fifth grade when I scored 76 points on my English test.
When I was apprehensive to hand over the paper to my mother, she saw the score, not a word with me, a person went to the bedroom, "squeak -" a sound, closed the door. I really can't help it, went into the bedroom, stood in front of my mom crying and said: "Mom, you hit me! You hit me! It is I disobeyed, I will study well in the future."
Mom said with tears in her eyes: "Lulu, mom does not hit you, but you have to remember, in the future you want to excel, do a contribution to the country, you must be down-to-earth, one step at a time, from now on, study hard! Mother's love is the greatest kind of love. Children are the mother with their own love watering flowers and plants, children's growth is inseparable from the mother's every drop of love.
Mother, a lifetime of children escort, silent behind the children for children to guide the direction. The mother's love for us is what we can repay? As: "Who said inch grass heart, to get three spring sunshine."
Great Mother's Love As the saying goes, "The thread in the hands of a loving mother, the clothes on the body of a wandering child ------" Mother's love is great. From the moment you were born, God sent you an angel who will always be by your side, her name is mom.
When I was in first grade, my father worked in the field, and my mother worked as a classroom teacher in a middle school, and she was busy at work and often came home late. But her love for me did not diminish at all.
I remember that it was a night when the sky fell "silver beans", I was at home to recuperate because of a cold. Mom was still in the classroom to the students, but at this time, I suddenly started a high fever, forehead hot.
And mom also happened to drag the tired body back home, saw me start a high fever, and rushed to carry me to the outside, the street, a pedestrian is not, a car is not, only mom's thin figure in the rain shuttle. A cold wind blew, I sneezed, mom seemed to notice something.
She took me in her arms and wrapped me in her furry coat. Then, sprinting again, she headed for the hospital.
When we got to the hospital, my mom didn't even take a breath, so she carried me to register, get a shot, and get an infusion. When the injection, I have been crying, so my mother took my hand, leaned over my ear and whispered to me, "Good daughter, don't cry, mom will always be by your side."
At that time, listening to these words, my body seemed to be filled with strength all of a sudden. When I was losing fluids, my mom was by my side day and night.
I was hungry, she fed me, I wanted to sleep, she told me stories. I had a **** infusion for two days and two nights, and my mom stayed with me for two days and two nights.
I got well and gained weight, but my mom's eyes were red with dark circles and she lost a lot of weight. I will definitely study hard in the future to repay my mom with excellent grades.
Father's love is like a mountain My father looks like a dull person, he usually do not smile, serious and scary, in my memory, he seems to have not hugged me, did not give me a word of warmth, for a long time, I thought that my father did not like me at all, and every time I saw him, I was a little inexplicable "fear". I thought my father didn't like me at all, and every time I saw him, I was somehow "afraid". Perhaps seeing the rawness of our father-son relationship, mom told me a few things, opened the floodgates of my memory.
Mom told me, when I was born, mom in the operating room, dad anxiously waiting outside the door, but also kept walking around, when the news that the mother and child are safe, he jumped up and down, and rushed to buy some sweets and melon seeds sent to see everyone. Dad couldn't control his feelings, and I don't know how many times he walked down the hallway and let the tears of happiness flow.
And when I was six or seven years old, in a night, mom on the night shift, dad took me to play in the stadium has just been built, when the lights on the square has not been installed, but to fitness people are very much, I went to the side of the stadium as a stringed arrow rushed into the sea of people, dad shouted at the back of me, I pretend not to hear for fear of him to restrict my freedom. When I played to my heart's content for a while, only to find that my father is not by my side, all of a sudden I felt a little afraid, knowing that the trouble has broken into a big, but also worried about bad people, I do not dare to call out to my father, I forced the fear of groping to run back home, to the home, my father has not come back, and I know that my father must be looking for me in all directions, I would sit in a dark corner of the building hole.
I don't know how much time has passed, only to see my father limping with his shoes, full of anxiety, I thought: this time the grumpy father will certainly beat me severely. Dad saw me, but gently picked me up, said to me in a hoarse voice: "in the future to go out to play, do not run so fast, adults shouting at you, you have to say yes immediately, got it?" I nodded, my father put me down when I realized that my father's feet flowed a lot of blood, I know in order to find me, my father dragged an injured leg do not know how many roads, but also wear out the feet.
Now that I think about it, I realize that my father also loves me y, but he buried his love in the bottom of his heart. The first thing I've learned is that my father's love for me is so strong that I've grown up with it.
Father's love is like a mountain A long time ago, I wanted to write an article for my father, but I didn't get around to it.
8. I learned a painting essay 400 words numberI have many hobbies, as if the golden sandy beach colorful shells, in which I picked up a red shell contained is my favorite hobby - painting.
In the hour, I like painting very much. Also enrolled in several art classes. In school, often once the class took out the white paper to, chattering in the top of the painting up. When I was a child, I thought that my painting was good enough, but when I grew up, I took a look at it, and it really made people laugh. Drawing is the nose is not the mouth, simply a "clown". I didn't lose confidence in drawing because of this. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do that, but I think I'm going to be able to do that because of my age!
My drawing has improved dramatically since I was a kid! In these days, I have time to draw there, but also learned a lot about art knowledge.
I remember once, I was in the art class, the teacher told us to draw a circle, I spent half a day, how can not draw. This is a lot of students have painted well, so I was anxious, the teacher looked at the teacher came to me and asked me: what is wrong, in this tantrum? I asked the teacher: "How do you draw a circle so well?" "If you draw with your hands more often, you will achieve something." The teacher said.
Listen to the teacher's words, I calmed down, and sure enough, I less than a moment to a good circle, I hurriedly put my "works" to the teacher to see, the teacher looked at, said to me: "Drawing is not to be impatient, you must take your time." I nodded to the teacher.
The future of painting is a kind of "leisure entertainment" "Yo - homework is finished -" I I was happy to jump, took out a piece of white paper to draw, mom said: "Today! Let you watch TV for a while." This is my dream has been begging for three words "watch TV", but I quickly said: "Drawing is good -" ... ...
I love painting, because painting can make people happy, this love this extraordinary is also beautiful.
9. Picture in the heart essay 200With the sound of waves in my ears, I struggled to open my eyes and saw a sight I can never forget in my life.
Between the deep sea and the murky sky, a golden, straight needle, shot straight out, pierced my eyes, pierced the softness of my heart that had long been hidden by the busy things, straight through the ones that weighed me down, expectations?
Perhaps these teachers, parents give me these sacred expectations, in a long time ago has unconsciously turned into despair.
In the vastness of the sea and the vastness of the sky under the pressure of the mighty, that a small beam of gold in the struggle, struggle to reveal their own splendor and wonderful!
It was dawn!
I looked up sharply and realized that in front of me, the desk was still the same desk, the homework was still the same homework, and the traces of fountain pens on the books had dried up. And me, or that me?
As if those old gorgeous buildings in my world collapsed at this moment, leaving behind a boundless lightness!
As usual, I picked up my backpack, facing the morning light that broke through the sea of clouds, and walked forward.
Oh I spent ten minutes writing, it should be okay. The first is the heart of the picture, the golden light is the morning sun, the result of the dawn, sleep, wake up, can not forget the picture, only left in the subtle change in the "I", hehehe, very meaningful it, slowly taste yo.
10. I like a painting essayThe painting hanging on the wall of my dining room is different, it is three-dimensional, convex and concave is very obvious, the picture shows a Scandinavian style family yard, the yard is surrounded by green mountains and green water, the sky is blue, the water is clear, the garden is quiet, so people feel that everything is so harmonious, natural! On the left side of the painting, is an old tree, some mottled bark, thick trunk, above the nail has a master specially made bird's nest, the tree's branches and leaves are very lush, but also bloomed with yellowish flowers it! Below the tree were two wide chairs, a bench and a coffee table, all made of logs, with yellow chrysanthemums in a vase, a few red strawberries in a fruit bowl, a blue, soft silk scarf, casually resting on the bench, and a wide-brimmed, very fine lady's white hat hanging on the arm of the chair. I seemed to see what a delight a young girl, in her graceful dress, had in coming into this natural environment! She breathed freely! She runs wildly to her heart's content! On the right side of the painting, there is a street lamp standing in the grass, its lampshade is very special, is a cylindrical, the light from the square holes cut around the leakage, it seems softer, quiet, in the center of the courtyard there is a well, the well around the red bricks made into a circle, the top of the well is also used to build a triangular roof, vaguely visible beams tied to the wheel rope used to fetch water. The whole yard is sunken, it is relatively independent, around the yard, is half open like a short wall, painted white, looks more neat, the exit of the yard has a few small steps, climb the steps, you can see the yard outside a piece of green hills, a pool of green water. I love this picture, never get tired of looking at it, and that's where I long for the most.