Significance of painting prose: I like painting. I am a child who likes painting. No matter how old you are in front of painting, you can only call yourself a child. Because painting is what I really like, just like many years ago, many people simply liked the girls in the next class and simply loved painting. Being able to draw is a happy thing. Find a quiet place: a drawing board, some white paper and some pens; It can be a deep forest or an endless wheat field; It can be a quiet corner of the studio or a sunny balcony. I can draw in my head while holding the picture, standing, lying down and closing my eyes. Simple and quiet.
I like painting landscapes and illustrations. After seeing the scenery, you can talk about the little things around you with your friends, and talk about the scenery and the road you have traveled with your friends in a way you like. The love of illustration lies in its unpredictability, various styles can be mixed and matched at will, with strong expressive force, more ability to express one's own ideas and more freedom. Recently, I have seen many strange but profound illustrations and found that I like them more and more. I sometimes dream of being a free and leisure illustrator. Like Zhang, I paint my favorite pictures, go to my favorite places, do my favorite things and love the people I like.
The significance of painting prose: the most beautiful picture has been around for a long time, and one picture has been lingering in front of my eyes. It is so enviable and unforgettable. It's on the bus. The bus arrives at the station. Getting ready to get off is an old couple. As soon as the door opened, the old man stepped forward and gently held down the old woman. I saw that the old woman was old, her back was hunched and her legs were not good, but her husband's face was smiling. She is still like April, smiling in her ear after getting off the bus. I don't know why I followed them for a long time with my eyes. Their love is really enviable. Being able to spend decades of ups and downs with your lover is happiness. How comforting it is for your lover to treat himself like this when he is old! There are many scenery on the street, and there are also many handsome guys and beautiful women. Only the old couple let me watch it for a long time. I think it's not so much envy as touching my inner desire!
In fact, we are all willing to love each other for a long time, but few really come to an end. Therefore, it shows that marriage after 50 years is precious, especially in today's materialistic society. Those young people who flash marriage simply regard marriage as a child's play. Today's marriage will be a stranger tomorrow, and the sweet words and sweet words at the wedding seem to be teaching others. Anyway, I am moved to tears every time, thinking that I will be kind and loving when I get home, and I will be considerate of each other all my life.
Really, I think we should all cherish our existing feelings and care for the happiness around us. I don't know how happy people who remarry are, but I know that people who have experienced decades of storms will have a grateful heart for each other and will be grateful for their love for me, a poor person, for decades. On the long road of life, we chose each other and actually gave up a more perfect person than him or her. This is the truth that no one is perfect. We should tolerate and cherish each other. As men, we should work hard to support our families, while as women, we can bear his wealth and poverty, just like the earth under our feet.
In the sunset, this photo of the old man walking hand in hand may be dismissed by others, but it is the most beautiful photo for me. ...
The significance of painting prose: the progress of life has a picture to follow; Cartography is an achievement with scientific significance, far from the randomness of thought, and deeply imprinted with the memory of civilization. There are rules for going out of the balcony in the building; Outside the garden with columns on the square platform, the tiles are full of mysterious waves, and the smell of smoke lingers to see carbon drops, saying that it is pine smoke falling; Rosin jade glass pendant, purple mountain gold is lit, and it is also a love jade pendant. Zhonglian China is still in love, and Yu Xin is an international standard sound; I also thought about the friendship between the British people. I am also looking forward to the airport in the distance, and the sound of planes whistling into the sky; The thatched cottage should have autumn scenery, and the tall buildings should be above the ground. Think of the clothes and scenery of the building.
I am a young man who has studied mechanical drawing. Mechanical drawing and urban architectural drawing have the same academic background. Arts and sciences in the world, purple and gold stars in the sky; There is little vegetation and Yuan Ye background in mechanical drawing of building bridges. In the world of right-angle T-shaped rulers, triangular plates and circular rulers, or compasses and erasers, a dark green pencil of soft and hard wood in the Temple of Heaven stirs the ocean of homesickness, industrial thought and industrial thinking process. In the field of three-dimensional ideology, the plane represents the life known by industry.
Painting is thorough; Clean and tidy, one plane, left and right view; Three mountains open the sun and the moon, and heaven and earth view Xiang Lian; The so-called three views, three views. Can look back at three-dimensional mechanical parts; See through the space hidden in machinery, such as hidden screw holes, cylinder space burned by internal combustion engine. Homesickness occupies space at the bridge head, and the moon rises to realize the water culvert of the bridge; The water crossing the bridge should be homesick, so it is a row of continuous solid lines and a small straight line, which is a fleet; It's time to bend over.
In the early morning sun, the east rises early, and the silhouette of grass trees on the horizon moves far away; In the distant background of clouds and waves, beautiful scenery is set off, and it is also a picture of life in my mind.
Autumn fragrance of dried grass, missing warmth in smoke recently; Evaporation of ground wave gas.
You can meditate on the casting mold and think about the size of the machine tool activity process; Both the world and China are affected by the smoothness and resistance of cm and mm sides. Thought embodies the beauty of international standards; The diesel locomotive of ideas entered China, and the railway of China passed through foreign countries. Cigarettes wander in the sky, and the blue sky is full of white clouds and colorful clouds.
I remember that the free encyclopedia said: the refill of a pencil is made of graphite. Pencils have models; Generally, "H" means hard pencil, "B" means soft pencil, "HB" means pencil with moderate hardness, and "F" means pencil with hardness between HB and H. The larger the number before the letter, the harder or softer it is. Special pencils include glass pencils, color-changing pencils, charcoal pencils, blueprint pencils, watercolor pencils and pastel pencils. They have their own special uses. "HB" means a pencil with moderate hardness, and "F" means a pencil with hardness between HB and H.
Pen is a proud experience of ideological harvest; After thousands of years of thinking, you can write articles to warm your life; An experience of industrial thinking, a beautiful industrial prospect; A memory of a square can outline the ideas of industry, draw an article, paint and calligraphy mountains and grasslands, and beautiful houses and pavilions; It can also be paper clothes and pants with sizes and meters; The proportion of days.
Calligraphy and painting are proud of their life thoughts; Preface to Lanting is proud of a life. I once again thought of Mr. Qi Baishi's shrimp, small and lively; Outside the vertical square inch, ideological talents flow horizontally; I also know that the grass in the bamboo forest is dark, the firewood is small and the clothes are breezy, and the picture is delicate. The house is far from the beauty of the clouds in the sky.
Drawing machinery on paper embodies the beauty made by human beings; Beyond the achievements of natural scenery, the beautiful display of natural thought achievements should be restrained.
Let us bid farewell to the thoughts and feelings of nature and reflect the progress of human development in a regular way; Clear right angles and rounded corners; Plan a sentimental life.
I am thinking about the beauty of mechanical drawing outside Cao Ye's ideological world; Thought embodies the civilization of industry. In the territory of industrial civilization, the rocks in Huai Tian are sunny, and the right-angled rectangle is round and sunny; Outside the window is the breeze of grass and trees.
City; Thinking about the footsteps of society in the cultural field.
The significance of painting prose: I only hold the pen of calligraphy and painting all my life, and I have mountains and rivers in my heart, writing blueprints and images, all in painting. I'm crazy about painting and calligraphy, and I'm not afraid of stupidity. I've been addicted to it all my life.
The emotion in the pen falls vividly on the rice paper. An event or a person jumps from the paper in an instant under the painter's pen, previewing the mountains and rivers of the motherland and watching the painter write a great freehand brushwork. A beautiful scenery is surprised in a dream, the withered Kun at the end of the pen, and the magical power at the end of the pen. When I was a child, I lived in the countryside and my family was very poor. The villagers said that there was an educated youth in the city, and I often went to his house to play because I was curious. His house is different from the villagers, clean and tidy, with books and a lot of paper and ink. At that time, I was young and didn't understand the purpose of paper, so I asked: What is this? What can it do? This is rice paper. You can draw! What is painting? After that, he took a piece of paper and drew a child who can't do kung fu like me in front of me. Actually, it's me. I am surprised that I can draw the same person in the mirror with a pen. That's great. It was also from that day that I became fascinated with painting.
The educated youth's family is surrounded by walls, and the villagers hardly deal with him, saying that he is a rich man and will leave the village one day. My mother doesn't allow me to go to his house either, but I like the pen in his hand. I just don't understand how he can draw me in an instant. Curious, I still secretly go to his house to play every day. That day, he said to me: I know your name is Xiaolong, so you can call me Uncle Li from now on. Thank you for coming to my house often and bringing happiness to my lonely life. You are welcome to come here often. My uncle's life is different from ours. He likes to add some small green leaves to the water when drinking water. He said it was called tea, which was used to nourish the heart and strengthen the body. Besides, he reads books and plays at his house every day. I also like reading his books, but I can't understand them. I only read the patterns in books. My uncle will also teach me a few words and read me some poems.
The spring breeze is warm and the flowers are overflowing. When I went to my uncle's house, I saw him drawing. I like it and keep it in mind. After a while, I left. I used a small stone in the corner of the house to learn the patterns drawn by my uncle. I drew it again and again, but I still can't draw it well after many times. Suddenly I heard my uncle shout: Xiaolong, what are you doing? I was so scared that I quickly hid the small stone behind my back and kept wiping off the patterns I drew with my feet, but my uncle still saw it. He said, Xiaolong, do you like painting? I said: I don't know, just curious, I really want to try it myself. Then come to my house tomorrow and I'll teach you. I will often secretly go to my uncle's house to study in the future.
Three years later, I was in the second grade of primary school. I came home from school that day and saw my uncle at my door. I was surprised and asked, uncle, what's the matter? Uncle said, Xiaolong, there are new rules. I can go back to the city. I can go back to my favorite place. I can also paint. I have to go. I cried when I heard my uncle leave. Uncle, don't go. Who will teach me to draw while you are gone? I won't do it. I won't do it. Uncle said: Xiaolong, I can see that you like painting, and you have a great talent for painting. That's good. I loved painting since I was a child, and I didn't give up painting when I came to the countryside, so Xiaolong, you are a rare good boy. I'm leaving. I'll give you some of my painting books and a lot of materials. I hope you study hard and don't lose your hobbies, remember? I nodded painfully: uncle, I remember, I won't stop painting.
The family is poor, and parents are happy as long as they see that their children are not sick or suffering. They don't know that I like painting, maybe because I was born perfect. I like painting whenever I see something, and my family doesn't know that I am so obsessed. In the fifth grade of primary school, physical education class thought it didn't matter that he was a minor subject that day, so he drew a corner of our campus in the classroom. I don't know. The teacher found that one person was missing. I went to the classroom to look for it and saw that I was drawing. I picked up a bamboo pole and followed it. It hurt me at that time: "Ah! A scream, the pain didn't come for days.
Time flies and my dream is hard to come true. I have arrived in high school, and my parents know that I like painting. Once my mother was very angry and said to me: My son! My mother is a farmer, and I don't know what a painting is. Do you think it is edible or drinkable? Why are you obsessed with this? What's the point of learning to draw? Being a mother has no other luxury. I just hope you study hard and get into college. Your father and I can't read. How do you know that we can't read, which is the suffering of farmers? Son, I just want you to study hard and live in the city from the countryside. You are no longer trapped in the countryside like your father and I, and your mother will be happy even if she dies.
My parents worked hard to provide me with education, and I didn't disappoint my parents. After several years of hard work, I was finally admitted to the university. However, my heart is not studying, I always think about painting. I have to save my living expenses to buy drawing paper. Everyone else in the canteen served a dish and I bought half of it. At that time, I was young and healthy, and I was often hungry. Plus I often draw in the middle of the night, and finally I fainted. The school informed my parents to come to see me, and my parents were distressed to see me sallow and emaciated! Mother burst into tears and said, Dragon, do you like painting so much? Are you willing to die for painting? You see, you see, your father and I both earn money by farming and collecting junk for your school. No matter how hard it is in our family, my mother has never paid you less for living expenses. Dragon, it was your mother who blocked your hobby and forced you to go to college. Now that you are older, you can draw if you want, as long as it doesn't affect your study! As long as you live healthily, your mother will be relieved.
Several years passed and I graduated. I am crazy about painting, and I hope to visit Mr. Wei, a famous painter, and learn from him. Under the guidance of the teacher, I learned the formal meticulous painting and freehand brushwork. As the name implies, meticulous brushwork has a long history. It started from the Warring States to the Song Dynasty and prevailed in the Tang Dynasty. I am familiar with the brushwork and materials. Generally, the basic graphics are outlined with a wolf's brush, and then vivid pictures are displayed in front of you with a dye pen.
Different from freehand brushwork, freehand brushwork means that the pen comes at will, and the pen breaks the meaning and the meaning breaks the spirit. Painters can draw their own intentions and express their pictures with pen and ink. Painters used large and medium-sized pens to describe the blueprint in their hearts on the living propaganda, and began to flow freely. Mo Yun was full of dreams. As the old saying goes, there are paintings in books and poems in paintings, which is the essence of freehand brushwork.
In the process of studying hard, I chose Southern Landscape Painting School and Huzhou Painting School. Southern landscape painting school is a kind of landscape painting method that pursues simplicity and innocence and depicts nature simply and truly. In the south, the mountains and rivers are beautiful, endless, green grass and vast rivers. Since ancient times, it has been a good place for painters to sketch and paint. The southern landscape painting is mainly based on Wen Ya's brush strokes, while the brush strokes of mountains and rivers and trees are mainly light ink and wet ink.
Huzhou painting school is dominated by bamboo painting, among which Xiao Yue in Tang Dynasty and Ding Qian in Five Dynasties are the most famous. Bamboo is one of the four gentlemen of Mei Lan, Zhu Ju, because it is illusory and full of vitality. Therefore, scholars have always preferred bamboo, and painters love ink bamboo paintings. Su Shi is one of the people who love bamboo. His poem: "You can't live without meat and bamboo. No meat makes people thin, no bamboo makes people vulgar. People are thin and fat, and vulgar people are hopeless. He is a representative figure of Huzhou bamboo school painting, and he is also known as the four bamboo schools with Wu Changshuo.
Calligraphy and painting are a family, and analogy bypasses it. Soon after, I learned calligraphy from my teacher. Because of my efforts, everything has paid off. After a few years, my calligraphy quickly emerged in the calligraphy field and won the first place in the national calligraphy competition. At that time, I only knew my happiness, not to win prizes, but that my works were recognized by people who really knew calligraphy. When I got home, I cried alone with the trophy.
Addicted to calligraphy and painting, time flies by. I am addicted to the creation of calligraphy and painting, traveling around the mountains and watching the water, sketching everywhere, watching ancient calligraphy and painting, melting my thoughts and drawing my own style. Learn ancient calligraphy and create my own style. I am good at cursive script, and I also like cursive script. It is magnificent and unpredictable, like a dragon flying in clouds, like winter snow flying all over the sky. Cursive script, my favorite.
Who knows the anguish in my heart? Who knows that I have been infatuated all my life? Now in his forties, he is a little famous in calligraphy and painting, but he does not pursue fame, let alone profit. Just for the dream in my heart, write down my life with a pen. As long as I draw and write, I will forget the time and immerse myself in creation all day. As long as I paint, I will forget the boring and boring life. Maybe I will be unknown all my life, maybe I will be dull all my life, maybe I will be destitute all my life, but this is my choice and I am willing to accept it. I am willing to paint my dreams all my life, and I am willing to devote myself to painting and calligraphy.
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