I have been fond of drawing since kindergarten. In kindergarten, the teacher taught us crayon drawing. At that time, I was attracted by colorful colors. I like painting very much. Come home from school and take out a brush painting. Even if you go out to play, you should bring a small drawing board. Seeing that I like painting so much, my mother signed me up for an art interest class.

The art teacher in the interest class teaches us watercolor painting, and the learning difficulty is getting deeper and deeper. Once, the art teacher assigned an assignment, which was watercolor painting. That homework is too difficult. When I finished my homework at home, I used strokes, but I couldn't draw them. After a long time, I still can't draw it. I finally got impatient and threw my pen on the table. "pa!" The pen fell off the table. At this time, I alarmed my mother who was reading in the living room. My mother came over and asked, "What's the matter, son?" I said angrily, "Hum! I will never learn to draw again! Damn it! Painting is not good at all. Painting is a waste of paper! " Hearing this, the mother's kind face immediately turned into a serious face and said, "son, you can't do this!" Painting is not a waste of paper. What you just said is all wet. Painting is your favorite project. Now I have to give up because of a little difficulty, and I can't do the rest well. No matter what you do, you can't give up easily. He must be patient and persistent, and he can do everything well! " After listening to my mother's words, my face immediately turned red and I felt ashamed. I thought to myself: actually, my mother is right. Well, anything can be done well as long as you are patient. So, I continued to draw. After a while, I finally drew it! When my homework was handed in, the art teacher praised my homework and I smiled happily.

Because I usually finish my art homework well, my teacher helped me to sign up for the second fairy tale festival painting and calligraphy competition in Zhenjiang in 2005. The teacher gave me an www.99zuowen.com, because I believe I can draw well, so I practice drawing harder. I didn't go out to play on Sunday holidays, so I practiced painting various works at home one by one. My hands kept shaking when I grabbed something, and my mother couldn't bear it. She told me to rest and said, "As long as you work hard, winning the prize is important!" " But I said to myself, "I must win the prize, and I can't lose face to the art teacher who believes in me." I kept drawing over and over again, drawing countless pieces of paper, and finally drew the ideal effect. The previous disappointment and sadness were swept away, leaving a great sense of accomplishment. Finally, I won the second prize in that competition.

Painting not only enriches my life, adds a little color to my life, but also edifies my body and mind. This is killing two birds with one stone. I like drawing more and more!