Park, an artificial lake by the side of the road, there is a pair of tottering old people, helping each other. The old man looks like his legs are irregular, his legs are a little dragged, and the old woman is very thin. She almost propped up the old man with her whole body, walking on the cobblestone path by the lake in only socks and shoes, and every step seemed to be struggling. Go like this every morning.
The wind caressed their white hair, and the morning glow was printed on their faces. They walked hard, serene and serious ... How many years have passed, and this picture has been lingering in my mind. There was a time when my health was not the best. I went to the park early in order to let the fresh air in the morning give me oxygen. Others wave their arms and legs and twist their hips. I always like to find a quiet place to sit down, slowly bring breakfast to my stomach, and then go out of the park and get into work.
Opposite the cave where I sit is a modest artificial lake. A cobblestone path winds around the whole artificial lake, and people come and go. An old couple shows up here every day.
Their behavior is a little different from others. They only wear socks, not shoes. Later, I heard that this was done to make the cobblestones in scraggy play a role in promoting blood circulation and removing blood stasis at the acupoints on the feet.
I see this old couple every day. They came early. When I arrived, they had already left there. They walk very slowly. The old man trembled for a long time at every step, making it difficult to take the next step. The old woman straightened his thin body and tried to support the old man. They walked silently, moving more accurately than walking.
Because every time I finish my breakfast, they never leave my sight. I think they will cause many associations. I think that old gentleman may have been a soldier when he was young, and he used to be all-powerful on the battlefield. Maybe he is a scholar, standing on the sacred platform to impart knowledge to students. Maybe he is a worker, dedicating himself to an ordinary post. But no matter what he is, he must be a good husband. He used his life's energy to get his wife's support, and he has no regrets.
I think that old woman must have been a beautiful girl when she was young, and she also had her own dreams. Maybe she is a strong woman who has gone through ups and downs to get here today. Maybe she is a good wife and a good mother, and she has accomplished her mission conscientiously. Today, she helped the old gentleman without regrets and wanted to finish the last step of their lives. I wonder if she still has dreams. I sometimes have an impulse to help her, but I am afraid of destroying their harmony. Sometimes I am curious and want to ask something that puzzles me. But I'm afraid to disturb their peace.
In the end, I did nothing but watch them quietly every day, watch them move slowly and watch them appear on that road every day. Looking at them at the beginning gave birth to many associations.
Now, when I recall the indelible picture of that morning, I feel a faint sadness ... people will always get old.
2. Composition topic: "A painting in my heart"-for example, writing an unforgettable painting, such as "Ding Ling Ling", when the bell rang, I rushed out of the classroom with my bag on my back and went straight to the station. At this time, there is only one thought in my heart: going home.
I bought a ticket in a hurry and got on the orange bus in three steps. Fortunately, I was the first to get on the bus, so I found a good seat; But it's not good at the same time, because I can't be the only one in this car, so I'm waiting for someone who gets on slowly. "Shit, it's no use getting on the bus first!" I cursed in my mind. Just when I was sulking, the car gradually filled with people. At this time, a female classmate in a red school uniform sat next to me. She is tall and should look one or two years older than me. I gave her a contemptuous look and turned my head out of the window. I really didn't like anyone when I was bored.
The bus finally started and began to count down the time to go home. More than an hour, I don't know how long and how hard it is. I was very annoyed and twisted uneasily, and met her from time to time. But she didn't mind, but moved to the aisle. So I'm embarrassed. Before long, she took out a magazine from her backpack and read it.
The time to go home is getting shorter and shorter, but my heart is getting more and more agitated. I looked out of the window for a while, and then I glanced at the people in the car. She noticed my behavior and still leafed through her magazine quietly. Inadvertently, I glanced at her magazine and immediately caught my eye, but I was afraid to open it. I just pretended to sit up, coughed twice and read it out of the corner of my eye. Just as I was watching with relish, she seemed to notice something and turned to look at me. Ah! What shall we do? She knows I read her magazine, and I'm a little distracted. What an embarrassing scene. After a while, after the embarrassing scene disappeared, she sat up straight, moved the magazine to my side, and then looked at me again. I coughed twice as if nothing had happened and my eyes wandered inside and outside the car. When she read the magazine again, I turned my eyes back to it. From then on, she looked at me out of the corner of her eye after reading every page. When she saw me casually pretending to look around, she turned over another page, and then I repeated the previous action, but my heart was inexplicably moved. I kept repeating that action until I finished reading the magazine.
How time flies! The bus has arrived. She left before she could say thank you. We didn't say a word during this period, but I still can't forget her magazine and the scene where she looked at me out of the corner of her eye when turning over the magazine. Although I don't know what a magazine is or her name, I can't even remember her face. But she was engraved in my heart and became an indelible mark.
3. An Unforgettable Painting Composition Last summer, I painted Chinese paintings with brush strokes at home. As soon as I added ink and picked up the pen, the ink dripped on the paper, as if I was tired of this unforgettable weather.
I was a little angry and blew hard to get rid of this nasty big ink stain. Unexpectedly, it clung to it, but it became a long section.
Then I had a flash of light:' cowhide' can be blown, why can't paintings be blown? I took another blank piece of paper, braced myself and continued to "create". I first took a writing brush and dropped a big ink dot on the white paper. Because I was afraid that the "ink doll" would be too naughty and slip out of the paper to play, I dared not use too much force, so I could only blow it carefully.
I didn't expect this "slacker" to sit still and refuse to take a step forward. My "quick temper" was so angry that I blew it up with all my strength and gave this "slacker" a "duel".
Seeing that I raised the whip, it was so scared that it rushed forward and was about to rush out of the border. It made another sharp turn and rushed to the left, which made me breathe a long sigh of relief. By this time, my patience has run out. I just closed my eyes, puffed my cheeks, cocked my head and let it run at will. What will happen on white paper? Is it stars, plum blossoms, or ... so many puzzles that I stop and open my eyes to appreciate my masterpiece. A huge ink ball stretches out in the middle, some thick, some thin, some curved, some straight, like chrysanthemums, but thicker than chrysanthemums, like branches, but thinner than branches, as if ... alas, it is still a good name-"extending in all directions" Can't a mouth, a piece of paper and a drop of ink create something beautiful? Sometimes, letting nature take its course will have a better effect than strict rules.
4. Famous paintings in the third grade of primary school. I paint nature. I like painting very much. I drew many beautiful pictures. My parents often put my photos on the wall.
My favorite painting is Beautiful Nature. Because, nature is so beautiful! I remember my father took me to paint nature that day.
I started painting. I drew a meadow full of dense flowers and trees, and a group of lovely butterflies and bees danced among the flowers. Then I drew a blue sky, and a flock of geese were flying south.
Finally, I drew a round sun. When I finished painting, I colored it.
I painted the grass green, the bees yellow, the butterflies orange, the geese gray and the sun red. I named this painting "Beautiful Nature".
I love painting, and I want to draw all the mountains and rivers of the great motherland.
5. Write a painting composition. I watch the starry night by van Gogh.
1On May 8, 889, Van Gogh came to Saint Remy, 25 kilometers away from Al, and was treated in a mental hospital. At that time, the doctor allowed him to go out to sketch during the day. The village in this painting is Saint Remy. In June, after he was hospitalized for one month, he painted this picture. This painting is now in the new york Museum of Modern Art..
During his stay in San Remy, Van Gogh became interested in cypress trees. He said, "I've been thinking about cypress trees. I'm surprised that I didn't draw these trees. I want to paint sunflowers. The lines and proportions of cypress trees are like the pyramids in Egypt. "
At that time, van Gogh had given up his belief in traditional Christianity, but. "Religion is what I need very much, so I go out to draw stars at night."
This painting is probably one of Van Gogh's most famous works. On the left of the picture is a cypress, a burning cypress! There are stars in the sky. They are rolling. The town seems to be shrouded in some kind of uneasiness. The night in Saint Remy is really twisted and rolled like Van Gogh's. Really? What does Van Gogh, who is mentally ill, want to tell us with this painting? He wants to choose death? Or.
Whenever I observe this painting, I always have a strange feeling: her lines are so rough and the whole picture is so chaotic, but her effect is shocking! I think it can only be described as shock. Maybe when you understand Van Gogh's predicament at that time, you will naturally feel a kind of emotion, maybe depression, maybe depression, but I believe it is an anger!
This starry night is the feeling of Van Gogh's world (cosmic evolution) buried deep in his soul. Xingyun and the ridge line are like a dragon, and the dark green brown cypress rises from the depths of the earth like a huge flame. Everything seems to be spinning, turning, boring and shaking, emitting gorgeous colors in the night sky.
The Netherlands has painted moonlight scenery since ancient times, but there are unprecedented painters who can show the solemn and mysterious awe of the universe in the night sky like Van Gogh. On the one hand, it expresses high-pitched and depressed feelings, on the other hand, the picture composition calculation is accurate. In this painting, trees are used to set off the sky to achieve a delicate balance in composition. From this perspective, it can be understood that it can never be drawn by * * *.
6. Write an interesting picture and a composition outside the window.
Every night when I get home and sit in front of the window, I can hear the soft piano sound, so melodious and crisp. On the other side of the window, a girl smiled sweetly, and the melody was written from her fingertips. The only fly in the ointment is that she only has nine fingers She dominates the little girl across from my house. She is a disabled person.
I remember the day when she moved in. We were all glad to meet such a lovely little girl, but God was not so attached to her that her finger was lost forever in an accident. What's more, she fell in love with the piano, which means that she will work harder and harder than others. "It doesn't matter, I never feel different from others." Sister, when she said this, I did see tears in her mother's eyes ...
After the self-study class, my sister came home and sat in front of the bed. Everyone can see that the lights on the other side are still on, and her own life ripples at night, making the night warm.
After practicing for a long time, there is a "meat pad" on the little finger tip. Sales among teenagers seem to be as old as those in their thirties. Once I saw her mother tying her hands, and I was curious. "What is this?" Her mother said angrily and regretfully, "winter is coming, and the weather is feeling." She didn't listen to me, and her hand was cracked. " I looked at the purple hand and felt a heartache. Looking back, a smiling face of the little darling also appeared on her face, and I smiled with relief, because I was sitting in front of the piano and my parents were everything to the little darling.
On a warm afternoon, the sound of the piano came in again. I poked my head out and shouted, "Little darling." She also leaned out half her head and said, "What's the matter? I am practicing the piano. " I said, "I haven't heard this song before." "Newly practiced." "Can you play it for me?" "good!" She is both excited and happy. I knocked on the balcony to watch her play the piano. The sun shone on her hair, golden yellow, like a dynamic oil painting. "How about it?" I was still immersed in the lingering sound, but she woke me up. "oh! Very nice. " So she smiled even more brightly. She showed her hands to the sun and asked, "Are my hands strange?" I said, "No, it's beautiful." I feel guilty. Why is God so cruel to her?
Last night, I saw her playing the piano in the dim light. Her figure is swaying outside the window, her piano is floating outside the window, and her soul is singing outside the window.
I looked up out of the window and saw an optimistic smile and firm eyes.
7. Write the composition of a picture. My favorite painting is: Shrimp was painted by the people's artist old man Baishi.
There are five prawns in it, one above, one in the middle and three below. Five lifelike prawns. Just like it's real. The shrimp at the bottom is the heaviest. The second one was a little lighter, and the third one was a lot lighter at once. Three shrimps huddled together as if they were alive. The fourth and fifth ones are very light, and the color is very light. Some bend forward, others stand up straight. There are also people who bend over and crawl.
There are three important changes in Qi Baishi's shrimp painting: the first stage is truthful, realistic, patriarchal and natural, more like sketching; The second stage is the most important, not "piecemeal", and the main body of shrimp is simplified to nine strokes. There are eight so-called "bits and pieces": eyes, short beard, long beard, pliers, front legs, abdomen, tail, and an inner cavity marked with deep ink. This structure is a unique and important style of Qi Baishi's Shrimp. In the third stage, the ink color on the painting is uneven. Dip the pen in ink first, then fill the pen belly with water with another pen to draw the "transparency" of the shrimp, and the shrimp came to life at once.
One evening, after a day's work, Qi Baishi sat by the pool and washed his feet. Suddenly, he felt a sharp pain. He hurriedly pulled his foot out of the water and saw that it was a grass shrimp that pinched his toe out of blood. This aroused Qi Baishi's great interest in grass shrimp. After careful observation of grass shrimp, he drew the first shrimp in his life, which was lifelike and never stopped. Qi Baishi's shrimp painting is famous all over the world, and it began at this time.
Qi Baishi's shrimp painting is not easy to draw in a day or two: after decades of artistic exploration, Qi Baishi knows that the painter must be able to grasp the living appearance, quality, movement mode, environmental relationship and personality characteristics of the object, otherwise the painting will die. He has been observing shrimps all his life and painting them, trying to express their physical and mental characteristics profoundly. Qi Baishi lived by a pond since childhood and often fished for shrimps. Began to draw shrimp when I was a child; After I was about 40 years old, I copied shrimps painted by painters in Ming and Qing Dynasties such as Xu Wei and Li Futang. At the age of 63, the shrimps he painted were very similar, but not "alive" enough, so he raised several long-legged shrimps in a bowl and put them on the drawing. Daily observation shows that the method of drawing shrimp has also changed, and his shrimp painting has become one of his representative artistic symbols.
This painting was painted by Baishi at the age of 89. At this time, the white stone painting shrimp has entered the realm of metamorphosis, showing the shrimp swimming in the water in concise pen and ink. The thick arrowhead mushroom and dried shrimp are transparent and light, which shows the maturity of Qi Baishi's painting art in his later years. This picture is the shape of shrimp, lively, sensitive, alert and vital. It's easy to draw because you have mastered the characteristics of shrimp. Take the shrimp in the picture as an example: three strokes on the head of the shrimp show a sense of movement in the dark.
A pair of thick ink eyes on the left and right, a little Jiao Mo in the middle of the head, and two light inks on the left and right, thus making the shrimp head varied. Hard shell is transparent, from deep to shallow. And shrimp loin, one section at a time, several strokes in a row, forming the rhythm of shrimp loin from thick to thin.
I like this painting, because it seems easy to draw shrimp, but it is actually more difficult: draw it alive and the life of shrimp will come out; When the painting froze, it lost its life. The lines of shrimp whiskers seem soft and firm, broken and solid, straight and curved, messy and orderly. The shrimps on the paper seem to play and swim in the water, and the tentacles seem to move.
I like "shrimp", because shrimp is really alive, and I will try my best to do everything well. I love shrimp because I think I want to be like Qi Baishi: Don't give up my childhood dreams when I am old, only by doing one thing well can I do it perfectly.
8. Describe a picture with a composition of 400 words. The pictures hanging on the wall of my restaurant are different. It is three-dimensional, with obvious convex and concave. The picture shows the family courtyard in Nordic style. The courtyard is surrounded by green mountains and green waters. The sky is blue, the water is clear and the garden is quiet, which makes people feel that everything is so harmonious and natural! On the left side of the painting is an old tree with mottled bark and thick trunk, and the bird's nest specially made by its owner is nailed to the tree. The branches and leaves of the tree are lush, and there are pale yellow flowers! Under the tree, there are two wide chairs, a long stool and a coffee table. They are all made of logs. There are yellow chrysanthemums in the vase on the coffee table, and a few red strawberries and a blue soft silk scarf in the fruit bowl, which are randomly placed on the bench. A very delicate lady's white hat with a wide brim hangs on the arm of the chair.
I seem to see a girl wearing elegant clothes, coming to this natural environment, how happy! She's breathing freely! She runs as fast as she can! On the right side of the picture, there is a street lamp standing in the grass. Its lampshade is special and cylindrical. Light leaks from the square holes cut around it, which makes it softer and quieter. There is also a well in the middle of the yard, built in a circle with red bricks. At the top of the well, a triangular ceiling was set up with wood. It is faintly visible that the beam is tied with a wheel rope for drawing water. The whole courtyard is sunken and relatively independent. The courtyard is surrounded by semi-open low walls, painted white, which makes it more tidy. There are several small steps at the exit of the yard. When you climb the steps, you can see the green mountains and green waters outside the courtyard.
I like this painting, and I can't get enough of it. It's also my favorite place.