As the saying goes, "hearing is false, seeing is true." In my opinion, what I see is not necessarily true, but it is true after personal experience. A few days ago, someone told me that sketching is very simple, and a few strokes will be ok. I didn't believe it, so I went to practice. The following is my outdoor sketch weekly diary, welcome to read.
Outdoor sketch weekly 1 Tuesday, the second class is sketch class, and the art teacher Cheng took us out of the school for the first time to sketch.
I squinted at a cloud dialyzed by the sun with a painting tool, and thought to myself: "On a grassland or a river, the breeze rolled up a corner of a sketch book, brushed the trace of charcoal pen on the paper, and the sun revolved around the pen tip and flowed into the drawing paper ... We painted in such a poetic and beautiful environment. How enjoyable! I'm looking forward to it.
Teacher Cheng took us to the grass near the school. I stood outside this overgrown grass, and a premonition of "unknown" rose in my heart. We stepped on the soft land with grass, and the teacher took us through the dancing grass. The flowers and plants under our feet are scrambling to scrape our ankles, and the newly washed shoes are decorated with sticky soil in an "African style". "You should walk for a while, and you will reach that beautiful sketching environment." I comforted myself while swinging my feet entangled in flowers and plants.
"good! Here we are, students take out your's painting tools and start painting! " Mr. Cheng chose a piece of grassland and sat down alone. There are yellow flowers in front, surrounded by those slim trees. This is the center of the grassland and the most active place for weeds. However, this is also the place where we first sketched. When the breeze blows and the sun rotates, everything becomes foam and is punctured by these sharp weeds.
Reluctantly, I took out my sketch book and charcoal pen and drew the flowers in front. We are holding heavy picture books in the scorching sun, and dare not wipe the sweat on our faces with hands covered with carbon dust. We will scratch the place bitten by unknown insects with a few strokes. I'm upset and not in the mood to draw. Teacher Cheng, on the other hand, sat quietly in the grass and danced, painting his oil paintings leisurely, and said simply, "I know the environment is very bad now, and the students are very upset." But everyone should calm down and blend in with the scenery you want to paint. "I frowned and tried to calm down. Take a deep breath and clear your mind. ...
I put aside the poisonous sun, biting insects and sharp weeds, and the flowers in front of me quietly flowed into my heart. The breeze with the smell of grass blew, and the sun covered by clouds became peaceful, and the warm and fragrant sunshine fell on the paper. Under the orange light, the pen tip left a deep lead trace, and a faint charcoal fragrance flowed in the air.
In the shadow of the sun, only 2B pens and charcoal pens danced on the white stage, making a rustling sound. And the bright flowers in front of me, faded from the dazzling yellow, but vividly formed bit by bit in my sketch book. ...
Not far from the school, the bell rang. I stopped writing and looked at the rich and vivid black and white world in front of me. My heart is full of a sense of accomplishment!
After reading everyone's paintings, the teacher said, "Well, everyone painted very well today. And everyone should understand that when painting, no matter how bad the environment is, you should calm down and finish it seriously. The more difficult the job is, the more valuable it is. This is what I am going to teach your today. " Cheng teacher leaned over and began to pick up tools, "good! Go back to school! "
Only by completing more difficult works will my heart feel more fulfilled. Walking on the way back to school, immersed in the sunset, I mused.
Life in junior high school is bittersweet and colorful.
Acid! Shortly after the first day of junior high school, in the morning reading class, the English teacher somehow asked me to maintain discipline. I think: this is also an opportunity to exercise. I must behave well and impress the teacher. So, with the courage of a newborn calf, I strode to the podium with an English book and said to everyone with a pen: "Please take out your English textbook and start reading early!" "As soon as the voice fell, there was a noise from below:" What are you talking about? " "Do you care? "I don't want it." Why did you hit me? ""Let's play together after class "... some even make up math homework at the bottom, and the students' performance is undoubtedly like a pot of cold water, which is poured on my heart. "Stop talking and start reading early!" I shouted several times, but the students were still the same. My courage just flew to the outside of the cloud nine. Lower your head, quietly drop a tear in the corner of your eye, and the acid is in your mouth.
That's great. There are more courses in junior high school than in primary school, but the questions are also difficult. However, if anyone works out the problems that everyone can't do first, his heart must be as sweet as honey. Perhaps this "sweetness" is not susceptible, but what we feel every day is the "sweetness" full of friendship between classmates. When you are running on the playground, your ears are filled with cheers from your classmates. Don't you feel sweet in your heart?
Bitter! The main bitterness of junior high school life comes from the pressure of study. There are more and more courses, more and more homework, heavier schoolbags and more and more fierce competition. Can't you work hard? Even if the pressure drops. The spirit of studying hard is still necessary for every junior high school student.
Spicy! You can really feel "spicy" when you go to junior high school. Facing the test paper and the red "fork", whose face is not impatient! Feel "spicy" "Spicy" is on the face and "spicy" is in the heart.
Only after experiencing phenol and spicy, can we think of sweetness and eat bitterness.
Often only through "sour" and "spicy" can we face "bitterness", and only if we are not afraid of bitterness can we taste "sweetness".
On Sunday morning, I felt a headache after getting up, but I was anxious to participate in the school football match, and I endured this headache and discomfort and rushed to school. The football match was fierce, and our group won the second place. We are very happy. I think we are really football experts. When I got home, my headache came again, but my mother was not at home, so I had to fall asleep in a daze!
In the afternoon, my mother found that I had been unwell, so I told my mother that I had a headache. My mother took me to see a doctor. The doctor said it was the flu, and I might have a fever and vomit. I'm afraid of death. My mother comforted me that I would be all right as long as I took the medicine well.
I felt much more comfortable after taking the medicine, so I played with my sister's toys, but after a while I felt very tired. I don't know how long I slept in my room. I feel very hot all over. My mother took my temperature, and my mother nervously said it was almost 40 degrees. I couldn't help crying because I was afraid I would die. My mother gave me a pack of antipyretics. Although it is bitter, I hope to take it as soon as possible to lower my temperature. On this day, my temperature went up and down, and my mood also fluctuated.
Now, I am much better, thanks to the care of my doctor and mother. I also thank white blood cells for their efforts to help kill bacteria. Although they all died, they made me healthy.
On Friday morning, my mother is going to work, but I can't find the car keys. My father and I also helped my mother find it together. I searched my mother's bag and special key box, but I couldn't find it. Alas! what can I do? At this time, Zhi Duo Xing's father came up with a solution: "I think it's better to borrow someone else's car. If you keep looking, you will be late. " My mother changed her shoes and went out. Suddenly, my mother shouted, "I found the key!" " "I quickly asked," where is it? " I saw my mother say shyly, "I always have." "Hey, I'm really looking for a doll with a doll on my back!" Just finished, the family laughed and opened the pot. I covered my mouth and snickered. My father laughed loudly. My sister who woke up was also infected by our laughter and rolled on the bed with laughter.
Outside the window, the leaves rustled as if laughing at our family. The newborn sun in the sky is red, as if blushing for what my mother did, and even the grass bent over with laughter.
Later, my family laughed at my mother for several days. Until now, I can't help laughing when I think about it.
Look, this is my home, a happy family!
I was given a good lesson in the living room at night-I was secretly reading the online novel "Fighting the Sky" in my room, and my mother caught me red-handed and received severe criticism and education. I really want to dig a crack and escape. I regret it very much
Normally, I wouldn't even think about such a thing. I only watch movies with my mother's permission. But what happened today was caused by my sleepwalking.
I watched TV last night and saw more than 1 1 o, and my limbs ached. I don't know why, but there are sequelae. I suddenly got out of bed in the middle of the night, walked into the room unnoticed, picked up my mother's laptop and put it under the bed.
Fortunately, I found it early in the morning and quickly put my laptop in my mother's bag. In the end, there was a near miss.
At noon, I finished my homework early, but I did nothing: it was too difficult to make a series; Writing a composition, there are still 2 days; Reading, surrounded by books that have been read several times ... why is there nothing to do? If only I could read novels for a while! Video? I see.
Suddenly thought of the sleepwalking incident last night. I can "steal" my laptop and find another opportunity to put it there without knowing it. Suddenly, a "comprehensive" plan gradually imprinted on my mind.
When mom and dad went out, I was sorting things out and found it. With the sound of footsteps, I packed my things. Just about to go downstairs, I suddenly thought: this is a good time to get the computer, not now, but when.
Turn on the computer, and finally look at "Break the Sky" that many people in the class are watching. After reading the introduction and a few pages, I finally understand the general plot, at least I won't become "Altman" (a backward man).
But just when I was complacent, I suddenly remembered my mother's knock on the door outside, which scared me to death. I quickly opened the door for my mother while cleaning up. As soon as I saw that my mother had nothing to say, the big stone in my heart finally fell to the ground unexpectedly. The following sentence hit me like a bolt from the blue.
I saw my mother say seriously in a low voice, "Have you seen my laptop?"
I stumbled-my laptop was under the bed, but I quickly stood firm and pretended to be calm: "I ... I don't know."
Mom and dad ignored me, bypassed my body and searched the room. I have been praying in my heart. But after all, it was an elderly teacher, and the laptop was discovered in less than 50 seconds. I was really ashamed, blushed and stammered, just staring at my mother silently.
After the students left, it was the first act. I lied that I was watching the theatrical version of Conan, a famous detective, but my mother seemed to show great power with the help of God, exposing my seemingly reasonable lie and finding physical evidence. I did both. I confessed and told my mother about the laptop. Fortunately, I didn't suffer much, just two "sugar-fried chestnuts", but the lesson was far beyond my expectation.
There is no windtight wall in the world, and there is no lie that cannot be exposed. If people don't know, they have to do it themselves! Alas! I hate why I don't have self-control, why I read boring novels, and why I don't give up this idea as soon as possible. One day both will end, and this endless sadness will last forever ... but it's too late!
Early in the morning, my mother shouted, "Get up quickly, we will be late for the cram school!" " "I want to get up, but my body seems to be pinned down by a heavy iron, and I can't move at all. When I barely stood up, I almost fell down because I was top-heavy, so I had to go back to sleep quickly.
My mother was afraid that I would oversleep, so she quickly pulled me out of bed, only to find that my whole body was burning, especially the temperature on my forehead could almost fry eggs. She quickly helped me ice and was busy calling the cram school for leave. Then, she took the teacup and asked me to add more water. I watched my mother as busy as a bee. Suddenly, the tables, chairs and windows in front of me seemed to be enchanted and shook gently. I was dizzy and had to close my eyes and try to put myself to sleep in order to forget this painful torture.
The doctor judged that my tonsils were inflamed. Besides a high fever, I have a sore throat and can't eat anything. I need to rest for three to five days. When I heard the news, I was a little happy, because I could have a fair holiday. As a "idle" patient, knowing that I was happy for less than five minutes, the doctor was afraid that I was short of water and even asked me to have an intravenous drip. I am like a bound prisoner, and I can only lie motionless in my hospital bed. It is really worse than people.
I think bacteria are like little demons, so we must destroy them as soon as possible. Otherwise, the little devil will turn into a terrible demon with powerful destructive power, and it will be too late to regret it. This illness made me realize the importance of health. Because I feel uncomfortable, I not only suffer from my own life, but also bring trouble to my family, which makes my family unable to feel at ease. You must take good care of yourself in the future and don't let germs find me.
Weekly account of outdoor sketch 7 I took a school-based course this afternoon, and I started painting with my classmates. Hearing Mr. Qian say that we can draw good friends, several classmates and I quickly took the drawing board and walked to the artificial lawn. Everyone said with one voice that they would paint me, so I happily sat in the middle and became a model. Lin Zibin ran to look at my eyes for a while, and then ran to look at my hair. I was a little impatient and said, why? Xu Jialin drew it for me when I lost my temper. After a while, she held up the drawing board and said, Liu, look! I looked sideways, and it turned out that my eyes were looking to the right, my mouth was pouting and I looked angry. I can't help laughing. My classmates came to see me when they saw me laughing so happily. Haha, that's interesting! The students also laughed.
After a while, I saw that everyone had finished painting, and I said, now, let's put the painting in the middle and show it. Hearing this, everyone put the pictures together. We look at them one by one, and the people in the painting are of different shapes. Everyone looked at the painting and kept laughing.
It's interesting to have a sketch class.
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