Around us, there are some people who love beauty, both men and women. Every time before going out, they will dress up their hair in front of the mirror, and women will paint their eyebrows and lips to see if the clothes they wear are decent and chic, and whether the colors are beautiful and appropriate.
Isn't there an old saying: "Everyone loves beauty"? This ubiquitous beauty is the art around us. People who love western restaurants must like the decoration style of a western restaurant. Those exotic artistic sculptures, exquisite murals and gorgeous lantern fans are fascinating.
With the improvement of people's quality of life, we pay less attention to the taste and price of food when we go to hotel restaurants, but pay more attention to the good mood of peace of mind and comfort when eating. A novel and special interior design, a comfortable and long piece of music or a delicate and novel picture will make you feel incisive and memorable.
At this moment, you are not only a guest, but also an art connoisseur. Art is not necessarily a painting, art is not necessarily the result of design experts, art is not necessarily a song sung by singers ... Many arts are around us, and unconsciously, art is everywhere in our lives, just around us.
The word "art" sounds far away from us at first glance. I always think that it belongs to artists and is the research object of elegant people, so it is difficult to get close to us ordinary people. However, if you really care about life, those arts are actually everywhere around us.
If you are a lady who loves beauty, you should dress yourself up in front of the mirror every day before going out: the makeup on your face, the change of hairstyle, the matching of clothes styles and colors. These are all arts. Isn't there an old saying: "Everyone loves beauty"? This kind of beauty is art in our eyes.
If you are a person who likes to hang out in coffee shops or eat in restaurants, then you will definitely have a soft spot for the storefront and interior decoration of one or several stores and become an old customer there. With the improvement of people's living standards, we are not only satisfied with filling our stomachs in restaurants, but also pay attention to the spiritual enjoyment when eating: a novel and unique interior design, a beautiful tune or a unique picture may all receive unexpected results. At this time, you also have "two jobs"-consumer and art connoisseur.
If you are a detail-oriented person, you will put an exquisite mobile phone case and hang a jingling mobile phone chain on your mobile phone; Add a cute bear protective cover to the computer appearance; Make the room extra warm; Stick a kawaii sticker on the schoolbag. ...
Often some small details are ignored by us. Actually, to put it bluntly, these are all arts. But it is not the art in the hands of famous painters, the art sung by famous singers or the art in the hearts of designers. This kind of art belongs exclusively to life and is the art of ordinary people. It is this kind of art that makes our life colorful, full of happiness and simplicity.
The excellent artistic composition 3 around me is elegant and poetic. Condensed between the lines bit by bit; Trickling water, birds follow the clouds; Let it wander poetically for a long time. Tasting a beautiful article is like tasting a pot of Millennium wine; There is endless sweetness in the bitterness of filar silk. The more wine is brewed, the more mellow and fragrant it is, which can be gentle, subtle and vivid when the pen tip touches the water; It can be elegant and refreshing, and the geese will cross the sky and the autumn will be crisp. It is an art to sing a song "The crane clouds in the clear sky, leading the poem to Bixiao". A never-ending art.
Sad and touching; The songs written by the noise of blood and heart sails can only be understood, but it is difficult to express. Quietly, when the clouds are light and the wind is clear, slowly taste and ponder. Feel with your heart, feel happy or worried, low or high. After experiencing the lingering clouds and sweeping away the melancholy of maple leaves, it seems that the deepest sadness can't be expressed after seemingly brilliant. Tears-jerking and heartbreaking complaints abound, and you are miserable. It's still like the sentence, "A strong woman in business doesn't know what she hates her country, but she still sings" backyard flowers "across the river, and there is no desolation and sadness exposed by people. Beautiful writing is an art, an art that carries too much blood and tears.
Strong feelings, arrogant; "I was born useful, spinning a thousand silver, all come back!" Bold and heroic for thousands of years, wanting to compete with the gods; Who did I take? Words, in essence, cannot be bound. Experienced too much, rushed out of that imprisonment and returned to the free sky under the darkness; There will be a life-and-death contest in nine days. Even if there are obstacles, it is not the same charm, just like at the beginning! After that, the thinking about life, the criticism of social feelings, and the inhuman hatred of evil forces are like flash floods, which are unstoppable! Let readers feel their own feelings. The suppression of American literature is an art and an irresistible art.
Or implicit beauty, or straightforward lyricism; That kind of unforgettable meditation and unbearable nostalgia will penetrate into the rich pen and ink bit by bit. American literature, the art of life ...
Excellent artistic composition around me 4 In the long river of art, painting is my favorite. When I am bored, I will draw a picture; When I am lost, I will draw a picture; When I am happy, I will draw a picture. Up to now, although most of the paintings I painted as a child can't be found, I still have some nostalgia in retrospect. Now I'm in the sixth grade. With the increase of homework, I have less and less time to rest, let alone draw.
When I was very young, I saw the staff drawing on some panels with tiny sand on TV. How incredible it was for me when I was a child! so I ... ...
I found a lot of tiny sand on the roof and put it in a box. I took it downstairs and began to draw. Maybe I liked painting at that time!
In the first grade of primary school, my parents enrolled me in a painting cram school. Recalling the happy scene in the cram school at that time, I couldn't help but take out my previous paintings. I can't help but find out how childish the paintings I drew when I was a child. At that time, my parents were full of praise, probably because they didn't want to destroy my' self-esteem'! They paved a smooth cement road for me to learn painting. But this road will not be smooth sailing, and it will inevitably encounter bumps: that was when I was in the third grade, the teacher said that I would not teach my children to draw, but to teach sketch instead. Because my parents thought I was a senior and worried that I would be at a loss and participate in it, I stopped learning. Therefore, my painting career is over.
But we gave up painting because of this, but we still painted at home, but what we painted at home was not as good as what the teacher taught us. Once, when I was bored, I drew a little girl in my notebook, but after I finished painting, I felt that the painting was super ugly, so I picked up the pen and began to modify it. Finally, I tore up my notebook because it didn't look good. Mom and dad saw it and ran to comfort me: your painting is quite good, don't be sad. I knew in my heart that they were comforting me, and I felt that their comfort seemed to be a mockery of me, which made me even more angry. From then on, I painted harder.
I firmly believe that one day I can show my style in painting and prove to my parents that my efforts have not been in vain.
Last week, the school held a culture and art festival, and all the students shouted happily: "Yeah! Long live! " Some people are happy because they don't have to do homework, some people are happy because they watch programs, and others … In short, we can all relax!
Rule number one
On the first day, everyone moved their chairs to the playground and started the first program: catwalk. The students in the performance all dressed themselves up beautifully. The sun shines on the girl's skirt, and the photos are shiny and beautiful!
Rule number two
On the third day, the 9th Top Ten Singers Competition was held temporarily in the playground. The students appeared separately, especially JOJO of Class 6, with a deep and soft voice, lively and cheerful, beautiful and moving. Throughout the game, applause and applause lasted for a long time
Rule of Three
The fourth day is an exciting moment! The chorus rehearsed for a long time in our class can finally be displayed, and the wonderful singing is coming. Next are the students in Class Two. They are neatly dressed. During the performance, the singing was loud and the movements were coherent, which attracted every audience present. Although our class is not as good as before, the teacher says we should try our best.
Rule number four
The fifth day is the last day of the activity, and the students' favorite link is the "Food Carnival". During the activity, I cooked my best fried rice with eggs, 100% pure! (Pure eggs and rice) (_) I also brought 7-up, bananas and apples. When I made the fruit platter, I made it quickly! Because I made a piece of shit! Later, I poured the shit into the trash can and used it as a sushi plate for Lin Meixi. I sold food with the team and sold hundreds of tickets at once. As a result, compared with our boys' votes (546 votes) and girls' votes (544 votes), girls completely lost to us!
The "Culture and Art Festival" held this time is really unforgettable. Looking forward to the next "Culture and Art Festival".
I have been studying painting in an art class since I was seven years old, and I have been insisting on it for four years now. Now, painting has become an inseparable part of my study and life. From oil painting, oil-water separation painting, line drawing, black-and-white painting, printmaking, gouache painting, sketch, still life painting to the Chinese painting I have learned so far, I like it very much, and there are also many interesting things in my study.
Once, the teacher taught us ink painting-moonlight on the lotus pond. The teacher gave each of us a piece of rice paper and then led us to draw the picture together. The teacher first shook off the water on the brush and dyed it grass green, then dipped some ink in the nib and slowly drew a lotus leaf on the rice paper: "When drawing a lotus leaf, brew it slowly with a pen." The teacher drew a stroke on the rice paper, almost instantly, and the ink slowly dispersed. The students also picked up pens and drew like teachers. Like the teacher, I dyed grass green first and then some ink. Oh, dear! I accidentally dropped all the ink on my pen. In order not to let the teacher criticize me, I quickly dipped the brush in grass green pigment again, and finally turned back to green, and then continued ...? ! What's going on here? The moment of grass green is occupied by black ink! I'm dizzy! There are still two lotus leaves I haven't painted, and my paint has been destroyed by me. What should I do? Go inside. If the painting is like this, the teacher will scold me if he wants, yeah! My hand! Oh, my God! Because I held the brush too low, my hand was "infected" and the sweat slipped down my face, so I quickly wiped it off with my hand. "Borrow ink? I have no ink. " I looked up and it turned out to be a classmate in front of me. "Well ..." Before I could speak, he beat me to it: "Ah! What are you doing? Why is the face so flowery? " "Hey, what's the matter?" I ran to the mirror and took a look. I was shocked: my left face was black, my right face was green, my nose was a little green, and my mouth was a little black. Many students came to watch the fun, surrounded me tightly and gave out bursts of laughter. Finally, I smiled, and the teacher was no exception, laughing like a child.
Painting has become a hobby of mine. When I am happy, I will think of painting; When I am tired, I draw; When I am bored, painting will make me forget my troubles; When I find it difficult to express in words, I will pick up a brush. Painting brings me relaxation, happiness, enrichment and wisdom.
Everyone has his own favorite art, and of course I am no exception. Let me tell you a story about me and art!
It was a sunny Saturday and I was in the fourth grade. My mother took me to play in Guangji Street. Suddenly, I heard a sweet music, high and low. My mother and I followed the sound to the door of a musical instrument shop. What caught our eye was an aunt's long-haired dress with a pear-shaped thing in her hand, from which the sound came. I asked my mother inexplicably, "Mom, what kind of piano is that?" Mother said, "That is the pipa, which has a history of more than 20xx." After listening to this, an idea of learning pipa sprouted in my mind. My mother wanted to read my mind and said, "Do you want to learn?" I nodded hard, and my mother signed me up for a pipa class and bought me a pipa.
The first time I put on my nails and held the piano, everything felt very fresh, but soon the first obstacle came to me, and that was holding the piano. The teacher asked me to hold the handrail with my thumb and the strings with four fingers, but when I held the piano, it slipped out of my hand like a disobedient child. Gradually, I thought to myself, "Since it is so difficult to hold the piano, it will be even more difficult to talk about it later." I was about to give up when I suddenly remembered what my mother often said: "As long as you work hard, no matter how big the difficulty is, you can certainly overcome it." Thinking of this, I picked up the piano and began to practice. Sure enough, after two weeks, I can finally hold the piano. But soon the second obstacle came to me, and that was reading music. If you want to play a piece of music, you must distinguish the pitch and where it is in one second, so I read music harder in my spare time. If you can't, call the teacher and let mom read the music every day. In the end, everything paid off. Under the guidance of the teacher and my efforts, I can finally play some simple songs. Just as I was immersed in the joy of success, my mother smiled and said to me, "No matter how difficult it is, as long as you work hard to overcome it, you will certainly be able to overcome it."
After learning the piano; Let me understand a truth: "no matter how difficult it is, you can't give up." The important thing is to persist. "
There are some small things in our lives, but they contain a meaningful truth.
I remember this summer vacation, my parents took my brother and me skating in the park.
We put on our shoes, and I walked slowly step by step, holding the railing, only to see my brother skate very fast, just like flying. I am not convinced, thinking: my brother can hold the railing and slide very fast, so can I! With that, I pushed open the railing and walked slowly by myself. I just took a step and stood up with a snort. I screamed in pain. My brother gave me a squint, as if laughing at me. I got up and slipped, but I kept falling. I was so tired that I said loudly that I wouldn't study. I left angrily, but my mother said to me, don't be discouraged, you must cheer up. After listening to my mother's words, I started skating again. After several falls, I finally know how to skate. I cheered loudly.
After this, I understand a truth: no matter what you do, don't be discouraged, you must be strong!
I have many firsts, such as playing the violin for the first time, playing computer for the first time and hiking for the first time, but I don't remember all these firsts. My mother made them up to deceive me. However, only one of these firsts will be engraved in my heart forever like a scar. It was his first time rowing ice.
This is the first time my sister invited me out to the playground, and I gladly went to the appointment. Oh, my God! There are so many people here, some play table tennis, some play bumper cars, and some even have boxing matches, which dazzles me. However, what really caught my eye was the humble skating rink.
I walked into the skating rink and watched a group of experts skating. Some of them fly like birds against the wind, while others fly like seagulls. Look at me. I can't wait to get into shape. After putting on my shoes, I ran quickly and found that it looked fun, but it didn't work at all. I hit the wall next time. Shit! I have a big bag on my head! ! I couldn't restrain my painful expression and burst into tears. Now it is so terrible that it attracts the attention of a large group of people. I feel so ashamed at this time that I can't wait to find a hole to hide. When people dispersed, I took a long breath.
I made up my mind never to do it again. But look, my determination wavered again. This time, I walked carefully step by step. I don't know how many times I fell, but I didn't bite. I summed up the experience by myself. Finally, at dusk, I can play on the swing.
This is a meaningful first time for me, and it really made me suffer a lot.
One day in the summer vacation, my father said that he would take me to the skating rink to learn skating. I was so happy that I couldn't wait for my father to take me.
Come to the skating rink, there are so many people in the skating rink! Some people sit in chairs and rest, while others wear roller skates. What I admire most are those big brothers and sisters who fly freely in the sky like happy birds.
Dad paid for a pair of size 36 skates. I quickly put on my shoes, and my father helped me to the entrance of the skating pool. I moved my skates carefully first, but I really didn't listen. I fell down before I could stand firm. I hurt my ass, which really scared me! Dad hurried over to encourage me and said, "Never mind, wrestling is a common practice when learning to skate." . Everything is difficult at the beginning! "After listening to my father, I really benefited a lot. I began to observe carefully the big brothers and sisters who could skate. They bowed forward, their feet placed in a figure of eight, and their feet slipped and slipped again. After watching it, I learned their movements and slipped boldly. I fell down. Two falls. Three falls. Hours passed in the blink of an eye. I was like an ugly duckling, and the whole person fell down. Although I fell a lot, I finally mastered the skills of skating.
Hard work pays off, and I finally learned to skate.
Excellent art composition 9 students around you, you should have heard the sound of the piano! Isn't it wonderful and beautiful? Guess what? This beautiful piano sound can cultivate our sentiment; Can enrich our after-school life; Can bring us happiness. ...
When I was a child, whenever I saw others playing the piano, I always stared; Whenever my parents take me to the supermarket, I will go to the piano counter, choose an electronic piano I like, shake my head and play that song casually.
Over time, my mother found that I had a strong interest in playing the electronic organ and wanted to sell me an electronic organ. Finally, after discussion by mom and dad, I agreed. After I knew it, I was so happy that I kept my mouth shut and shouted, "Good father, good mother ..." In this way, my first electronic piano came to me, and I treated it like a mother. Not long after, my mother invited a professional pianist to teach me piano.
In the first class, the teacher taught me the staff first. At first, I listened carefully, but before long, I began to get bored. Why? Because the music teacher always said: the staff is composed of four lines and three squares; What line are "D" and "R" ... so the ones behind don't listen to anything and are always absent-minded. A class finally passed, and the teacher left after assigning homework. As there is no class, I know nothing about the homework assigned by the teacher and can't do it at all. When my mother found out, she severely criticized me. After this lesson, I dare not make the same mistake again and decided to learn the piano well.
After a while, with a certain foundation, I began to really get in touch with playing the piano.
The first song I played was Ode to Joy. The teacher taught me by hand, and I studied hard. But my fingers don't seem to listen to me. I play "D" and it plays "R", or it is just unskilled. After a class, I still can't play Ode to Joy well. My mother, father and teacher all told me to practice hard. In order to live up to their expectations, I will practice whenever I have time. Two days passed, three days passed ... I never succeeded, and I began to relax. Finally, when I decided not to play the piano, my mother came up to me and said, "Everyone will have the pain of failure and the joy and sweetness of success when doing anything." No one is only successful without failure. Since you are determined to learn the piano well, you will encounter all kinds of setbacks on the way to playing the piano. Of course, this is only your first time. You may encounter greater failure in the future. What will you do then? So I want to tell you that as long as you want to do one thing (a good thing), you must persevere and persevere, and you will get big gains. Think for yourself! "After my mother's teaching and my serious reflection, I intend to continue to learn to play the piano. When mom and dad found out, they all said I had grown up. With my efforts, I succeeded!
In the process of learning the piano, I learned a lot that money can't buy. Now, I am in CET-6, and I am very happy, but I know there are still many difficulties for me to challenge.
Qin, you have added gorgeous colors to my life. I like you!
Excellent art composition around you 10 To learn an art, you have to persevere to succeed. Nothing is gained for nothing. That's how I successfully learned to play the guitar.
Walking in the square that day, I suddenly found a man with tattered clothes and sunglasses, and his height was about 1.7 meters. He sat on the ground with a guitar and played it. The music is very sad, the front is very quiet, like a pool of water, deep and deep ... I am fascinated by the flashing sound, so I made up my mind to learn guitar from my teacher in a musical instrument store. Teacher Xie taught me how to hold the guitar, and I was very happy every time I learned it. After learning the basic scores, I thought I was going to play as well as the people in the square. But when I play Ode to Joy, I need to switch between one or two products and four or six products with my left hand. Although my left ring finger, middle finger and forefinger have been crushed by a red line, I already want to back down, and the uncle's appearance comes to my mind.
At the same time, I also understand that uncle is not born to play so well, but also after a lot of wind and rain to achieve. As the saying goes, "the blade comes from sharpening, and the plum blossom is bitter and cold."