Writing an essay on the topic of painting

1. 800 words plus title for essay on the topic of painting

I have loved painting since kindergarten. In kindergarten, my teacher taught us crayon drawing, and at that time, I was attracted by the colorful colors. I like drawing very much. When I go to school, I take out my pen and draw; when I come home, I draw after I finish my homework, and even when I go out to play, I have to take a small drawing board with me.

Now that I'm in elementary school, my art teacher teaches us watercolor painting, and the difficulty of learning is getting deeper and deeper. Once, the art teacher assigned a homework, watercolor painting. This time the homework was so difficult. When I got home and finished my homework, I drew and drew with a brush, but I just couldn't get it to work. After a long time, I still couldn't draw, I finally got impatient and threw the pen on the table, "Pah!" The pen fell off the table. At that moment, I startled my mom who was watching TV in the living room, she came over and asked, "What's wrong, kid?" I said angrily, "Hmph! I'll never learn to draw again! Bummer! Drawing is not good at all, is drawing just a waste of paper!" When my mom heard that, her original kind face immediately turned into a serious one and said, "Son, you can't be like this! Drawing is not a waste of paper, and what you just said is very wrong. A person, no matter what he does, can't give up easily, he should have patience and perseverance, and everything can be done well!" Hearing my mom's words, my face immediately turned red, feeling very ashamed. In my heart, I thought: actually, mom's words are right. Well, as long as there is patience, anything can be done well. So I continued to think. After a while, I finally figured it out! The next day, the art teacher praised my homework, I was happy and smiling.

Drawing is difficult, but it also brings me endless fun.

When Grandpa watched TV, he liked to watch Peking Opera the most, and the faces of the people in it were drawn with a brush. So, I took out the palette, pen, mirror, and then one face to the TV characters, one side of the mirror to draw themselves. After a long time, I finally finished my drawing, and I drew myself as "Guan Yu"! I ran to Grandpa to surprise him. When Grandpa saw me, he was shocked and said, "Aigoo, when did a little boy appear in my house? When did a little "Guan Yu" appear in my house? Grandpa said, the two of us immediately laughed.

Painting can be really fun! I like to draw, but also learned from a truth: a person, no matter what you do, can not easily give up, be patient, perseverance, anything can be good.

2. to painting as the topic of the composition to be about 500 words, the level of junior high school good answer to the additional

I paint a picture of the fall

I as in the recollection of an unparalleled exhibition of paintings, those wonderful paintings in front of my eyes sped past. Between the glimpses, I seem to see a painting of fall.

--Title

The scenery is different in the fall, and the geese in Hengyang are not paying attention.

I was born and grew up outside the city. I'm not sure if I've ever had a good time, but I'm sure I've had a good time. The impression of the fall is not as hot as summer, and not as cold as winter. But the fall of the plug is different, the morning out still shivering, but one to the noon people have to retreat from the thick clothes, wearing a cool up.

The scenery in the fall of this plug is not general, should be the leaves, red leaves cover the sky of the season, but now out of extraordinarily vibrant. Leaves high this head refuses to lower. Hold up the green body, bear the temperature difference proudly, but there are a few pieces can not hold up, supporting the body gradually turning yellow eclipsed floated down to the ground, the appearance of no fall seems to be declaring their own failure. Red leaves are rare, occasionally a few, but also by the literary youth to make bookmarks, clip in their favorite books. The autumn color under the city must be colorful, that is full of *** color impact, is the perfect portrayal of the scenery under the city.

Withered vines, old trees and crows, small bridges and flowing rivers.

Once in a while, I went to the south of the river, and also enjoyed the autumn color of Jiangnan that is warm and moist like jade. The town moves sound and color to depict an exquisite scenery. Stroll in the thought will be on the path, the sunset wonderful silhouette like a pantomime. No words are needed to express everything. The leisurely rising smoke and the mooring of the water reflected, the simple wooden bridge and the people's home **** with the construction of a beautiful picture.

The autumn of Jiangnan as a young girl's soft voice tells a wonderful story. Also like a soft brush strokes on white paper sketched out a picture of autumn colors. Although there is nothing special, but the warmth and tranquility is worth letting people stand and taste in general.

Since ancient times, autumn is sad and lonely, I say autumn is better than spring.

Standing in the middle of the endless rice fields, the breeze is gentle, but also led to a large area of rice paddies like the waves of the general undulation. The fragrance of the rice comes to my nose. A large area of golden yellow, the emergence of a few figures, stooping up that robust and powerful even if they do not talk to them can also be seen in their hearts that are about to overflow of joy. The women wore headscarves, bundled straw, and talked about their families. Their joy is reflected in the tall piles of grain next to them.

Looking up, the blue sky, golden fields. And the people wearing different clothes into a still picture, this is not very harmonious several colors together also faintly show a simple to. Like unintentionally spilled paint but into a unique painting in general, people want to from the bottom of the heart up a smile.

This is a painting of autumn, I do not know from which handwriting, reach out and touch, I have realized that the original creator is the vast nature

-- Afterword

3. to a painting as the subject of a composition, 400 words or so

a painting of the thought of

Li Yixiao

I was very excited and quickly wrote an essay on the topic.

I was so excited that I quickly flipped the whole book "Happy Summer Vacation" around vigorously, always repeating one action: flipping! When I stopped, I inadvertently saw a picture that brought my excitement down.

The painting is a heartbreaking picture: the sun is shining brightly, a small child on the roadside, left jump, right jump, so happy. He was followed by a 70-year-old grandfather with a wrinkled face. He was carrying a heavy clip on his back, making his back was not straight more bent; hands are not idle, left hand carrying a brand new learning basket, which is full of painting tools; right hand holding a doll umbrella, propped up to the top of the head of the little brother above, their own sweaty behind.

At this point, I thought of my collage. He is an only child, as soon as school is over, he threw his schoolbag on his grandfather, his head was sweating, and he took out some bits and pieces of money from his pocket, and solemnly put it into his grandson's hand, adding one sentence from time to time: "Hurry up and take it, and don't say anything to your mother, oh, my heart and soul, good boy!"

Now, most of the children are only children, each tender skin, are pampered out of the family, each became a small emperor, small son, small princess, elders have become a slave, by the only child commanded round and round, like a gyroscope. I'm worried every time I think about it.

Students, we are the future of the motherland, the hope of the nation. The flowerpot can not grow in the pine, birdcage can not fly eagle. Let's do it ourselves and cultivate our independence from a young age, so that we can hold up a piece of heaven in the future!

4. To "draw my world" as the theme of the writing

Draw my world How can I describe the world I live in? The clouds above your head, the solid, wide-open ground on your feet, and the river that runs through it are all the things you want to see. What I miss in my heart is the past with the river running to the sky, and what I resist in my consciousness is the future with the gusty winds swirling around me. What words should be used to describe this world? Firm, or confused; calm, or restless; full, or empty. In the different every day, but also in this same world, with that different words to interpret the same self. So, what is the most true model of the world? Remember the moment of success. Joy bursts out from the heart with every drop of blood and rushes to the whole body. Then the firm seedling broke out from the heart, was watered by the time to become stronger and stronger, and finally, under the wide sky of the world stood up a big tree, giving me the direction, telling me to be strong. Thus, there is determination in my world. Firmly struggling, firmly moving forward, firmly shouting. I remember those moments of ignorance. Stubbornly squinting at the blinding sunlight and saying she is gentle. The childish argument of counting the stars in the sky and claiming to be great. Stubbornly arguing with my parents and failing in the end to say that I insisted on the truth. All this is like a dream, I can't remember the exact plot but I know it really existed. Gradually, I realized that there was a new word in my world: confused. Confused stubbornness, confused childishness, confused stubbornness. In this way in my world in a different way out of the different words, telling themselves different answers: lonely, empty, happy, sad, relaxed ...... So, what is the world's truest touch? In the gradual questioning, I can finally gradually sure of the real appearance of the world. I think it is full of hope. No matter what words I use to describe myself every day, it must be a life full of hope. Hope in sorrow makes you strong. Hope in restlessness makes you calm. Hope in the midst of steadfastness will lead to more and more upward mobility. It hangs above the world like the sun, spreading the light of hope in every corner, reminding me not to be negative when I'm down, not to be depressed when I'm empty, and not to be sad when I'm lost. At this time, I can finally say with certainty that the truest form of my world is full of hope! In fact, everyone has a different world. Or firm, or confused; or calm, or restless; or full, or empty. But no matter what should be positive and hopeful heart to face. Let yourself live in a world of hope, and how pleasant it is. I think at this time you will also realize more of the true meaning of life. This is my world, confused, determined, calm, impatient, full, empty. But I know that hope is her true form. My world, the world of hope.

5. Write a 4oo essay on the topic of learning to paint

I love painting

I am a cheerful, optimistic, lovely little girl, I have a lot of specialties, such as playing the piano, singing,

...... I am most proud of painting.

The activity of painting, don't mention how attractive it is! As long as the art class, I came to energy.

What to draw

La, the moon and stars,

trees, cartoon characters, and so on, will cause me great interest.

Speaking of love of painting,

friends, please listen to me to tell you things one by one.

I have been learning to draw since

I didn't think drawing was good when I was little, and I always thought it was a hard thing to do. But since I learned to draw, I immediately changed this point of view. I realized that the original painting is not terrible, but will make me more happy.

I've drawn many things, one of them is called

and was even exhibited in the class !

My father liked to see my paintings, so he supported me and bought me all kinds of brushes,

and some paper.

I finished my homework and started to draw, as soon as I picked up the brush, I forgot everything, and sometimes forgot to eat. I drew and drew, I drew the spring scenery, I drew the summer sea, I drew the maple leaves in the fall, I drew

......

In these five years of learning to draw, I was like a small

property experienced a variety of things, but also had tasted the sweet and sour .

Whenever I see the works of great writers, I can not help but pick up the pen and paper.

I remember once, I was learning to draw, with

also painted a good, but a color to a mess. I was devastated. After returning home

insisted on painting every day,

six months passed, I painted can also look. I love painting and want to be a great painter, please support me.

Now I have been in the fourth grade, the level of painting has obviously improved. Looking back to the previous failure, I finally common sense the joy of success.

All in all, I am a little girl who loves to draw and can draw, children, you like me, right?

In short, I am a little girl who loves to draw and can draw!

If you like me, come and see me in class 8 of the fourth grade! But I'm not talking about drawing on paper, I'm talking about drawing on the blackboard.

In the morning, the flag-raising ceremony, I was listening to the traffic police brigade chief speech, suddenly, Mr. Jia took the math book came to my side, said to me: "Zhou Yang, you put the book on the four spheres on the blackboard to draw out." Said the teacher pointed to the four spheres on the book with his finger.

I had to break away from the team and run to the classroom in full view of everyone. The spheres were pretty hard to talk about, only part of them could be drawn with a compass and ruler, and part of them had to be drawn by hand.

While I was drawing, I was referring to the drawings in the book, afraid that my drawing was not good.

As I drew, I was referring to the book, fearing that I would not be able to draw well. At the same time, I was complaining, "I drew two bottles for the teacher in the last hobby class, and this time I have to do it."

All said and done, I still feel very honored in my heart.

This is the first time I've drawn a sphere, and I think I'm pretty good at it.

Next is half a sphere, I began to paint, this time, the students lined up up up, I was a little embarrassed. Later, the teacher also came up, I still have a not painted, the teacher said, "Zhou Yang, you paint your, faster ah."

Finally, I drew a good one, and flew back to my seat. The teacher said: "Well, the painting is quite good, and we will see what Zhou Yang painted.

She put the painting well, we have to class is much easier ah." I'm not sure what I mean.

At the end of the class, some students said, "Zhou Yang, your drawing is really 'good' ah." He put the word "good" deliberately aggravated the tone, which is clearly praise but not flat, really angry with me.

Some other students said, "Zhou Yang, the painting is quite good." Hey, this is like it, you know, in the blackboard painting is not so easy thing ah.

I wish I had another chance to draw on the board next time, but I'll be damned if I'm not good enough.

I wish I had another chance to draw on the blackboard, but if I don't draw well, I'll be a loser. Do you understand the deep moral of his cartoon? Below, I will tell you a famous cartoon story of Grandpa Hua Junwu--"False Illiteracy". The story takes place in a long-distance passenger transportation station. As the Spring Festival was approaching, there were especially many travelers here. The leaders of the station tried every possible means to adjust the vehicles and increase the frequency, but there were always too few vehicles and too many people to help. Especially in the passenger boarding, it is hard to wait for a car, everyone will flock to you, you scramble, afraid of not occupying the seat. This will suffer which hold the child's mother, they are always strong and powerful men crowded on one side, it is not easy to get on the train, can only be standing there by the people crowded around, the child wailed and cried, the mother also followed the tears. In order to solve this problem, the station staff thought of a way, in the entrance next to the opening of a boarding channel, and erected a high sign - "mother and child boarding place". This approach, it is convenient for mothers with small children, they can be separated from other people, take a special channel to get on the bus in advance. But the good times don't last long, not even two days later, this special lane for mothers and children to get on the bus was occupied by a group of young and strong "big kids" again. This is not, today, the ancient city kindergarten Auntie Amei encountered this annoying. Early in the morning, Auntie Amei with a large bag of luggage, holding less than four-year-old son to the station. From a distance, she saw the high signage - "Mother and Child Boarding Area". She was overjoyed and ran straight to the station with her child in her arms. When she got there, she saw that the group of people standing here were not women and children, but a few big men with big bellies and round waists. She managed to carry the child to the front, but these men stood there as if no one else was moving, not the slightest intention to give way to them. She stood helplessly on the side and surveyed these people: the one standing in the front seems to be a national cadre, wearing a straight yellow tweed coat, the crocodile brand shoes on the feet of the black shiny black bright, spotless, his hands in the coat pockets, without looking at the eye stood there, motionless; the second seems to be a middle-aged soldiers, stout body, decent Mao lapel coat, so that a person feels a kind of majesty, he is higher than the first one, half a head taller than the first one, and the first one, the first one is the first one. He is taller than the front of the big half a head, standing there with his eyes closed, as if he is resting his eyes; the third seems to be an intellectual, a pair of gold glasses, looks knowledgeable, very cultivated, it is hard to say, to see his eyes do not slant, thoughtful look, may still be a professor it! The fourth seemed to be a doctor, a big snow-white mask covered most of his face, his wise eyes were slightly closed, as if he had been studying the back of the head of the professor in front of him; ...... Auntie Amei observed the face of each person from front to back, they seemed to be very orderly standing there motionless, as if the helpless mothers and crying children were simply not the same as those next to them. and crying children next to them simply didn't exist. With great difficulty, A-Mei summoned up the courage to walk up to the "national cadre" at the front, "Comrade, you haven't been paying attention, have you, this is the 'Mother and Child Boarding Area'". The man still didn't look away, "I'm sorry, I'm illiterate." Although his voice was not loud, the group of people standing behind him must have heard him, but still none of them responded. At this point, Mei didn't know where the courage came from; he raised his son, who was attending kindergarten, high above his head and said loudly, "Son, please take the few big words on this sign and read them to these uncles and grandfathers of yours!" "Mother -- son -- on -- car -- place, mother --child ......", a childish voice echoed through the station, and one by one the false illiterates woke up as if from a dream, and returned to where they were supposed to be with their big bags and small bags. At this time, the children's cries were gone, only to see the mothers and children very consciously lined up, standing neatly under the "Mother and Child Boarding Area" sign. When the bus came, people boarded the bus one by one consciously, of course, Auntie Amei and her son also sat in the window seats early, just like the other mothers and children. Done!

8. Write a 300-word essay on the topic "I like to paint"

My hobby is painting, and I dream of becoming a famous painter who paints one beautiful picture after another.

In my heart painting is a wonderful thing, it can bring me unlimited happiness, it can also put what I think of, what I see with a brush record.

I remember the first time I wanted to paint, was on the way back home. It was the golden fall season, and the vast plains were covered with golden rice paddies. Big onions, small onions tightly embraced together floating with the wind, just got off a big pear just smashed in the head. This is really a beautiful painting.

From then on I fell in love with painting, I want to see the beautiful scene with a brush to paint, the blessing with a brush to write down to teachers, friends!