Essay on artistic practice activities on the topic of growing up in the sun

I had trouble participating in art activities, and others helped me.

It was in the first semester of the second year of junior high school, my mother was sick at home, and my father was busy with everything else, and his income could only support the family, plus my mother's medical expenses, I really couldn't come up with extra money for me to go to school. In the end, I reluctantly left the school with tears in my eyes, leaving the teachers and classmates I had been with all day. In the first few days when I arrived home, I was always in tears, and my parents were anxious when they saw it, and they couldn't help it, so they could only sigh.

I think of the school, the rows of tables and chairs in the spacious and bright classrooms, the childish faces of my classmates, the kind teaching and selfless care of the teachers, how much I want to go back to school, how much I want to go back to the teachers and classmates, how much I want to go to school! But in reality, these have become fantasies. One day, when I heard that the state had set up the "Hope Project" to save children who had dropped out of school due to poverty, my heart was filled with joy and hope.

I wish I could get help and go back to school. When I told my mother, she smiled miserably and said, "China is so big, there are so many people, when will it be your turn?"

I was convinced that I would, and that one day I would go back to school. With this good wish, I waited day by day, but time passed quickly, one day, two days, a week, two weeks ......A month has passed. Gradually, I lost my confidence.

Just when I was disappointed, I received a letter from Project Hope, and my hands trembled with excitement. When I opened the letter, the clear handwriting caught my eye: "Dear classmate, we learned from your school that you were forced to stop studying because of poverty at home, and you are a student who loves to learn, and we feel sorry that now the party and the state have launched the 'Hope Project', and she will help you and children like you go back to school."

Now, we are receiving donations from all over the country; When we learned of your situation, we would like to send you 50 yuan from the donation and send your tuition fee to your school, hoping that you can return to class as soon as possible. Finally, I wish you progress in your studies and good health! Don't live up to the expectations of the motherland and people, we are waiting for your good news!

When I finished reading it, tears welled up in my eyes. My parents were also very excited, and they affectionately told me to keep in mind the care of the party and the motherland. The next day, I put on my bag again and went back to school.

From that moment on, I really wanted to sing out loud, to dance, to sing about Project Hope, to sing about the great party, which made me thrive in the sun.

When I was a child, whenever the Spring Festival came, there were always many neighbors in the family holding strips of red paper, waiting in line for my father to write Spring Festival couplets for them in turn. That feeling, that scene, that person, especially my father's attentive expression when he wrote, the brush on the red paper sometimes wandering, sometimes jumping and dancing, let more than 40 spring and autumn vicissitudes go, I can't forget.

Since then, calligraphy, a beautiful and elegant, peaceful and mysterious artistic soul, has been deeply rooted in my life. I will always remember the teachings of my loving father, who was born in the old army, in the last years of his life, and his understanding of the field of calligraphy.

When I started scribbling, my father told me that there is a way to do anything. There is a law for peasants to farm the land, and there is a law for soldiers to fight wars.

You see the Peking Opera stage full of martial arts, a scuffle, but not chaotic, the generals on both sides, this spear poked, that big knife flew, the fight turned upside down, you see that both sides are not injured. Why?Because there is a law.

Everything must be done according to the law. To write, there must be a law. Perseverance for a lifetime.

Therefore, I have the gradual depiction of red, black, reflection, detachment, writing, backing, and even future creation in the long river of life. The ups and downs of this period have accompanied me through countless days and nights, especially in that long period of "like a river". In those lonely days, I put my life in the blue sky, in the wilderness, calligraphy accompanied me, soothed my heart, no matter what the outside world was, I was as tranquil as the sky and the wilderness, vast and rich.

At that time, I confirmed that calligraphy was really a happy, beautiful, and poetic dream that I had been waking up for the rest of my life.

In the days when I was learning calligraphy, my father saw that I was restless and told me: to learn calligraphy, at the beginning of the request for "no self", at the end of the must require "there is me". That is to say, any art must not be "sent under the fence" for life, and the same is true for the study of calligraphy, and finally it is required to have its own face.

History has always been one after another, each of them has become a family. Yan Zhenqing learned from Chu Suiliang, but after all, Yan Zhenqing is Yan Zhenqing, and Chu Suiliang is Chu Suiliang. First "get", then "remove", forming its own unique style.

When you get started, you have to work hard to the death, just like Han Xin's "backwater array", put it to death and come back to life, and the result is still to write it alive. That's what victory is. After more than 40 years, fragile lives can disappear at any time, everything can be empty in an instant, and only the soul of the deceased and the understanding of calligraphy will always exist.

My father's words led me to worship Ti as a teacher and complete the tasks I set every day "regularly" and "fixedly". In the dead of night, I wandered through the vast and profound history, and gradually indulged in the mystery and mystery of the world of calligraphy, so that today I can splash ink to express my feelings and express my heart.

Students' art practice activities.

One day during the winter vacation, I went to the city youth activity center to take the animation exam.

That morning, with a light rain in the sky, I entered the exam venue with a hint of nervousness.

Before the exam, I made careful preparations, and the topic I practiced was: A butcher was killing chickens, and his talented son couldn't bear to see such a bloody scene, covering his face and crying beside him, showing a painful expression.

In order to make this painting vivid and interesting, I went to the tutor's house to practice for two hours every day, and after a while, the teacher praised me for how good I painted, and I was full of confidence in passing the exam.

But as soon as I entered the exam room, I was dumbfounded, because the questions I had practiced before had nothing to do with the questions in this exam. This exam requires you to draw a little boy holding a flower and laughing. The Level 2 exam I am going to pass requires me to draw a static expression of a little boy.

For a moment, my mind went blank, but I quickly calmed down and started thinking.

After some hard thinking, I decided to draw a little boy with flowers, glasses, and a smile.

The invigilator frowned when he saw my drawing and said; "This picture is not anime style at all, Jane is just a children's drawing. Then she took a piece of paper and said, "I'm going to redraw it." ”

I re-drew it, and this time I drew a child with flowers in his hand, striding on a horse, smiling at everyone. This time, the painting was scribbled and revised, and it was not very beautiful, so I asked the teacher again for a piece of paper and redrew the drawing.

On a bright morning, the sun shrouded in the morning mist falling silently through the windows in the room, ...... in the classroomThe soft golden sunlight makes us feel fresh, warm, joyful and bright. Sunshine accompanies us every day. When I got up in the morning, I said hello to the sun; After school, I waved goodbye to the shallow sunshine, and life was full of sunshine.

There is sunshine everywhere in my life. Sometimes, sunshine is a word of concern, seemingly small, but heartwarming. Once, a classmate in the class was uncomfortable, and when other classmates saw him, they all came to care for him, shushing the cold and asking for warmth, a small greeting, but bringing endless warmth like sunshine to others.

Learning progress ......These may seem useless, but they give people a kind of satisfaction, a kind of joy, a kind of warmth, like the soft sun in the morning, so comfortable and happy.

Sunshine, or a "thank you". Every time someone helps me, or I help someone else, I always say "thank you" from the bottom of my heart! "Whether it's me or someone else, when I hear this, a kind of satisfaction, sincerity, and a happy smile will always appear on my face, and I feel so happy, so happy!

It's like the sun on a sunny day in winter, and the gentle fall of the sun on your body is enough to give you a good mood for the day!

Youth is the spring of life, and every little heart is a full seed, like a budding heart that has just germinated, with a sweet breath, standing tall under the warm and fresh sunshine. As long as there is a bright heart, the world will not be shrouded in darkness; As long as there is sunshine in the heart, the world will always be bright! Let your heart be full of sunshine, let yourself, and let others, walk with the sunshine!