Ask for an essay Art in My Eyes about 400 words 5

I left behind my wings and some hopes, thinking that the clouds of the past were gone.

I vaguely remember, smiling and standing under the rose shelf, the dream full of flowers

and the rainbow that is sketched with a paintbrush.

In my heart, I have never faded but ......

The art in my mind is not a picture drawn with a pen, not a splash of color, but a gorgeous world full of all the colors of the world outlined with my heart. It doesn't have psychedelic brushstrokes, but it can shake my lonely heartstrings; There are no colorful color blocks in the clouds and fog, but they can make me drunk on the colorful stage of life! Ah, the art in my heart is all I confess to you!

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400 words is not difficult, just break it blindly, what you have learned, what problems you have encountered, how to solve them, and you will have a feeling.

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Among the painting methods I have learned, the one that makes me feel the most mysterious is Chinese painting. Simple water, ink, pen and rice paper can not only draw flowers and birds, landscapes, but also animals and people. A soft brush, with the shade of ink, can express the world, not only tangible, but also give people a god-like feeling.

What's even more amazing is that the ink and paint painted on the paper will not fade when exposed to water. Chinese painting is truly a treasure of our country.

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If I pick up a paintbrush and paint my beautiful fantasy - a new home for mankind If humans move to a new home - Mars in a few decades, then I hope that human beings will not build so many factories, control the number of human beings, build fewer buildings, and leave more natural environment, such as primeval forests, lakes, etc.

School is our happy learning garden, I hope to be built in nature, where we can breathe fresh air and swim and learn knowledge. There is no homework, no big exams, no study pressure, so that all of us have become small champions.

Of course, I hope that the new home of mankind is a country, where there are no wars and disputes between countries, and that mankind will work together to live healthily! If all human beings are moved from the earth to Mars, the earth will recover quickly without pollution, and in a few hundred years, the earth will be completely new again, and then Mars and the earth will be available for human use in turn. If I were the leader of this country, I would let everyone have freedom, make the best use of their talents, and make the best use of their resources, so that people with disabilities would have something to do and food to eat.

Animals also have their own rights, so people can't just catch and kill animals. I still have to do many meaningful things for future generations to go down in history with this period.

He was admitted to a prestigious school in Australia by setting tableware.

Life is not a lack of beauty, but a lack of eyes to find it. There are often many works of art that we don't observe, but one day we saw a work of art in composition class.

It was a red peony, there were two small birds in the painting, there were many peonies next to the birds, the peonies were pink, exuding a fragrance, like a girl sprinkling perfume on the flowers, the two little birds chirping, as if praising the peony flower, "This flower is so beautiful!" ”

yes, yes, and it's delicious! ”

At this moment, a butterfly flew over and said, "How can there be such beautiful butterflies here?" ”

The butterfly said, "You lied to me, didn't you?" If you don't believe it, you ......What's going on? It was a butterfly just now, huh? "It turned out that the petals were too much like a butterfly.

At this time, as if a gust of wind was blowing, the peony flowers danced in the wind, and the wind blew the fragrance into the forest, and many animals admired it next to the flowers.

If I were a flower, I would let the wind send my fragrance to the world, let many animals smell the fragrance, I would let the rain water make me feel fresh, let me always smell the fragrance.

I really want to go into the painting and see it, I will touch the feathers of the birds, smell the fragrance of the flowers, if I live in the painting, it would be great.

The painting hanging on the wall of my dining room is different, it is three-dimensional, the convex and concave are obvious, the picture shows a Nordic style family courtyard, the yard is surrounded by green mountains and green water, the sky is blue, the water is clear, the garden is quiet, people feel that everything is so harmonious and natural! On the left side of the painting, there is an old tree, the bark is a little mottled, the trunk is thick, and there is a bird's nest specially made by the owner, the branches and leaves of the tree are very luxuriant, and there are pale yellow tweeds! At the bottom of the tree, there are two large chairs, a bench and a coffee table, all made of logs, the vase of the coffee table is filled with yellow mountain chrysanthemums, a few red strawberries are placed in the fruit bowl, a blue, soft silk scarf is placed on the bench at random, and a wide-brimmed, very delicate lady's white hat hangs on the arm of the chair.

I seem to see a girl wearing graceful and luxurious clothes, what a joy to come to this natural environment! She breathes freely! She's running wild!

On the right side of the painting, there is a street lamp standing in the grass, its lampshade is very special, it is a cylindrical shape, the light leaks out from the square hole chiseled around, it appears softer, quiet, there is a well in the yard, the circle is built with red bricks around the well, and a triangular roof is also erected with wood on the top of the well, and it can be vaguely seen that the beam is tied with a rope for drawing water. The whole yard is sunken, it is relatively independent, the surrounding of the courtyard is a low wall that is semi-open, painted white, it looks more tidy, there are several small steps at the exit of the yard, climb the steps, you can see a piece of green mountains outside the courtyard, a pool of green water. I love this painting, I never get tired of looking at it, and that's what I yearn for the most!

You don't have to write a painting. I think it's the family, or the grandparents who do it for you. The picture is more beautiful than any painting, isn't it?

Art in my eyes is neither a painting of a master nor something difficult to understand. In my eyes, it's just a simple thing.

Spring, the revival of all things, is art; In summer, birds sing on the branches, which is art; In autumn, the wheat waves rise and fall in the wind, which is art; In winter, the snow is fluttering, which is the ...... of art

In fact, art is not necessarily difficult to understand, as long as we observe carefully, we can find that art is found in every place in life!

I always feel that things will be lost when I put them around, and only those that are treasured in my heart will never be forgotten ......It was the summer vacation of one year, and because of the piano exam, I could only hold back the joy of being admitted to junior high school and practice at home. It was so hot and humid, and I had ice in my mouth. Practicing vigorously.

From morning to noon, and then to evening, I could finally shake off my sore shoulders, and I couldn't help but go out onto the balcony ......

Suddenly, I heard a voice, and the characteristic breeze of a summer evening, suddenly hazy and clear, drifting into my ears, brushing my cheeks, brushing my bangs. The leaves rustle and the sunset is subtle and soft. In this moment, the world became surprisingly still, as if only this voice existed.

Oh, it's the sound of the flute, it's someone playing the flute, this flute is tactful and melodious, comfortable and smooth, only a quiet person can play it so well.

I was intoxicated and calmed ......It took a long time to wake up from thinking and imagining.

In the days that followed, I noticed that every evening, the flute would sound, but the flute I heard later was not as good as the first time. Every day, as soon as I put down the piano, the flute would sound on time, and I would run to the balcony and look downstairs at the construction site and listen carefully. I imagine that the flute player is a lonely old man, talking about his heart; Maybe it's a child, but I see a child playing the flute on the back of an old buffalo......