Art, there is such a beauty Narrative essay 500 words

Art is a commonplace sight for people, and every grass and tree, flower and tree on the side of the road, as long as it follows its natural nature, can be the owner of beauty, and can be called "art". Art is indispensable in people's lives, that is, people who do not appreciate art cannot live.

Mr. Feng Zikai believes that "artistic samadhi" is: "diversity, unity, unity of diversity." It is easy for people to achieve diversity and unity, but it is difficult to understand the unity of diversity, in fact, the unity of diversity is everywhere in life, and simply put, it is just a phenomenon that goes with the flow and is not pretentious.

The small trees on the side of the road are large and small, tall and short, but they are neatly arranged on both sides of the road, which is the unity of diversity. If people cut them to a normal size, they look neat, but who will feel the true beauty of art? A person rests peacefully on a chair on a sunny afternoon, but this person is extremely unelegant, but on the whole, there is indescribable beauty, which is also the unity of diversity.

Art advocates nature, nature, and no pretense, which is why famous foreign oil paintings have endured. Mr. Feng Zikai once wrote in his article: "Once upon a time, when I was studying painting, one day I found that a friend had a very good posture and asked him to let me draw a sketch, and he set a limit for tomorrow. The morrow came he shaved his head, changed into a new set of clothes, straightened his neck and sat down in a chair, and taught me how to draw ......Such people are not enough to speak of beauty.

Nature often appears in places where people are not aware of it, and when they want to capture it, they are replaced by hypocrisy, so most artists in time paint still lifes, and the beauty of nature is very valuable in their eyes.

'Beauty' is created by God's hand, and it is the artist who creates beauty by pretending to be God's hand. "In fact, everyone is an artist of life, the key is how to look at art!

Do your parents know this?

The process - is so beautiful.

Life is about completing a difficult task, which is full of fun. When you approach this task with a loose heart, it will give you a lesson to be drunk in the head, on the contrary, when you do every detail meticulously and carefully, you will feel the indescribable beauty of reaching every success. But whether it's a lesson or a wonderful, after the past, you will find that the process is a kind of enjoyment.

Life, which gives people a lot of enjoyment at any time, stems from that beautiful process:

When it comes to recreational fishing, if you are impetuous, impatient, pull up the rod for a while, and put it down again, then you will get nothing. At the same time, your mood will also be penetrated, and you will not achieve the desired goal. So, you have to learn to enjoy it, feel the fun with your heart, when the line shakes violently, the rod shakes slightly, and the fish is hooked!

At this time, you pull the rod again, and the lively fish jump out of the water, and the water splashes everywhere, what a spectacular scene, what a process to celebrate.

It is not difficult to find that work is also a kind of enjoyment. In the morning, when the sun rises, you are caught up in the hustle and bustle of the day, and you are creating something with your own hands. There is the watch of the blue sky and white clouds, accompanied by the bright sunshine, and the gentle breeze comes, relying on all things in the world, like playing a cheerful music.

Look, isn't it also a pleasure to be so comfortable?

The journey home is also a process of enjoyment. Whether you're in a car or on foot, the "guards" on both sides of the road flash quickly, and all in front of you are refreshing green. And the vehicles that come and go always give people a clear and brisk sense of speed, as if they are flying above the white clouds, and suddenly relieve a lot of tiredness after work, this is enjoyment, happiness and lightness.

Of course, life cannot be smooth sailing, and there are many uncertainties, there are sour, sweet, bitter and spicy, this is life. When you encounter failure, don't be discouraged, no matter how hard it is, you must be strong, if the heart is there, the dream is there. Think as much as you can about the good, think about the happy things, think about the people you love and the people you love, and then sort out the clues, find the reasons for the failure, take the warning, and start all over again.

And then continue to enrich yourself, improve yourself, after going through the ups and downs, you will find that because of this process of failure, so you have grown.

When I was old, I sat in the garden and watched the sunset, recalling how long the road I had traveled in the past, but I had no regrets. I enjoyed this process of life, and finally walked into the next century with a sweet smile...

Summer beauty. In my memory, the sound of cicadas has always been accompanied by the midsummer holidays. For example, now the sound of summer cicadas outside the window is mixed in the warm sunlight, and the air has become as if it can be touched.

That's why I have a special preference for this season that is always hot.

I like summer, because I like the big trees that have existed since I can remember, and the clouds in the sky are dyed with green green.

The green is not the caution of spring, not the lingering breath of autumn, and not the nowhere to be found in winter. It was so green that it seemed to be woven into a dense web. Under the caress of the sun, the flow of every drop of green juice seems to be so clearly visible, like a piece of clear jade.

At this time, the big tree exudes a kind of youthful beauty, and the green and sunlight in the eyes of passers-by are intertwined, telling them to go to Qi Chi Chuang, to struggle, to cherish the most abundant period of life, the breeze is swaying, sprinkling a mottled place, like a naughty god breaking the glass. The sky boils the clouds as if they were boiled water, and the boiling clouds roll and stretch and hug each other in the sky. But the sky is getting bluer and bluer, like an upside-down sea, which makes me intoxicated, and like a foreign girl's smiling eyes, the corners of my mouth are raised.

Have you ever felt the sunlight dancing on your cheeks through the cracks of doors and windows on a summer afternoon, or the fantasy of lying in the sun without bounds?

It is different from the dream-like awakening of spring, different from the sentimentality of autumn, and will not be compared with the shivering of winter. Summer is always a big boy full of sales. The warm sunshine is his energetic smile, he will give you more than ninety sweet dreams with a bright smile that illuminates the world, he will drive away the sadness for you like an innocent and romantic child, and he will make your whole heart become warm.

Summer afternoons are always leisurely, move a bamboo bed, put your hands behind your head and enjoy an afternoon of comfort, or cheer with the neighbors. When the eyebrows are also dyed with sunshine and smiles are mixed in the warm air, the beauty of summer is included in the heart, and it will not disappear for a year.

I love summer, and I like to feel the busyness and joy of this season from the hearty laughter and fine sweat beads of the vendors.

Summer is a season of light and heat. The day dawned early, but the night was too shy to come out. Sometimes, on weekend mornings, it is usually a time to wake up to the "buzz of people", open the curtains, and the sun can't wait to run around the house.

When I went downstairs to buy breakfast, I could always hear the "okay" one after another, and I could always see the swarthy and red smiling faces under the sweaty forehead. These migrant workers are always easy to satisfy, but they always cherish their time the most, and their busy figures are another scenery in summer.

In summer, it is the verdant trees that dye the light and shadow that pass through the cracks, the ice cream that melts quickly in the hands runs down from the fingers, and the butterflies fly over and land on the girl's flower dress; Summer is a time when children often sneak out of the house after the adults take a nap to do something unbridled and unbridled.

These are the beauty of summer, and they are all reasons why I love summer.

Art is not far away from us, and sleep is all around us. It can be a song, a painting, or an inconspicuous little craft. Where there is art, there is beauty. Now I will take you into the garden of art, feel the charm of art, and be influenced by beauty.

Art, noble and elegant, full of interest. It's a beautiful thing to communicate with art.

In my current study, there is the subject of art. It is a combination of fine arts. Every time we take this class, we swim in the ocean of art and feel all the beautiful things, and then you realize how wonderful the things around you are!

I learned calligraphy from my father, which gave me a deeper understanding of calligraphy. Calligraphy is the quintessence of my life. Since ancient times, people have taken calligraphy as the pride of our Chinese.

Seeing that the teacher, my father, was holding a pen dipped in ink and swaying it on the rice paper a few times, giving full play to it, and after a while, a few vigorous and powerful typing words were completed, which was applauding. Looking at these few big characters, are they just a few big characters? Don't you think that they symbolize the strong, unyielding, and tenacious will and strength of our Chinese?

Today, when I picked up the brush and wanted to write a few large characters, however, my hands were shaking. No, I can't do that, I don't forget that I'm Chinese! So, I bravely wrote the first stroke.

A good start is half the battle, and I wrote it flawlessly, with an indescribable sense of mission in my heart.

If you can have a beautiful ** when writing, then I think the greatest joy in life is nothing more than this. With the beautiful melody beating, happy elves are born.

Friends, love art! When you are immersed in it, it is a great pleasure!

Let us use a pair of sharp eyes to discover the "beauty" of --- art in life!

It was another boring art class, the teacher was chattering in front of me, and I was bored flipping through the art books. Inadvertently, a painting broke into my sight: a large bouquet of sunflowers, golden **yellow, incomparably brilliant open.

It gave me a strong sense of vision, and all of a sudden, the cold tones in my heart were covered by this warm tone. The dark green leaves in the painting are also rendered by the main color of gold.

The teacher told us that this painting is the famous painter Van Gogh's work "Sunflowers", which shows a bouquet of sunflowers blooming brilliantly in the sun, and highlights Van Gogh's love for life and art through the vigorous exaggeration and rendering ......of color

I stared at this sunflower that was blooming and began to recall, as if in my memory, Chinese painting did not pay attention to color, but only to the likeness. With a stroke of the brush, the painting is impressive, and the Chinese painting contains too much spirit, and Van Gogh's painting releases too much enthusiasm. The sunflowers are brilliantly and uninhibitedly open, swaying in the wind, this beauty - a little unrestrained, a little fiery, a little uninhibited, and a little indulgent.

If you look closely, the petals dancing messily, one by one, are staggered, and the huge smiling faces like the sun give the petals the impetus to dance wildly. Regardless of whether the lines are rough or not, the golden color obscures everything. Perhaps, this is Van Gogh's painting, with a big brush, with a big color palette, with a fierce color, to cover up all the displeasure of the painter, with the brush to the fullest, with the hue to splash the color to the fullest, no one can see the painter's inner pain.

After the teacher explained Van Gogh's unfortunate life, I once again enjoyed his "Sunflowers" The sunflowers are like a brilliant sunset, dazzling, but they are alone in a vase, with a yellow background, giving people a sad feeling, it seems to be the empty scene after the feast, the lights are not extinguished, which makes people feel heavy. I suddenly felt that Van Gogh was like this bunch of sunflowers, no matter how difficult it was, he tried to lift up his stubborn, bitter smile. This time, I found that this beauty is a little bitter, a little bitter, a little stubborn, and a little arrogant.

It is true that I only understand and understand this one painting, or a small point of it, but I am very fortunate that I can still find beauty in the art of painting, although it is only a painting, however, the inspiration given to me is endless, and the changes given to me are enormous.

I found beauty in the art of painting! I read my art book ...... earnestly and religiously

Sketch. Suddenly, I fell in love with sketching, and those old tones, spread in black and white, always evoking my pale memories.

I am accustomed to finding beauty in black and white, layers of tones, accustomed to the interlacing vertical and horizontal lines blending with each other, and finally formed the most beautiful graticule in my mind, and I am used to the black, white, and gray that I never get tired of seeing. The layers are clear, and my heart is also calm. I think I like the elegance of sketching, plain, unassuming, like a shy flower blooming quietly in some unknown corner.

What kind of magic is the ** composed of these lines, the white composed of black? They always remind me of a lot of black and white ** stories, let me open the memory that has been buried for many years, maybe it has long been rotten and unbearable, but the rotten wreckage is still inscribed, they have been here and have been proud.

I like the faint fragrance of the pencil, and I often use the gel pen in the days, and occasionally pick up the pencil to regain the memories of the past, and I can't put it down, like a warming machine, warm and eternal. The faded green paint on the pencil shaft is a testament to my small brilliance. Suddenly, a beam of light came, forming a cluster of white light at the interface of black and white, like a photo, a corner was missing, only the dazzling white remained, and the endless white was distressing.

I guess that blank may have been a matter of a moment. But it will become an eternal spot in the sun, a spot of recorded happiness.

I like to use a pencil to draw a variety of colors and feelings. They appear uniform but not monotonous. Those color changes appear so harmonious, neat, and intriguing.

I remembered Liang Ying's "Sadness in G Major", and the black and white lines may be the sadness that is about to leave, and it is gradually drifting away, so the lines of my pen begin to speak. Tell the stories of those old and faded millions of years ago, and those who were once washed away by the torrent of time. This black, white and gray may be the calm and dazzling after the passage of time.

Every scar is reflected brilliantly.

With a husky pencil, I lightly understate my youth, even if the lines are dim or pale, it is always like a string that does not break, softly singing about our little world. The intricate and scattered lines, composed of black and white or intertwined pictures, are sprinkled with happiness, reflecting the scratches of the passage of time, beautiful and shocking. Scribbling the dark side with a pencil always made me feel that something was gradually deepening, so the more I painted, the clearer it became, and gradually, as if a story that had been sealed for thousands of years broke through the ground in an instant.

As it has always been, it has not changed.

In fact, each of us has not changed, but the time has been missed, and I still love the time of black, white and gray, as simple and clean as we are.

Probably not good, hope.