He has a great artistic talent since he was a child. He can make vivid paper-cuts and create many amazing paintings. All the neighbors sighed and called him a genius. However, this "genius" is not an excellent student, and attending classes is simply torture for him. In class, he either fantasizes aimlessly or looks at the trees and birds outside the window. Picasso became the object of ridicule by his classmates. They like to run to his desk and make fun of him: "Picasso, what is two plus one?" Then I laughed at Picasso's stupidity.

Even teachers often vividly describe Picasso's "dementia" in front of Picasso's parents, and Picasso's mother felt ashamed. Almost everyone thinks Picasso is a fool. Only Picasso's father still firmly believes that although his son can't read, he is very talented in painting. His true understanding and appreciation of children. He said to his son, "you are nothing without a watch, because you can't do arithmetic." You are still a genius in painting. " Little Picasso looked at his father's determined face and found some confidence. Sure enough, Picasso always seems to draw brilliant pictures effortlessly, and gradually forgets his "incompetence" in his homework.

As a bad student, Picasso has been locked up in school for a long time. There were only benches and empty walls in the confinement room, but Picasso was very happy. Because he can draw freely there with a stack of paper. With the support of his father, Picasso immersed himself in the imaginary world every day. Although his lessons are not good, he found happiness in the world of painting.

Qi Baishi

During the War of Resistance against Japanese Aggression period, the commander and spy chief of Beiping puppet police announced his birthday and invited Qi Baishi, a master of Chinese painting, to a banquet to paint. Qi Baishi came to the banquet, looked around the room full of guests, thought for a while, and spread out the paper. In a blink of an eye, an ink crab jumped out of the paper and everyone was full of praise. Xuan was beaming. Unexpectedly, with a stroke of his pen, Qi Baishi wrote a line on the painting: "See how long you have to be wild", then wrote "General Wu Tie", and then looked up and left.

A traitor wants a painting. Qi Baishi painted a tumbler with a white nose and a black silk hat, and wrote a poem: "The black silk and white fan are like officials, and the makeup is suddenly broken without pouring the original mud." Where is the heart? "

Mei Lanfang

Mei Lanfang has performance income. When she went to Hong Kong, she took it to Hong Kong and deposited it in the bank. However, shortly after returning to Shanghai, Hong Kong under the rule of the Japanese aggressors froze all this high deposit and could not withdraw it. Mei Lanfang, who has been living on interest, suddenly has difficulties in family life, and how the whole family can survive has become a problem that Mei Lanfang thinks day and night. He asked his wife what to do. The woman said, "Recently, the newspaper published the news that Ms. He Xiangning sells paintings for a living. We might as well learn from her. Give full play to your painting talent. How do you make a living by selling paintings? "

In fact, Mei Lanfang had this idea for a long time, but she didn't say it, for fear that her wife wouldn't agree. Since the lady took the initiative to speak, he naturally nodded. The two set out to conceive, the wife grinds ink and the husband paints. In less than eight days, I drew more than 20 pictures of fish, shrimp, plum and pine. When the public saw the eye-catching advertisement "Our store sells Mr. Mei Lanfang's latest works, welcome to visit", they snapped them up one after another. In less than two days, more than 20 paintings were all sold out.

After the news came out, the Shanghai literary and art circles, the press and the business circles reacted very strongly. Many celebrities proposed to hold an exhibition for Mei Lanfang. Mei Lanfang was particularly excited when she learned that. In order to live up to expectations, he practiced hard for half a month and painted dozens of works for the organizers to arrange. The organizer selected the Double Ninth Festival to be exhibited in the Shanghai Exhibition Hall, and invited Mei Lanfang and his wife to attend the ribbon-cutting ceremony.

However, the news spread like wildfire, and the Japanese, puppet and traitors colluded with each other and made trouble at will. They sent a group of plainclothes policemen into the exhibition hall in advance, and many visitors left one after another. Mei Lanfang was surprised to find that the door was empty. When he entered the exhibition hall, he found a note pinned to each painting, which read "President Wang's Order", "Vice President Zhou's Order" and "Chief Okamura Ningji's Order" ... Some of them read "Send to Tokyo for Exhibition". Mei Lanfang and his wife saw this scene, and their eyes were burning. They immediately picked up the paper cutter on the table and stabbed the picture. "wow! Wow! Hey! " After a few minutes, the Chinese painting turned into a piece of paper.

Mei Lanfang's indignant destruction of paintings soon spread throughout Shanghai and the whole country. The newspaper of Shanghai authorities published the first news, saying: "Minister Chu was dumbfounded, and an art exhibition was a false alarm!" Soong Ching Ling, Guo Moruo, He Xiangning and Ou Yangyuqian delivered speeches of solidarity, praising Mei Lanfang's integrity and being admired by the world. The masses also sent letters to support Mei Lanfang's patriotic action. Mei Lanfang was moved to tears when he saw that the people of the whole country appreciated and supported him so much. He excitedly said to his wife, "I, Mei Lanfang, am no longer a lonely swallow!" "

Beethoven

One day, Beethoven came to a restaurant for dinner. After ordering food, he was suddenly inspired, so he grabbed the menu on the dining table and made a song on the back of the menu. After a while, he was completely immersed in the beautiful melody. Seeing Beethoven's devotion, the waiter didn't dare to disturb him, and planned to serve him later. About an hour later, the waiter finally came to Beethoven's side: "Sir, are you ready to serve?" Beethoven paid the bill as if he had just woken up from a dream. The waiter is a monk like Zhang Er-confused: "Sir, you haven't eaten yet!" ""no! I'm sure I've eaten. " Beethoven didn't listen to the waiter's repeated explanations at all. After paying the price on the menu, he grabbed the menu full of notes and rushed out of the restaurant.