Really interesting composition 1 "The relationship between the ladies has been admiring for the whole life, or they have embraced each other and talked to each other in the same room; or they have wandered away because of their entrustment. Although there are many different interests, they are still and quiet. The restlessness is different. When you are happy with what you encounter, you are content with yourself for the time being, and you don't know that old age is coming. "A person's life is to constantly pursue the joy of life."
Fortunately, I discovered the interest of painting during this summer vacation. With an easel, a drawing board, a few interesting brushes, a quiet corner and a sincere heart, you can experience the beauty of painting. In my ears are the ups and downs of cicada chirping, occasionally punctuated by the mechanical notes of passing cars. Repeated and swaying brushstrokes leave imprints on the paper, deep and shallow, ups and downs. The changes in the brushstrokes are like surging tides, mysterious and unpredictable. If you want to depict the structure and texture of an object, you need to use your heart and eyes, put yourself in the painting, observe carefully, and outline carefully. Every time at this time, it is like breaking into a maze, stumbling to find the exit, being trapped in a big web of confusion, constantly struggling and trying, and in the process of self-mockery, I gradually find that the pictures are becoming more and more similar, and the more and more similar they are. The better it gets, the primitive and simple joy and pride arise spontaneously. In the end, he broke out of the haze and solved the problem with his own energy, and a sense of accomplishment as strong as the strong wind washed away his soul. It returned to peace and became a quiet village again. A whole morning may have been spent on this piece of blank paper, in pursuit of this kind of joy, and the repeated joy of getting this piece of silence. So even if I have to face challenges again and again, I am still willing to do it.
After a month or two, I have a deeper understanding and appreciation of painting. By chance, in an art class, I came across two discarded tubes of paint. Out of boredom, I used their last pieces of splendor to paint white paper. One tube is fresh green, the other is fresh yellow, the colors are bright and clear, like the crisp grass after the rain and the gentle sunshine slanting down. I kept applying it, just like a diligent worker. The bright and vivid colors kept blooming and mixing, forming a special sense of beauty and a special artistic conception. A classmate in front turned his head and exclaimed: "Oh, spring?" But no, the color was like a pool of spring water. The lake covered with green leaves was soothed by the sun, and a golden light flashed, and a small flying insect appeared. Falling to the water to rest, making circles and ripples. I seemed to have become a green leaf falling in the water, moving slowly. No, no, this is autumn, the season when all things decline. I lie in the autumn water and keep thinking about the warmth and gentleness of spring, towards the end of my life. When I live in autumn, I miss spring, when I live in mourning, I can't help but be filled with melancholy and regret. Painting allows me to enter a new world and live a new life.
Wouldn’t it be wonderful to decorate the picture of life in your own little world?
Really interesting composition 2 In this burning youth, in these best years, we work hard, grow together, and cherish memories. This is really interesting.
It is really interesting to sweat while running and fight with youth without regrets.
The rushing time never stops, and the long river of time rolls forward. The sunlight slipped in quietly from the window and reflected on the thick reference books. The students were all doing the questions patiently, and the only sound in the classroom was the sound of pens scratching the pages. We work on white paper with blood and sweat, stand at the node of time and look towards the future, and conquer all timidity and frivolity for the dreams in our hearts. We run, we advance, we cheer, we laugh at every progress and rejoice at every success. We work hard, feel the publicity of our youth, and feel the tears of youth.
It is really interesting to imagine, accompany each other, and grow together in the golden years.
The pomegranate flowers on the campus are in bloom, and in the distance is a fiery red lake, scorching its flowers. We once held hands under the tree, promising that our friendship would last forever; we once solemnly wrote each other's names, promising to never forget them. During those more than a thousand days and nights, we helped each other for a better tomorrow and worked together for a better ourselves. We once talked about our ideals together, but now we run to our respective distant places with laughter, move forward with smiles, and grow with tears.
In the quiet afternoon of midsummer, it is really interesting to recall the old days of ***.
The playground is empty. Where are our footprints stored? How many thoughts are there that are too late to share, and how many smiling faces are too late to be treasured? In just a blink of an eye, we were already going in different directions. Can the desks and chairs in the classroom become the key to the door to the soul? Do you still remember the teacher’s expectant gaze? Our breath still remains on the campus, and those laughter and laughter have disappeared in the air. I want to plant these flowers of the past, cultivated into memories, in front of the window, and watch them with a smile every day.
And now, I am sitting in the examination room, writing the gorgeous chapter of youth with the pen in my hand, and letting the dreams in my heart fly with my fiery passion. I worked hard to move forward, fighting through tears and sweat, and wandering in memories -
This is really a wonderful and interesting thing.