After watching my every move, the teacher decided to start with scribbling to guide me in my studies.

Later, as I grew up, my teacher taught me to draw houses, animals, and then human movements and expressions...

I have always had a strong interest in gouache painting . When I was almost nine years old, one day, I heard the teacher said that he planned to teach us gouache. I was very happy. Since then, I have been unable to contain my excitement. Finally, the day came. When I went to learn to paint, the teacher assigned us the materials to buy gouache. I even wondered if there was something wrong with my ears; however, I heard it right! On Saturday next week, I brought all my painting supplies and arrived at Teacher Cai’s house on time. Teacher Cai began to teach us gouache painting.

She first taught us how to mix colors. She squeezed the thick paint into the palette, mixed it evenly with a brush, and then taught us how to apply the paint. She smoothed the brush on the edge of the palette a few times to make it sharp, then followed the pencil marks to trace the outline, and then painted the space inside the outline with large strokes. She also taught us what colors can be combined with what colors. She wrote these on the whiteboard, and I memorized them carefully over and over again, and practiced them carefully.

2. Write an essay about an interesting painting

Outside the window

Every night when I get home and sit in front of the window, I can hear the gentle The sound of the piano was so melodious and crisp. There was a girl smiling sweetly on the other side of the window. The music was written from her fingertips. The only drawback was that she only had 9 fingers. She dominates the little girl across from my house, she is a disabled person.

I remember the day she moved in, we were all very happy to meet such a cute little girl, but God was not so attached to her that she lost her finger forever in an accident. What was even more surprising was that She fell in love with the piano, which meant that she would work harder than others. "It doesn't matter, I never feel that I am any different from others." When my sister said this, I did see tears in her mother's eyes...

After the self-study class, my sister came home and sat down When you reach the bed, you can see that the light on the opposite side is still bright, and your own life is rippling in this quiet night, making the night warm.

After practicing for a long time, there are "meat pads" on the little fingertips. The teenage salesman seems to be as old as the hands of a thirty-year-old. I saw her mother in Helping her wrap her hands, I was very curious, "What are you doing?" Her mother said angrily and regretfully: "Winter is coming, the weather is bad, she doesn't listen to me, and her hands are cracked from practicing." Looking at the purple hands, I couldn't help but feel a pinch in my heart. When I looked back, Nannan's smiling face also appeared on her face. I also smiled happily, because when I sat down at the piano and my parents were everything to Nannan.

One warm afternoon, the sound of the piano came in again. I stuck my head out and shouted, "Nanny." She also stuck out half her head and said, "What's the matter? I'm practicing the piano. "I said, "Why haven't you heard this piece before?" "It's new." "Can you play it for me?" "Okay!" She was excited and happy. I knelt on the balcony and watched her playing the piano. The sun shines on her hair, which is golden, like a dynamic oil painting. "How is it?" I was still immersed in the lingering sound but I was awakened by her, "Oh! It sounds very good." Then she smiled even brighter, she showed her hands to the sun and asked: "My hands Is it weird?” I said, “No, it’s beautiful.” I felt guilty. Why is God so cruel to her.

Last night, I saw her playing the piano again under the dim light. Her figure was swaying outside the window, the sound of her piano was floating outside the window, and her soul was singing outside the window.

I looked up out of the window and saw optimistic smiles and firm eyes.

3. Write a comic composition (with pictures)

Today I saw a painting of "Fake Illiteracy" by Hua Junwu.

This painting depicts a story that happened at the waiting station: I saw a sign on the platform that said "Mother and Son Boarding Place". However, there were several tall men standing in the place where mother and son boarded the bus. Instead, a mother and son stood outside this "mother and son boarding place." The men were either smoking with their heads raised or talking loudly. They seemed unable to see the sign beside them and the short mother and son.

After reading the comic, I was very angry - the "fake illiterate" was so selfish. In order to get on the bus first, he pretended not to see anything. When he saw that the mother and son were weak, he bullied them. If the mother and son were not so weak, they would come forward to argue with them; if there was an administrator to take care of them; if everyone consciously abided by civilized conventions, this kind of thing would not have happened.

From this cartoon, I think that there are many such things in life. For example: On a bus, there is a row of seats with the words "Seats reserved for the elderly, the weak, the sick and those holding babies", but some people turn a blind eye and sit there with dignity, even if there are old people and those holding babies standing next to them. People and children would not give up their seats to them. Some places clearly say that parking is not allowed, but there are still cars parked there; there are trash cans on the side of the road, but there is a lot of garbage around the trash cans.